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conversations.value: Write me a song called Mode II with the following description: Originally on Southpaw: Music From And Inspired By The Motion Picture, this is the extended version of “Mode” featuring Logic.
  This version of the song was released on SoundCloud around two months before it was officially released as the 13th track on the deluxe version of PRhyme. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Produced by DJ Premier]
  [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9]
  Yeah, fall in line
  To fall back, Big L's technique, Pun's grammar
  Before the roof went in the trunk, the ragtops
  Sat back behind the head, just like a gun hammer
  My sickness, should remind you of Christmas, cause
  I’m always coming down with something, like a young Santa
  Understand, there will be no rematch
  The kinda ass whooping, you’ll only have to open up one can of
  (Nickel Nine the God)
   Huh?
  You ain’t rolling forward, you’re rolling wrong
  Reaching out to gangstas, to be gangsta, you holding on
  I grab a hold of this .44 long, and let it go
  More than a 4 year old, singing the Frozen song
  I put this Tec to your eclectic temple
  And wreck your wit, then carve in your tombstone:
  “Heavenly Father, he wasn’t ready to collide with a force
  To be reckoned with.”
   
  Do you boys know who you messing with?
  I’m with messing-with-niggas-destiny shit, I'm from the Midwest, 
  I stopped drinking so I can start policing
  The block, now I just cop smoke, like pig breath
  Pac’s soul would come out, if I died a big death
  Shoe connoisseur,
   
  who’s finer, your bitch?
  Or my bitch? It don’t matter, cause you with my ex
  The name of my ex inked on you, to me homie
  Extinct, like a dinosaur
  , 
  you can probably find me spooning
  With a dime looking like Lucy Liu
  , or something to my broom
  Looking like, a huge China drawer, 
  I’m a motherfucking
  Walking hazard, find me in the bodying department
  When y’all rhyming, if y’all own release remind me
  Of Prodigy partner, y’all can have it,
   I man up
  Lifted the can up, killed the killer, who ran up scared
  When I was eight, my daddy yelled down the basement steps:
  "You only gotta listen to me, and the man upstairs!" [Hook 1: Royce Da 5'9 + 
  Logic
  ]
  Cause I’m in motherfucking beast mode
  Beast mode, homie I’m in beast mode
  (Know who I am)
   
  Beast mode
  [Verse 2: Logic]
  Yeah, yeah, fuck a black, brown, yellow or white it’s about unity
  While the media tryna twist my words, for the opportunity to ruin me
  Fuck ‘em all, bitch, I’m still doing me
  It’s you and me on the record I’ll detect it like an infected nervous system
  I never miss, I murder my mission as the rendition I listen while my chain glisten
  I’ma get it like the world is endin'
  Dependent on if it’s impending
  Defendin' my mind in the way I rhyme so I’m sendin' in
  The best of the best, no never the less I never digress I just keep it moving
  Finger fuck who ain’t on improving
  We finally grooving, on the way, no way to remove them
  We constantly improving, yeah, through rejuvenation
  I said juveniles run the nation, come now, fuck your occupation
  A revelation I’m facing, more secretive than a mason
  It look like we neck and neck but I’m far from adjacent
  I come so far from that basement
  They look at me and know I'm in beast mode
  [Hook 2: Royce da 5'9" + 
  Logic
  ]
  I’m in beast mode
  Then it’s game time
  , beast mode
  I’m a beast
  , I’m in beast mode
  Know who I am
   Beast mode
  I’m, I’m in the zone for realer [Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9]
  You roll down on me they gonna call craps
  We don't call cops we just rolls so they call paps
  Y'all in my office, similes all facts
  Yes I fought wars, my enemies all wack
  Check your chalkboard
  Critics said things shit they ain't even killing they arsenals
  Me and the God flow
  Guard the team like Damian Lillard the stiller
  And poke your chest out like Cardinals
  Y'all rhyme schemes are escargot, mine's a Newport
  Marlboro,
   
