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conversations.value: Write me a song called Tim Westwood Freestyle with the following description: Kanye West drops a classic freestyle for Westwood in 2005! Not to be missed!!Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Kanye West & (Tim Westwood)]
  Doesn't get much better than that (Nah!)
  So unfair, so.. unfair advantage
  (Yo, it doesn't feel much better than that)
  [Verse 1: Kanye West]
  It's the dream, it's Kobe and Jordan on the same team
  In the best prime of their game and the same Kanye
  You know the name and it's not pronounced Kane
  And every time, you know I spit that flame
  Ayo we gettin' out our dreams, gettin' out our dreams
  And we gonna buy some things, 
  and we got him out of Queens
  Talkin' 'bout my man Consequence, once for the Tribe
  Talkin' 'bout my man GLC and now he's around
  Talkin' 'bout John Legend, take 'em all the way to Heaven
  Speakin' of Heaven, Common speaks the heavenly words
  The nouns and verbs and whatever you heard
  Whatever synonym, we killin' 'em, everybody feelin' him
  The people's choice, the people's champ like Paul Wall
  All haters, I gotta say fuck all y'all
  No, I won't waste my energy no more
  I have to be more concerned about Sierra Leone
  I'm talkin' 'bout people that's dyin' for diamonds
  And the way that uh
  They got uh, capa
  What I want to say, monopoly over the country
  And every time you say somethin' people act funky
  The diamond industry want me, they say I'm bringin' out the bad
  What I want, people to stop buyin' diamonds?
  No, I want everybody to stop lyin'
  They say conflicts is only one percent, and look at all the money rappers spent
  We throw the diamonds in the screen, nah mean?
  But it affects the families cause people is dyin' for these things
  I mean in the diamond rivers they'll mine all day
  And might only get paid two cups of rice a day
  Is this the price to pay for the icy way?
  We like to floss away, even your boy 'Ye
  With my Jesus piece,
   
  I gave diamonds to my niece
  If I had a brother, Kanye, Common made "I Used to Love H.E.R."
  Used to love her and I still do, lyrically I kill you
  Dog I don't feel you, your style is like mildew
  Real old, I'm real cold, listen to this beat, real soul
  Your style is real old, dollar bill fold
  Stackin' money ain't funny,
   
  and I'm out in UK
  And I ask 'em who's the best, and they say "you K"
  Ooh way ooh way
  Yeah I feel it and I gotta kick it off the top of the dome
  Microphone controller, that's an M.C., it's in me
  I can lead a crowd, I went to your show, it's empty
  Go to my shit, it's sold out, every single seat
  Every time I drop, because like Shaq, I bring the heat
  And anybody that freestyle on the level that I do
  Should be winnin' Grammys too
  So if you do it like me, you can do it like this
  And uh, they say I'm a teacher like the one called Kris
  That's KRS but nah it's Kanye West
  And every time I spit the rhymes, uh straight off the flesh
  I could bring it down to the bone straight from the heart
  And from the heart is where I did it 'fore I ever chart
  And then I spit it, we get it, we did it, we do it a lot
  Kanye spit it, we do it, we makin' it hot
  I got patterns like Saturn, the rings, the rings
  Uh, Gold Digger, that's the single, the single
  Gotta hit the club just to mingle, to mingle
  Why you all in my face? I'm tryna do my thing dude
  Back off, I'll have Barry smack the fuck out of you
  Everybody wanna know what they can get out you
  Aww here's my demo, dawg, here's my group
  Dawg, please back me up, you're heated up, you're soup
  Y'all gassed, I passed, I flow, I rhyme
  I'm uh, that's the way, that yah boy gotta shine
  Straight from the Chi city, everybody ride with me
  And you see the same questions and I gotta teach the lesson
  This some, this some sick freestylin', I hear you're readin' it
  I gotta keep goin' cause y'all fans, y'all needin' it
  Uh, you say I'm too high like I smoke weed in it
  And they say "he arrogant, he's always conceited, shit"
  Well what you want from me? Y'all just can't stop me
  You could look in my pants and tell that I'm cocky [Bridge 1: Kanye West (Tim Westwood)]
  (Laughing)
  (Oh my God, Oh my God)
  (Damn) Yeah
  We back, we back like we ever left, huh
  (Crazy!)
