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conversations.value: Write me a song called It Has Been Said with the following description: This song was written in response to Biggie’s death, and all throughout the song multiple references to the rap game, and rap related deaths are used. Eminem uses his aggressive writing style to execute heavy rhymes that exaggerate the seriousness of the rap game. Look for mentions to facts, like the opening words, “It has been said,” because it shows the opinions as not only that of Eminem’s, but also of many others throughout the industry. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [
  Verse 1: Eminem
  ]
  It has been said that there has been known to be bloodshed
  Over bread, men who have bled to death, dead
  Strapped to beds, pipe bombs, dynamite, lead
  Money, power, respect, street cred, yeah
  It's scary, ain't it? Picture yourself going out as a hero
  Picture mural pictures of us painted all over street corners
  Fans meet to mourn us, while we meet the coroners
  Notorious tried to warn us
  We watched, so many piggybacked off of
  Biggie's back and 'Pac's, landmarks, history in rap
  Statistically in fact; it's so sad to see us re-enact
  These tragic events, which lead us back
  To where we left off on March 9th
  To come from such hard knock lives
  And make it up out of 'em, hit the spotlights
  And, once they're on us this is our lives
  Thrust out for all eyes to cast upon us
  To see who can last the longest
  And he who lasts the longest must be the strongest
  In this concrete jungle where this dog eat dog mentality comes from
  It's origin, which is usually originated from cats who starving
  Or it could just be somebody's aura, that just horri-fies
  And applies to his persona or the sizes
  In his entou-rage that intimidates the people
  To the point that you know that he's gangster
  He ain't just say shit, you just believe it [Verse 2: Obie Trice]
  Since B.I.G. taught us niggas to think big
  I'm been about my business since then, so anxious
  It ain't how we live, it's what he said, he did it for Brooklyn
  This I took in, sent chills through my skin
  Vicious, I'm experiencing the same sights as him
  It's what excited Obie to write these poems
  Rolling, going through the same shit he spoken
  Open up my eyes so there's no limit in them skies
  When Ready to Die was a sick part of my life
  Palming that forty-five, plotting to pop my mind
  Then that crooked eye Jamaican I'd so many times rewind
  Got me to walk a straight line and get up on my grind
  Get up out the system, who could give him better signs
  No pop of mine could top Big Poppa rhymes
  So possibly I'd be popular, huh?
  That's the inspiration I got from my nigga B.I
  [Verse 3: Diddy]
  I took him from coal to diamond,
   I molded his mind
  Into the most phenomenal artist of any and all time
  I made a Frankenstein, my design impressed
  Backpackers and press who said my house was a mess
  Critics lashed, said I made a fortune off of his passing
  All I did was build a dynasty off of his passion
  And I'm addressing the adolescents absent to who he is
  The original king of New York, Christopher Wallace
  This is a promise on Diddy's honor, I'm a father T'Yanna
  And teach her that with all the drama don't even bother
  On repeat, all of your albums play back to back
  And I visit your grave 'cause our friendship's intact
  An immaculate concept, extravagant progress
  Bullet wounds left in my heart, I'm yelling "God bless"
  Regardless to critics yelling that East/West
  I seen the game losing, I'm just pressing the reset
  And when the resurrection of you shines through an individual
  Lyrical enough to wear the same crown of thorns literally
  I'ma pay homage, Brooklyn's finest
  Whether it's Queens or Harlem it'll be instant stardom, nigga (nigga)