  Chicago next shops to Chiraq
  Pirates turning niggas' skill into the dog bone
  Y'all go fetch
   and this is all from me being barked on
  And now your dog gone
  And I'm a daw-gone vet
  So you might wanna resort to more peaceful matters
  My bitch flirt with an entertainer, he can have her
  I was taught that when there's beef to just keep quiet
  And peep his pattern
  If he strikes shepherd, the sheep will scatter
  Extendos, hanging out the windows
  Of them Benzos, assumptions you have them in your window
  Hip-hop is just an outlet for y'all to follow
  The fakes, not over the hill just know the high road to take
  No cheeks to turn and all I know is I ain't all out of hallows
  The symbolism of me inside a diablo
  Playing Mariah, burning this money fast
  Until I'm all out of high notes
  Nigga my weight up
  So much that I no longer challenge haters
  From no on I'm a call out a high-low [Interlude]
  Nickel-Nine the God
  [Hook 1: Royce Da 5'9 + 
  Logic
  ]
  Then it’s game time
   cause I’m in motherfucking beast mode
  Beast mode, homie I’m in beast mode
  Know who I am
   beast mode
  [Verse 4: Logic]
  Yeah, it's the return of the mad rapper, dead president kidnapper
  Motivated, underrated, most hated
  Talk shit behind my back but in person congratulated
  Damn this is my vision written without a revision
  Like I am lost in a matrix I'm everything but complacent
  Like my dream is adjacent but I can't make a move
  Fifteen writing rhymes inspired by 
  Illmatic
  I'm still at it, every record I record leave the record shattered
  Cause I be in the lab for a month
  Searching for inner peace through meditation like a monk
  I'm over their head and yet they still sleeping like a bottom bunk
  Why these thirsty bitches throw me pussy like I got them drunk
  I master the flow these up and comers have only spilt
  I got back from Ireland so you know the show I kilt
  I never truly admire the empire I built
  Cause when you're comfortable power shifts and positions tilt
  At business meetings I go through lyrics within my mind
  Cause the ultimate therapy is whenever I rhyme
  First time shaking their hand for the fifth time
  Being introduced to people that used to pay me no mind
  Used to count my money now I weigh it by the crate
  Far from an up-and-comer, my competition’s the greats and
  I don't give my wifey the rubber, like raw sex
  I give her the plastic cause I'm the one that cut the checks now
  Yeah, my flow expand like frozen water
  I fathered these motherfuckers just like a daughter
  And if they want beef then I gotta little slaughter
  My bars are hotter than the steel cages after the solder
  It's nada, everything you plan on doing we already thought of
  Talking years before you fuckers because we work harder
  See I've been at it from the start
  Married to the game 'till death do us part
  [Hook 2: Royce da 5'9"  + 
  Logic
  ]
  I’m in beast mode
  Then it’s game time
  , beast mode
  I’m a beast
   I’m in beast mode
  Know who I am
  , beast mode
  I’m, I’m in the zone for realer
  [Verse 5: Royce Da 5'9]
  I'm the highest, exalted
  Rappers are doing a lot of talking
  You're tired of me living then you'll probably die of exhaustion
  The fliest looking like I've got a living stylus
  Later for sales, you know who got the illest album
  Loaded a chopper with slugs, call that the K Michelle
  Then I dump that bitch, now that's the Idris Alba
  Bitch niggas get with a nigga bitch
  Just to call a nigga a bitch nigga to a nigga bitch
  Ain't gotta be in no cemetery to dig a ditch
  Don't need bananas and Ben and Jerry's to get a split
  Wig
  , you know I'm big slipping through new equip
  Stop gassing you know we couldn't care less if you a chick
  The tech popping like a question get it right
  Triggers mic, put a niggas wife in the air like Ludacris
  (Nickel-Nine the God) I'm a beast
  Fall in line or fall back
  I'm plugged into the shooters
  What I say isn't forced with a connect
  So this ain't all rap
  We coned the perimeter in all black
  Like the back of Forest Whitaker's neck
  Niggas get all naps
  You woulda, coulda, shoulda ass niggas
  Couldn't fuck a bitch with pills and jello pudding gas nigga
  If you ever ever hear about me taking shit
  Best believe there's toilets in the safe
  And I'm on it eating spaghetti bolognaise
  And if you in my lane
  I hope you know you rolling with grenades
  I'm the coldest, you the hoest
  I'll let you switch places with me if Drea agrees
  Then she gonna come through and delete my wholeness with a face
  [Hook 2]
  Then it’s game time
  , beast mode
  I’m a beast
  , I’m in beast mode
  Know who I am
  , beast mode
  I’m, I’m in the zone for realer
  Then it’s game time
  , beast mode
  I’m a beast
  , beast mode
  Know who I am
  , beast mode
  [Outro: Royce Da 5'9]
  5, 5’9, 5, 5’9
  5’9, 5, 5’9, 5, 5, 5’9
  5, 5’9, beast mode
  PRhyme!