  Like we ever left, huh, like we e', like we ever left, huh
  Like we ever left, uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah
  [Verse 2: Kanye West]
  Can I get an encore, do you want more?
  Kanye on the Westwood Tour
  Chillin' with Westwood
  Go to Chicago, that's Kanye West's hood
  And the label called G.O.O.D
  Should I holla at these bitches? You should
  You might need one, you might need one
  You might fuck one
  If you eat out like McDonald's
  I ain't no clown like Ronald
  Uh, more like Donald
  Trump, with the way I get it crunk
  Like my man Lil Jon, but call him Lil Kan'
  He all the same, 
  flow like Lil Wayne on Tha Carter
  And I'm signed to the Carter faculty
  'Cause the Roc is in back of me
  Actually, that look like stacks to me
  Ch-ching, ch-ching
  Yah nahmean, yah nahmean, I'm doin' my thing
  Out in U.K., London
  And they call me number one
  Japan, you're number one
  That's Ichiban
  And I learned that from KRS-One
  Won once again like One
  Like Puff, my friend, and One
  One, give me one of them
  Talkin' 'bout one drink, one hand
  One cup of Henny, one cup of Hypno
  If you ran out of it, yo, you got to get more
  And I might sip slow but I never sip Mo
  I sip Cris-o, Cris-y-Cris
  And I gotta break it down like Missy Miss
  She had the "hee hee, who got the keys?"
  You don't need that if you got the no start V
  Where you push the button, that ain't nothin'
  All y'all talkin' somethin', y'all stay frontin'
  Kanye dropped the beats to get 'em jumpin'
  Lucifer, top of the morning to yah
  Cheerio, hit up the flow, bring it back, oh
  From Chicago, uh
  And I'm rockin' the Dolce Gabbana
  Fashionable persona
  GQ, who knew he'd be the flyest?
  Like T.W.A.C.W.K
  K.A.N.Y W.E.S.T
  Be the B.E.S.T [Bridge 2: Kanye West (Tim Westwood)]
  You know, I'mma stop it right there
  (Laughs) I just, I just feel like
  I 'on't know if I feel like rappin' right now
  (Oh my God!)
  I got raps for yah, uh huh
  I got raps for yah
  I got, uh, I got raps for yah
  We goin' to mass today, we have to pray
  Besides what the pastor say
  Uh, uh
  I 'on't know, I 'on't know what
  I got so many joints right know, runnin' through my head
  I 'on't even know what to yeah
  What should, what should I spit?
  I could just freestyle off of these messages
  Please can you tell
  Okay this is a girl writin' this
  Please can you tell my uh, boyfriend Danny
  That I love him loads, with all my heart
  And I can't wait to see him tomorrow
  [Verse 3: Kanye West]
  She can't wait to see you tomorrow Danny
  She love you, mhmm
  You know what that mean?
  You gonna get some
  I wonder if she gon' be wearin' one of those tight outfits
  And you know that I like that shit
  I ain't sayin' I ever met her but come on
  You must be pimpin' and you ain't sweat her, you know?
  She writin' you on one of these hip-hop shows
  Made me wonder if she's a hip-hop ho
  No disrespect, you know
  I don't know you so
  I will not disrespect, 
  so don't please press eject
  On the tape cassette, and don't knock it out of your decks
  So with much respect, obliged, when I rhyme
  Sometimes some things just pop out, sometimes
  I must be a, I forgot the medical name
  Not a narcoleptic that be sleepin'
  How people was sleepin' when I made it deeper
  And I gotta be creepin' cause you know they didn't peep it
  Uh, they call me Rockafella's best little secret
  Uh, I got the beats for the Jeep
  When people used to rock Amigo's and Suzuki's
  And the Isuzu's, this the way you flow
  Do flow, 
  aye yo you just like Menudo
  Played out about mad years ago
  And uh, I could rock off the top, I got years of flow
  I got so many albums to go, at least about seven
  Jesus Walks had me all the way
  Thought I was gon' rhyme that, no you didn't time that
  Yo that's where the line's at
  Look at my shows, look how long that the line's at
  All the way to the back, sold out, one night
  That's the way it is when you done it right
  Take time to drop a album, don't just be buyin' beats from everybody
  Cause everybody ain't got it, I got it
  I get it, I only give it to those who really live it
  Like Jay-Z, the Game, and my dogs that really did it
  Like Kweli, like Common, like dudes that really spit it
  I'm talkin' 'bout they go onto the radio and hit it
  And as far as makin' your songs, it's all wrong
  You be doin' everything that everybody else is on
  Man, I'mma break it down, let me take it down
  Here goes the instructions on how to not say nothin'
  Look, you take the crack concept
  And you do that 'til it's all dead and gone, you do it all wrong
  Now uh, you take the car concept
  And I see it every video, every single place I go
  Same shit [Bridge 3: Kanye West (Tim Westwood)]
  Man you know the beat ran out on me
  I was gonna, I was gonna, I was gonna break down
  (That was mean, that was mean!) I was gonna break down to people
  Exactly how to make the good song and the good album for a change
  (Let's go, let's go, let's go!)
