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conversations.value: Write me a song called Get By (Remix) with the following description: A Brooklyn’s Finest posse cut remix of Talib Kweli’s “Get By” from the 2002 album “Quality”.
  This remix, also produced by Kanye West, samples the soul classic “Sinnerman” by the late musician and activist Nina Simone. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Mos Def]
  History
  It's happening every day, y'all
  Right now
  Everyday (Live, right now)
  Right now
  Good morning, Vietnam!
  [Verse 1: Mos Def & 
  Jay-Z
  ]
  Listen! Brooklyn wins again
  It's the Stuy, it's the Bush
  , them niggas again
  Ta' Kweli, Mighty Def, and S. Dot on the guest lock
  Kanye, you're the dopeman of hip-hop, now let's rock
  And roll out, niggas (Roll out), my hometown niggas (Ouu, ouu!)
  I get it good in your hood, so slow down, niggas
  Watch the speed, though, mind your pedal and ease off
  Or screech off into a collision course with these walls (BAM!)
  You don't move, don't pray, don't lose
  Don't sleep, life passing, light flashing, life happens
  That fast, part of done, Black hands up in prayer
  Black guns up in fear, dying wish is to touch the air
  Seekin' heaven that wasn't here
  Eyes will not see another year, it's another day
  It's the same fight, different round, sound the bell
  Mix it up in victory, you live it up, the beat'll get risen up
  You're knocked down, then get back and get it up
  Get off of Queer Street and get with us (Ha)
  And get clear where we did it, from the heart, from the people
  From the top, from the Jeep, from the gut, from the street
  From my soul to the mic to the essence
  So in my absence, you feel the presence—exactly
  I make contact—for short, I MC (
  Mos!
  )
  Me and mine we don't just get by, we get free (
  Nigga!
  )
  And that's ready [Verse 2: Jay-Z & 
  Kanye West
  ]
  Just to get by, nigga, I sold coke, nigga, I pushed lah
  Carried a four-five, claimed I was ready to die
  Promised never to cry, held it all inside
  Reality was too much to take, so I
  Kept my mind fried, slept for most of mine
  Soon as I closed my eyes, then I woke up behind
  Thinking either I load up these nines, or blow up with rhymes
  ‘Cause this flow of mine is like blow up, but lines of coca
  And your folks think Hov' just wrote stuff to rhyme
  Nah, I'm a poster from what happens seeing your moms
  Doing five dollars worth of work just to get a dime
  So pardon my disposition
  Why should I listen to a system that never listened to me?
  Picture me working McDonald's (
  Yeah, yeah
  )
  I'd rather pull a MAC on you (
  Ugh, yeah
  )
  Sorry, Ms. Jackson, but I'm packin', bye!
  [Verse 3: Kanye West]
  Yeah! It's somethin' about that Nina Simone piano flow
  It's like a Michelangelo painted a portrait of Maya Angelou
  And gave it to a sick poet for they antidote
  If music get ya choked up, this is the tree and the rope
  This is Chi, nigga, I'm Mr. All-of-That
  Fuck a map, let's put this bitch on the almanac
  Dice, what they hittin' for, Lacs what you sittin' on
  Tracks who you spittin' on, rap 'til we get it on
  And don't let nobody with the power to sign
  Ever tell you you ain't got the power to rhyme
  They used to tell me, "Toughen up, put some bass in your voice!"
  They used to tell me, "Lighten up, put some Mase in your voice!"
  Lord willin' I ain't killed nobody
  But I have a feelin' this album that I'm gonna make a killin'
  Or not a shilling, this is love-it-or-hate-it music
  But—at least we made it music
  And we didn't make it industry, this is gon' be interesting
  This'll be the end of me, or I'm finna be an entity
  Kanye, Jay-Z, Mos Def, and Kweli
  We are not makin' songs no more, we're makin' history [Chorus: background singers + (Talib Kweli)]
  This morning I woke up
  Feelin brand new, I jumped up
  Feelin my highs and my lows
  In my soul, and my goals
  Just to stop smokin' and stop drinkin'
  But I been thinkin' I got my reasons
  Just to get (by), just to get (by)
  Just to get (by), just to get (get buh buh buh bye bye)
  (Just to get by, just to get by)
  (Just to get by), just to get get buh buh buh bye bye
  [Verse 4: Talib Kweli]
  We keep it gangsta, say 'fo shizzle', 'fo sheezy'
  Desensitized by the violence on the TV during the war
  Killin' each other is easy, its pourin' liquor for fallen niggas
  Believe me, it's ghetto libation, seen it all before
  Just to get by, my people, we get fly
  My people, we get high, fillin' cigars with the lah
  Nigga, come on! Even Jesus was stoned
  Before receivin' the throne
  I send a rest in peace to Nina Simone
  [Verse 5: Busta Rhymes]
  Back in the days we was used to doin' the shit
  I can't call it all in the streets
  We was hustlin' fiends that asked for it
  I guess I was used to just standin' on corners
  Waitin' for paper bags with bundles of crack
  Hopin' the week was good, so I could get money back
  (To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by)
  When I was stressed I possessed a side of my strength
  That made me angry and bleed
  With the frustration havin' me smokin' Newports and weed
  (To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by)
  Those be the times when I try to rely
  On my niggas and street mothafuckas
  And reach out to wifey, and then I place a call on my mother
  (To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by)
  *Ayo, Mom, pick up the phone, I gotta to talk to you, Ma*
  If you was five percent instead of actin' stupid and guessin'
  You had to go and study your lessons
  And know your math in the building in session [Chorus: background singers + (Talib Kweli)]
  This morning I woke up
  Feelin brand new, I jumped up
  Feelin my highs and my lows
  In my soul, and my goals
  Just to stop smokin' and stop drinkin'
  But I been thinkin' I got my reasons
  Just to get (by), just to get (by)
  Just to get (by), just to get (get buh buh buh bye bye)
  [Outro: Talib Kweli]
  Some people try, some people try
  Just to get by, for my piece of the pie
  We love to eat and get high
  We deceive when we lie
  And we keepin' it fly – yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
  When people decice to keep a disguise
  Can't see your eyes, see the evil inside
  The best people you find
  Stronger people in mind
  I stay readin' the signs