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conversations.value: Write me a song called Infinite (F.B.T. Remix) with the following description: “Infinite” is the first track off of Eminem’s first debut album, Infinite.
  It is not officially available on any online music stores. However, on November 17, 2016, five days after the 20th anniversary of the album, Eminem posted a remaster and remix of title track, made by the Bass Brothers, to his Vevo channel, made available digitally for the first time.
  
  
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Ah, yeah (It's like this, like this)
  This is Eminem, baby, back up in that motherfucking ass
  ('Til forever, 'til forever)
  One time for your motherfuckin' mind (For MC's, MC's)
  We represent the 313, you know what I’m saying?
  Yo, they don’t know shit about this, for the '96
  [Verse 1]
  Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction
  To get your brain relaxin', the zany actin' maniac in action
  A brainiac in fact, son, you mainly lack attraction
  You look insanely wack when just a fraction of my tracks run
  My rhymin' skills got you climbin' hills
  I travel through your mind, and chill your spine like siren drills
  I'm slimin' grills of roaches, with spray that disinfects
  And twistin' necks of rappers
  'Til their spinal column disconnects
  Put this in decks and check the monologue
  Turn your system up, twist 'em up
  And indulge in the marijuana smog
  This is the season for noise pollution contamination
  Examination of more car-tunes than animation
  My lamination of narration
  Hits a snare and bass on a track for duck rapper interrogation
  When I declare invasion
  There ain't no time to be starin', gazin'
  I turn the stage into a barren wasteland [Hook]
  I'm Infinite; you heard of Hell
  Well, I was sent from it
  I went to it, serving a sentence
  For murdering instruments
  Now I'm trying to repent from it
  But when I hear the beat, I'm tempted
  To make another attempt at it; I'm Infinite
  [Verse 2]
  Bust it! I let the beat commence
  So I can beat the sense in your elite defense
  I got some meat to mince
  A crew to stomp, and then two feet to rinse
  I greet the gents and ladies, I spoil loyal fans
  I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil pans
  My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal
  One thought in my cerebral is deeper than a jeep-full of people
  MC's are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium
  Battle a band of phony MC's, and stand the lonely one
  Imitator, intimidator, stimulator
  Simulator of data eliminator
  There's never been a greater since the burial of Jesus
  Fuck around and catch all the venereal diseases
  My thesis'll smash a stereo to pieces
  My a cappella releases classic masterpieces
  Through telekinesis, it eases you mentally
  Gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
  With entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite [Hook]
  I'm Infinite; you heard of Hell
  Well, I was sent from it
  I went to it, serving a sentence
  For murdering instruments
  Now I'm trying to repent from it
  But when I hear the beat, I'm tempted
  To make another attempt at it; I'm Infinite
  [Verse 3]
  Man, I got evidence, I'm never dense
  And I've been clever ever since my residence was hesitant
  To do some shit that represents the MO
  So I'm assuming all responsibility
  ‘Cause there's a monster will in me
  That always wants to kill MCs
  Mic nestler, slammin' like a wrestler
  Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler
  No one is specialer, my skill is intergalactical
  I get cynical, act a fool, then I send a crew back to school
  I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical
  I'd rather let a tactical, tactful track tickle your fancy
  In fact, I can't see, or can't imagine
  A man who ain't a lover of beats or a fan of scratchin'
  So this is for my family, the kid who had a cameo
  On my last jam, plus the man who never had a plan B
  Be all you can be, ‘cause once you make an instant hit
  I'm tensed a bit, and tempted
  When I see the sins my friends commit [Hook]
  I'm Infinite; you heard of Hell
  Well, I was sent from it
  I went to it, serving a sentence
  For murdering instruments
  Now I'm trying to repent from it
  But when I hear the beat, I'm tempted
  To make another attempt at it; I'm Infinite
  [Outro]
  '95, '96 ('96)
  And on and on and on (and on and on)