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conversations.value: Write me a song called Devil In a New Dress with the following description: Produced by Bink!, “Devil In a New Dress” finds Kanye using familiar religious imagery in contemplating all kinds of nasty thoughts about his girl.
  It’s perhaps an ode to Amber Rose, Kanye’s (now ex-) girlfriend and muse, whose figure could have only been forged in the Depths of Hell by The Evil One (in a good way…)
  “Devil in a New Dress” was initially released as a solo version on September 3, 2010, and was the fourth release in Kanye’s weekly GOOD Friday series. The title, of course, is a pun on the famous Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels song “Devil with a Blue Dress On,” as well as being a reference to the 1990 Walter Mosley book Devil in a Blue Dress, which was adapted into a 1995 film starring Denzel Washington and Don Cheadle.
  Fresh off of the success of his Teflon Don album, Miami rapper Rick Ro$$ spits what is often regarded as one of the finest verses of his career, but it was not the first verse he wrote for the track:
  When I recorded that verse for the first time, [Kanye] came in, heard it, he told me he thought I could do better. And he walked out. And then I wrote another one, and the second verse I wrote is the one you hear on the album.
  Bink! said the following about the production of the track:
  Kanye sent me out to Hawaii to work with him and I was actually just holding my laptop and it [the beat] came on in my iTunes. He heard it through my laptop speakers and he was immediately intrigued; I wasn’t even gonna play it for him. He overheard it and asked, ‘What’s that?’ ‘It’s another joint I got’ and he was like, ‘Bounce that down let me hit that.’ So he hopped right in the booth and the first thing he said was ‘I love it though’ and the first line he came up with was, ‘She love Jesus but she learned a lot from Satan.’ They didn’t call it ‘Devil In A New Dress'—at the time they called it something else. It was called 'Magic Hour.’ So when ‘Devil In A New Dress’ came out, I didn’t know anything about that.
  Bink! sampled Smokey Robinson’s “Will You Love Me Tomorrow?” and patched together the section at the 3:52 mark with the section at the 2:07 mark to create one seamless track:
  
  
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Produced by Bink! and Mike Dean]
  [Intro: Kanye West]
  Uh
  Uh
  I love it, though
  I love it, though, huh, you know?
  [Chorus: Kanye West]
  Uh, put your hands to the constellations
  The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
  I know I'm preachin' to the congregation
  We love Jesus, but you done learned a lot from Satan
  I mean, a nigga did a lot of waiting
  We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation
  [Verse 1: Kanye West]
  May the Lord forgive us, may the gods be with us
  In that magic hour, I seen good Christians
  Make brash decisions, oh, she do it
  What happened to religion? Oh, she lose it
  She putting on her makeup, she casually allure
  Text message break-ups, the casualty of tour
  How she gon' wake up and not love me no more?
  I thought I was the asshole, I guess it's rubbin' off
  Hood phenomenon, the LeBron of rhyme
  Hard to be humble when you stunting on a jumbotron
  I'm looking at her like, "This what you really wanted, huh?"
  Why we argue anyway? Oh, I forgot, it's summertime [Chorus: Kanye West]
  Put your hands to the constellations
  The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
  I know I'm preachin' to the congregation
  We love Jesus, but she done learned a lot from Satan
  Satan, Satan, Satan
  I mean, a nigga did a lot of waiting
  We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation
  [Verse 2: Kanye West]
  When the sun go down, it's the magic hour, the magic hour
  And outta all the colors that'll fill up the skies
  You got green on your mind, I can see it in your eyes
  Why you standing there with your face screwed up?
  Don't leave while you're hot, that's how Mase screwed up
  Throwin' shit around, the whole place screwed up
  Maybe I should call Mase so he could pray for us
  I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat
  I ordered the jerk, she said you are what you eat
  You see, I always loved that sense of humor
  But tonight, you should have seen how quiet the room was
  The Lyor Cohen of Dior Homme
  That's "Dior Homme," not "Dior, homie"
  The crib Scarface, could it be more Tony?
  You love me for me, could you be more phony? [Chorus: Kanye West]
  Put your hands to the constellations
  The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
  Haven't said a word, haven't said a word to me this evening
  Cat got your tongue?
  [Instrumental Interlude: Mike Dean Guitar Solo]
  [Verse 3: Rick Ross]
  Lookin' at my bitch, I bet she give your ass a bone
  Lookin' at my wrist, it'll turn your ass to stone
  Stretch limousine, sipping rosé all alone
  Double-headed monster with a mind of his own
  Cherry-red chariot, excess is just my character
  All-black tux, nigga's shoes lavender
  I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders
  Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired (Uh)
  Before his jaw shattered,
   
  climbing up the Lord's ladder
  We still speedin', running signs like they don't matter, uh
  Hater talkin' never made me mad
  Never that, not when I'm in my favorite paper tag
  Therefore, G4s at the Clearport
  When it come to tools, fool, I'm a Pep Boy
  When it came to dope, I was quick to export
  Never tired of ballin', so it's on to the next sport
  New Mercedes sedan, the Lex' sport
  So many cars, DMV thought it was mail fraud
  Different traps I was gettin' mail from
  Polk County, Jacksonville, right in Melbourne
  Whole clique appetites had tapeworms
  Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my J burns
  I shed a tear before the night's over
  God bless the man I put this ice over (Uh)
  Getting 2Pac money twice over
  Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice-roller
  I'm makin' love to the angel of death
  Catchin' feelings, never stumble, retracin' my steps (Uh)
  Uh