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conversations.value: Write me a song called Wu Tang Forever with the following description: “Wu-Tang Forever” is a special collaboration between Logic and every member of the Wu-Tang Clan except for Ol' Dirty Bastard, who tragically passed away in 2004.
  The Wu-Tang Clan were instrumental during the beginning of Logic’s career, so this collaboration brings everything full circle. He spoke to HardKnockTV back in 2013 and explained that he found RZA through the Kill Bill Volume 1 Original Soundtrack and that opened him up to the key ‘90s hip-hop influencers.
  Logic announced this collaboration in an Instagram story after word started getting out from fans who joined him in Los Angeles for a private listening party:
  
  
  
  
  He also teased the track as he advertised the physical copies of the album on Instagram:
  
  
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style
  I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin, then
  Shaolin shadowboxing and the Wu-Tang sword style
  If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous
  Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me?
  Wu-Tang!
  W
  u-Ta
  ng!
  Wu-Tang!
  Wu-Tang!
  [Verse 1: Logic]
  Ayo, ayo, Wu-Tang forever, who rhyme better?
  We too clever, the boom bap's back, harder than ever
  R.I.P. O.D.B,
   
  comin' through like Killa Bee
  Ever since I heard 
  Enter the 36
   in '93
  You cannot defeat my Wu-Tang style, I leave 'em all dismembered
  Fuck a mumble rap, that shit won't never be remembered
  Not even a contender, no, pretender, best surrender
  My agenda is killin' shit, they feelin' this (Sinatra)
  Yeah, we live and thorough
  Assassinatin' every single muthafuckin' borough
  From Staten to Brooklyn to Queens, the Bronx and Harlem
  All the way to Maryland, yeah, we comin' for all 'em
  Bobby Tarantino to the Digital
  My shit is pivotal, smokin' chronic, no medicinal
  Who you know assemble the Clan like Voltron?
  The one and only Logic, the God, the don, I'm gone [Break: Ghostface Killah]
  Ay-yo, Logic, what up?
  We gon' let these muthafuckas try this Wu-Tang style
  [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
  Yo, yo, yo, yo, kaboom!
  Guess who stepped in the room
  It's Ghostface, gold plates, old truths, more cake
  Intelligent brothers with nine hoods, movin' snowflakes
  Guillotine your head, last scene in the showcase
  Push weight, this Colgate, tre-eights and old gates
  Exfoliate those we most hate, we don't associate
  We wear robes that you can't even pronunciate
  We eat foods where you can't even pronounce you ate
  Cribs where the floor just rises up and rotates
  Locations low-key, can't even locate
  Twin nina sisters with the beam, we all soulmates
  Team makin' us so much cream, we bought gold plates
  [Verse 3: Raekwon]
  Yo, mountains of haze in the crib of my blades
  It gets messy underneath the dresser, the gauge
  57 MB, yo, metallic green, seats is piped off
  Seize 'em old tracks, unite through 'em
  The kitchen is my palace, get your dance on
  While we just levitate with trees, get your branch on
  I'm known to wil’ out, put the cams on
  Jewels down, the sets dip, my gems got grams on
  A specialist when I'm bakin'
  Rhymes be comin' out, we makin'
  We challengin' these chumps for lumps
  Here's the statement—stop hatin'
  The crew is all about gettin' this cake in
  You know about me, you relatin' [Verse 4: RZA]
  The enigma, the stigmas that the RZA and the GZA
  Both lyrical prolific, fixtures of rap scriptures
  Mixtures of hipsters, weed smokers, and beer drinkers
  Prince and the Pauper, spiritual clear-thinkers
  Cake in the oven, Superbad like McLovin
  Huggin' all four boroughs, puffin' herb with my cousin
  Academically speaking, rap vocabulary's weakenin'
  I felt it comin' like The Weeknd when these starboys start tweakin'
  Sporadic pill-poppin' of OxyContin
  III-gotten sexual intercourse make shorty wop feel rotten
  The travesty-tapestry of microphone mastery has been refuted
  Diluted, broken down to a catastrophe
  But cats still get the trophy, hit y'all with that "Okie-dokie"
  Burt Reynolds, Bandit, goddamnit
  Where the fuck is Smokey Bear when you need one?
  I got a light-beam gun
  I'll blast a hole in your chest that you can't bleed from
  But you'll die through iniquity, plus stupidity of that trickery
  My verse got it hot up in here, not the humidity
  You can never get rid of me, step back and consider me
  Wu Killa Bee, but I'm not big on bigotry
  [Verse 5: Method Man]
  Old school on this track, I feel invincible
  This new school ain't really got rules and lack the principles
  Got more clowns than the Motown, they puttin' critical
  The gun, Smokey Robinson, you need a Miracle
  Go back, homie, back when rappers used to be lyrical
  When nine out of ten of his friends used to be criminals
  The stats, homie, all these killas usin' subliminals