  [Verse 4: Kanye West]
  First of all, what you need's a beat from me
  If you can't get a beat from me, get a beat from your guy
  He'll prolly do it for free
  And if he do it like [?] he'll prolly do it for E
  And if he do [?], he'll prolly do it for skeet
  Yo, yo-yo, yo-yo-yo, you gotta bring with your flow
  You gotta take it on-beat and off-beat
  And don't rap on no fuckin' soft beats
  You know that real hard shit, regardless, I played my part in this
  Like, this Corner beat, this what you want when you want a beat
  And that's when you really is gonna be
  A hip-hop legend like Kan, like Kan
  Like, of course the Louis Vuitton, 'ton, don, don
  If I do say so, myself
  And I do all the time, every rhyme
  Cause I'm, I'm feelin' myself
  And if you was me, you'd be feelin' yourself, you see
  If you out in London, you just hopped on a plane
  And you just came out of the bathroom, you just got you some brain
  Uh, you doin' your thing
  And plus you flossin' that Rocafella chain
  Aye yo, you know you let Kan spit on 'em
  I'm rockin' the Rocafella chain with no conflicts on 'em
  Oh, oh
  Now let me bring it back to the flow, flow
  And how you make the album and you make some dough, dough
  Get you a good manager cause your manager'll fuck your game up
  Fuck your name up
  And uh, if you've been runnin' to a [?]
  Trade your chain for some studio time
  See a lot of people be flossin' before they get a chance to
  A lot of people want club records they wanna dance to
  A lot of people want basslines, they will enhance you
  Bass in the club is good too, what you should do
  Is prolly get a single like Alicia Keys
  And if you don't know her, holla at Alicia please
  You know one of 'em light skin bitches with the braids
  Actin' like they got it made
  [?] you give a dawg with a fade
  You get somebody that's weak, you get somebody that you know can't flow
  And you rap before him, and let him go
  And people gon' be like well least you was better than dude
  And [?] I don't mean to be rude
  And another thing you can do
  If you could channel the spirits like I channel
  I'm not talkin' 'bout lightin' candles, I'm not talkin' sayonce
  I'm talkin' 'bout talkin' to God, I mean just like once
  What I do before I rhyme, every day is I pray
  I pray to God that he make these songs in a certain way
  I let him speak through me, through the beats, through the music
  I mean, sometimes I go into the booth and lose it
  I mean, I know he speakin' when I freak it in it a way
  That I coulda never thought of somethin' better to say
  So, our father, who art up above us
  I know any time we fuck, you still love us
  Like when I'm cursin' in my verses and I even do, what's worse is
  When I'm spendin' too much, spendin' on purses
  And shoes for my girl when I should be helpin' the world
  Give back to the charity, he still don't embarrass me
  He still let me be, He still keep it real
  See that's the thing about humans, we got free will
  See the angels gotta do exactly what God want 'em to do
  God is still with you, even when we don't do
  So, follow the path, follow the laws
  Follow the reason, the reasons why it's wrong
  You never heard a freestyle like this before-'fore
  And I know that hip-hop fans want more
  [Outro: Kanye West]
  Westwood, what's good
  Holla at your boy, Kanye the Louis Vuitton Don
  The Roca stay, buildin'
  Yeah, it's G.O.O.D. Music baby
  After you freestyle like that you just talk shit for about eight minutes