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conversations.value: Write me a song called 2018 Grammys Performance with the following description: Kendrick Lamar has been known to shake up an award show or two in his day, and this highly-anticipated 2018 Grammy Awards performance was no exception.
  Viewers were treated to another fearless medley with cameos from U2 and Dave Chappelle—plus a small army of dancers and a taiko drum performance to boot.
  Kendrick took home the awards for Best Rap Album, Music Video, Rap Song, Rap Performance, and Best Rap/Sung Performance with Rihanna. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Part I: XXX]
  [Intro: Bēkon]
  America, God bless you if it's good to you
  America, please take my hand
  Can you help me underst—
  [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
  Yesterday I got a call like from my dog like 101
  Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds
  He was sobbin', he was mobbin', way belligerent and drunk
  Talkin' out his head, philosophin' on what the Lord had done
  He said: "K-Dot, can you pray for me?
  Been a messed up day for me
  Know that you anointed, show me how to overcome."
  He was lookin' for some closure
  I can bring him closer
  Spiritual, my spirit do no better, but I told him
  "I can't sugarcoat the answer for you, this is how I feel:
  If somebody killed my son, that mean somebody gettin' killed."
  Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of
  All the memories collected, moments you could never touch
  I'll wait in front a homie's spot and watch him hit his block
  I'll catch the homie leavin' service if that's all I got
  I'll chip a homie, then throw the blower in his lap
  Walk myself to the court like, "Man, I did that!"
  Ain't no Black Power when your baby killed by a coward
  I can't even keep the peace, don't you play with one of ours
  It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour
  Ghetto bird be on the street, paramedics on the dial
  Let somebody touch my mama
  Touch my sister, touch my woman
  Touch my daddy, touch my niece
  Touch my nephew, man, I promise
  You chip the homie, then throw the blower in his lap
  Matter fact, I'm 'bout to speak at this convention
  Call you back—
  {
  Gunshot
  } The screen reads: "This is a satire by Kendrick Lamar"
  [Chorus: Bono & 
  Kendrick Lamar
  ]
  It's not a place
  (
  Uh-huh
  )
  This country is to me a sound of drum and bass
  You close your eyes to look around
  It's not a place
  (
  Uh-huh
  )
  This country is to me a thought that offers grace
  For every welcome that is sought
  [Part II: DNA]
  [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
  Run your life, I live a better life, I'm rollin' several dice
  Run your life, I live a better life, I'm rollin' several dice
  Run your life, I live a--
  Run your life (ahh)
  This is my heritage, all I'm inheritin'
  Money and power, the mecca of marriages
  --
  Tell me somethin'
  Uh, you can't tell me nothin'
  I'd rather die than to listen to you
  My DNA not for imitation
  Your DNA an abomination
  This how it is when you in the Matrix
  Dodgin' bullets, reapin' what you sow
  And stackin' up the footage, livin' on the go
  And sleepin' in a villa
  Sippin' from a Grammy, walkin' in the buildin'
  Diamond in the ceilin', marble on the floor
  Beach inside the window, peekin' out the window
  Baby in the pool, godfather goals
  Only Lord knows I've been goin' hammer
  Dodgin' paparazzi, freakin' through the camera
  Eat at Four Daughters, Brock wearin' sandals
  Yoga on a Monday, stretchin' to Nirvana
  Watchin' all the snakes, curvin' all the fakes
  Phone never on, I don't conversate
  I don't compromise, I just penetrate
  Sex, money, murder — these are the breaks
  These are the times, level number 9
  Look up in the sky, 10 is on the way
  Sentence on the way, killings on the way
  Won't you tell 'em I got millions on the way {
  Gunshot
  }
  [Spoken: Dave Chappelle]
  Hi, I'm Dave Chappelle. And I just wanted to remind the audience that the only thing more frightening than watching a black man be honest in America is being an honest black man in America. Sorry for the interruption, please continue...
  [
  Part III: Freestyle
  ]
  [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
  Sir Duckworth or Kung-Fu Kenny?
  Got juice, got work, got weight, got plenty
  Him, got her, got more, got Benji, yeah
  Top off, gettin' topped off in the city
  Big Top Dawg and I dance on 'em like Diddy
  Pop off and I pop back like Fifty, yeah
  [Part IV: New Freezer + Kings Dead]
  [Verse 4: Kendrick Lamar]
  I gotta dance
  I Milly Rock when I get that advance
  How can I shop with like 64 M's?
  Talkin' to Top about business again
  He want some lot with new Bentleys again
  I want some top from like two sets of twins
  Twenty twin twins, yeah, yeah [Verse 5: Kendrick Lamar]
  Red light, green light, red light, green light
  Red light, green light, they like, we like
  Fast cars, fast money, fast life, fast broads
  Egotistic, goin' ballistic, why God?
  Born warrior, lookin' for euphoria, but I don't see it
  I don't feel it, I'm paraplegic, tapped in when I'm maxed in
  Comp-Town with the MAC 10s and the pumps in the background
  Absent, never OG, standout
  Lackin' everything else but doubt
  Magnum, holding Magnums with a Magnum
  Homie, ad-lib and I sing out loud
  Never had friends, never had ends, never had hope
  They was like, "Nope," I was like, "Boo yaow, boo yaow"
  {
  Gunshot
  }
  [Spoken: Dave Chappelle]
  Is this on cable? CBS? It looks like it's singing and dancing, but this brother's taking enormous chances. Rumble, young man, rumble!
  [Part V: King's Dead]
  [Verse 6: Kendrick Lamar]
  Never had friends, never had ends
  Never had hope, they was like "nope"
  I was like "boo yaow"
  {
  Gunshot
  }
  (Yeah, God)
  We off the day
  Know we off the, be off the, eat off your plate
  Me off, I be, "Off ya head"
  Ate, on C4, I'm way off the edge
  Burn integrity, burn your pedigree, burn your feelings
  Burn your culture, burn your moral, burn your family
  Burn your job, burn your land, burn your children, burn your wives
  Who am I? Not your father, not your brother
  Not your reason, not your future
  Not your comfort, not your reverence, not your glory
  Not your heaven, not your angel, not your spirit
  Not your message, not your freedom
  Not your people, not your neighbor
  Not your baby, not your equal
  Not the title y'all want me under
  All hail King Killmonger