  Y'all don't even smile in your pictures, you dudes is miserable
  Witty unpredictable torture over your physical
  Struggle bar, used to pour water over the cereal
  Another bar, reppin' my squad, not individual
  But one Nation under God, that's indivisible
  My time critical, hands off I'm digital
  Me and my Ladybug, back when the planet was Digable
  I'm cool like that, my cash rule like that
  I'm classic, Patti LaBelle, Voulez Vous like that, come on [Verse 6: Inspectah Deck]
  It's only Logic, we got 'em mobbin' in the mosh pit
  Fifth Brother, INS hotter than the tropics
  The hot shit I drop quick
  Major player, watch my stock lift
  Razor-blade sharpness regardless to whom or what
  Sound boy, turn that music up
  Naysayer, you ain't even got a clue what's up
  Deadly melody, the sickness, the remedy
  Everything circulate back around eventually
  Witty unpredictable, talent all-natural
  Gain, Wu-Tang pumpin' through your veins
  Twenty-five years, still more of the same
  The flow like water with the boilin' flame
  INS, your highness, they callin' my name
  Boy, I wet the scene similar to fallin' rain
  In our own lane, y'all soundin' all the same
  Tell 'em Wu-Tang is on your brain
  [Verse 7: Cappadonna]
  Survival of the fittest be cold days with no money
  They don't want me with stacks, they better take it from me
  You know the currency gone soon as you break a twenty
  So I ain't down if you ain't talkin' that band language
  Dear Lord, I'm tryna buy me a train with it
  An airplane, see me flyin' to Spain with it
  But money don't make me, and I ain't gonna change with it
  I'm in the hood, lookin' good, the way I came with it
  Do it for the Cs, they understood the game with it
  We gave birth when we understood the pain with it
  When we create wars, everybody is a gangbanger
  We killin' each other, but we all got the same anger
  Never go against the grain, homie, that's hateful
  Another day in the life for us to be grateful
  Spread love, homie, yeah, get a plateful
  It's better to stay full, so let's make moves
  I know your momma told you that I was a great dude
  These dirty-ass cops, they kill and rape you
  On some Jason shit, might Crystal in the Lake you
  What? What, what? They might Crystal in the Lake you
  [Verse 8: Jackpot Scotty Wotty]
  Boom bap blast'll blow your sleeves off
  Our Flashback Jacks are somethin' to feed off
  Smoke and roast ya, the No. 9 Potion
  Pull that shit, son, we open the ocean
  Who gives a fuck who's snortin' and drinkin' and smokin'?
  You get killed for jokin', everybody's hopin'
  That's another level of emotion
  Food stamps niggas doin' grocery
  Police wanna grope me
  Perp walk, then nigga street-talk
  We bury niggas in sea salt
  I carry the torch where I leave off
  I'm givin' bitches somethin' to breathe on
  I rip off a shoulder to lean on
  It's fair game, it's two in a lane, she took two trains
  And none of my rhymes is two and the same
  Nigga get cooked on a open flame
  I'm a hillbilly, Park Hill-trained
  [Verse 9: U-God]
  My rhyme starts riots in the mountains
  Thirty-six million and countin'
  The harder they come, the harder I go
  Loosen up my arms, can I get comfortable?
  Stay on my tip-toes, old-school Wu beat
  This is a flip-phone, dude, your slips showin'
  Where I come from it stays snowin'
  The grammar is raw, I'm slammin' the door
  Beez bang bong in your jaw
  I hit 'em in the head with the hammer of Thor
  Stars and bars, makes me a general
  Anything less, makes me a criminal
  Gotta dig deep for these Wu-Tang minerals
  [Verse 10: Masta Killa]
  G.O.D., shadowbox with the L.O.G.I.C
  On the count of three, Wu-Tang
  First, master your breathin'
  I'm mental ass-whoopin', I'm teachin' when I'm speakin'
  I'm a champion from Brooklyn
  I'm movin' super-ninjas and Shaolin executioners
  Avenger, a righteous defender
  Grandmaster from the 36th Chamber
  Toad style is mentally strong, so strengthen your arms
  To hold my microphone you need iron palms
  Remain calm, Jamel Irief
  Wise chief, Wu-Tang poison clansman from the east, yeah
  [Verse 11: GZA]
  Enter a world of a universal mind of one kind
  A thick swarm of words that's expressed in one rhyme
  Food for thought, impossible sliders with the seasoning
   Regardless, I speak logic—clear reasoning
  The uncivilized, get the mineral lines, quartz
  Self-directed, calculated, controlled thoughts
  A point-of-view of the thinkers
  Monumental architecture, amazing as the Incas
  [Break: Cappadonna]
  (Sinatra) (Wu-Tang)
  W.T.C., ah-ha
  The faculty
  Ain't nothin' goin' on, don't nothin' move
  Nobody slide, nobody get hurt
  [Outro]
  En garde, I'll let you try my Wu tang style
  I'd like to try your Wu tang style, let's begin, then
  Shaolin shadowboxing and the Wu tang sword style
  If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu Tang could be dangerous
  Do you think your Wu Tang sword can defeat me?