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conversations.value: Write me a song called New God Flow.1 with the following description: “I’m Kanye West, that don’t make no sense!”
  Kanye West and Pusha T drop quotable after quotable over smooth yet anthemic production, driven by the oft-used breakbeat from Melvin Bliss' “Synthetic Substitution”. That breakbeat was also used on Ghostface Killah’s “Mighty Healthy”, which provides the sample for the hook. The song was produced by Tapez & Boogz and Mr. West. Come and have a good time with G.O.D.!
  In an interview with HipHopWired.com, Pusha T explains that this song was directed at a comment Birdman had about G.O.O.D. Music:
  ‘New God Flow’ was about, in my view, something I read in a Birdman interview that I didn’t like. He said something like ‘G.O.O.D. Music isn’t nothing’ and it had nothing to do with Wayne or Drake per se. That was Birdman saying whatever he wanted to say and that was the basis of where all of my lines came from. Everybody else was on their love of Hip-Hop shit. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Produced by Boogz N Tapez, Kanye West, and Anthony Kilhoffer]
  [Intro]
  Somebody been running a long time
  Somebody—
  [Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
  Shake that body, party that bod—
  Shake that body, party that bod—
  Shake that body, party that body
  Come and have a good time with G-O-D
  [Verse 1: Pusha T & 
  Kanye West
  ]
  I believe there's a God above me
  I'm just the god of everything else
  I put holes in everything else
  "New God Flow," fuck everything else
  Supreme dope dealer,
   
  write it in bold letters
  They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
  They said Push ain't fit with the umbrella
  But I was good with the yay' as a wholesaler
  I think it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
  A hot temper matched with a cold killer
  I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him
  Think '99, when Puff woulda had Shyne with him (Yuugh)
  Matchin' Daytonas, rose gold on us
  Goin' HAM in Ibiza done took a toll on us
  But since you overdo it, I'ma pour more
  Well if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' four door [Chorus: Ghostface Killah & 
  Kanye West
  ]
  Shake that body, party that bod—
   
  (
  That's rare, nigga
  )
  Shake that body, party that bod—
   
  (
  Ric Flair, nigga
  )
  Shake that body, party that body (
  Yeah, nigga
  )
  Come and have a good time with G-O-D
   
  (
  Yeah
  )
  Shake that body, party that bod— (
  Woah
  )
  Shake that body, party that bod— (
  Woah
  )
  Shake that body, party that body (
  It's the new God flow, niggas
  )
  Come and have a good time with G-O-D (
  Yo
  )
  [Verse 2: Pusha T]
  Step on they necks 'til they can't breathe
  Claim they five stars, but sell you dreams
  They say death multiplies by threes
  Line them all up and let's just see
  Fuck 'em, 'Ye, fuck 'em, 'Ye
  I wouldn't piss on that nigga with Grand Marnier
  (Woo) They shit is shoppin' at Targét
  (Woo) My shit is luxury Balmain
  I'm balling, Amar'e
  A nick' sold in the park, then I want in
  What's a king without a crown, nigga? (What?)
  What's a circus without you clown niggas? (Ha)
  What's a brick from an out of town nigga
  When you flood and you can drown niggas? (Yuugh)
  Here's the G.O.O.D. Music golden child
  M-A dollar sign, can't nobody hold me down [Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
  Shake that body, party that bod—
  Shake that body, party that bod—
  Shake that body, party that body
  Come and have a good time with G-O-D
  [Verse 3: Kanye West]
  Hold up, I ain't trying to stunt, man
  But the Yeezys jumped over the Jumpman
  Went from most hated to the champion god flow
  I guess that's a feeling only me and LeBron know
  I'm living three dreams
  Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney King's, uh
  'Cause we can't get along, no resolution
  'Til we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
  Cars, money, girls and the clothes
  Aw, man, you sold your soul
  Nah, man, mad people was frontin'
  Aw, man, made somethin' from nothin'
  Picture workin' so hard and you can't cut through
  That can mess up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you
  What has the world come to? I'm from the 3-1-2
  Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true
  Like there the God go, in his Murcielago
  From workin' McDonalds, barely payin' the car note
  He even got enough to get his mama a condo
  Then they ran up and shot him, right in front of his mom
  Forty killings in a weekend, forty killings in a week
  Man, the summer too hot, you can feel it in the street
  Welcome to Sunday service, if you hope to someday serve us
  We got green in our eyes, just follow my Erick Sermon
  Did Moses not part the water with the cane?
  Did strippers not make an ark when I made it rain?
  Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and Dame?
  And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?
  In Jesus' name, let the choir say
  "I'm on fire, ayy," that's what Richard Pryor say
  And we'll annihilate anybody that violate
  Ask any dope boy you know, they admire 'Ye [Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
  Shake that body, party that bod—
  Shake that body, party that bod—
  Shake that body, party that body
  Come and have a good time with G-O-D
  [Interlude: Ghostface Killah]
  Yeah, nigga
  Yeah, I had my— I had my Jesus piece since '94
  I don't know what I— I don't know what y'all talkin' 'bout
  And my eagle
  Still got it all in the bag, B (Yeah)
  All I did was play possum
   (Yo, come on)
  [Verse 4: Ghostface Killah]
  Six hundred Cuban cigar in the big tub
  Medallion on, Dove soap on the fresh cut
  With soap suds on the MAC-11
  My big lion haven't ate since twelve and it's after seven
  We feed the nigga like forty chickens
  His tail wag when I send him a bag with just one victim
  Uh-huh, now let me show you what my closet on
  Gems in the display case, call it a rock-a-thon
  I— I got soccer moms payin' for cock
  Asians get it from behind while they cleanin' they wok
  Comin' with flows that is toxic (Come on)
  Deadly fumes when I'm in the room
  Repercussions occur when you dry snitch
  Red light, green light, one, two, three
  Look mean, got my machine, cried and hit you, please
  Said and shake that body, scar up that body
  Should I kill him now Tone?
   I said, "Probably"
  Side bets are four and better
  Bust hammers with pot holders
  And yo, dead a cow for his fuckin' leather
  I'm not bow-legged, but old school like Redd Foxx
  My favorite color in my hustle days was red tops
  My gold eagle arm shitted out a red rock
  Threw it off my project roof and saw red dots
  Kanye, shine a light on my Wallabees
  You can have a good time with G-O-D
  [Chorus: Ghostface Killah & 
  Kanye West
  ]
  Shake that body, party that bod—
   
  (
  That's rare, nigga
  )
  Shake that body, party that bod—
   
  (
  Ric Flair, nigga
  )
  Shake that body, party that body (
  Yeah, nigga
  )
  Come and have a good time with G-O-D
   
  (
  Yeah
  )
  Shake that body, party that bod— (
  Woah
  )
  Shake that body, party that bod— (
  Woah
  )
  Shake that body, party that body (
  It's the new God flow, niggas
  )
  Come and have a good time with G-O-D (
  Yo
  )
  [Outro: Kanye West]
  G.O.O.D. Music, G.O.O.D. Music
  G.O.O.D. Music, G.O.O.D. Music
  And all my niggas say, "G.O.O.D. Music"
  And all my ladies say, "G.O.O.D. Music"