conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Dumb It Down with the following description: Dot spits over the beat from “Dumb It Down” by Lupe Fiasco. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Ali, mix it
  Ha ha ha, Lady G, Whaddup?
  Ha ha ha, Bad Love, Whaddup?
  Ha ha ha, ha...
  [Verse 1]
  I spaz out 'til I pass out
  There’s clarity in my vulgarity for a sass-mouth
  Your parody’s not funny
  Apparently you ain't nothing but industry crash dummies
  As long as the lord love me, I’m good
  I could: be the best rapper but I’d rather be the answer that capture the violence that coincides in my hood
  I should: stick a fork in this music business
  But I’m too deep in it like pussy on my penis
  Devil’s kitchen in Phoenix; that’s the heat that I’m bringing where the shade at?
  I’m L.A. radio and good music, boy, I don’t play that
  Ugh, Walking a thin line from thinking like Einstein
  And rhyming like Rakim in ’89
  Don’t wanna pack a nine just a mind full of wisdom
  Like a man 99 years old locked in prison
  Don’t freeload on my vision
  Get exposed like an R&B ho with a sex tape hidden
  I’m always for the business, forever you can feel it
  Whether you Crip blue or a nigga that hemorrhage
  My penmanship is like me and Langston combined to the hip
  And my hip to the hop don’t stop as I rock
  I got a buzz like a shot of Palmer Sun
  And the women fall in love as they fall in my crotch
  Now understand that I’m all that you’ve got
  Give me chance, give me ears, give me hearts, give me props
  Hear the difference? I’m cool like that
  Oh, you spit? Well the retarded drool is back
  See, I’m the author of the authors, 
  the father of the Austin Power fajja
  Who can bust like a charter, why bother?
  I know a jealous serpent is a burden to my life
  But still I carry on like luggage on a flight
  The realness in my bones is the DNA to life
  I can give you insight only if you’re in sight
  I’m looking past y’all like a fastball - strike!
  And I ain't even tryna give it my all - yikes!
  I’m comfortable enough to go and chill out with a Huxtable
  You couldn’t see my pedestal, because you’re afraid of heights
  Cloud 9, where you can find
  Me in my dime like Roosevelt in his prime
  Wait 'til I’m in my prime
  The moon and the stars will align on my Louis V. belt like Orion
  To whom say he cool: but the irony is I could hold the bottom of an iron with the bottom of my palm
  I say so much, so little all action, no talk like a mime throwing up gang signs
  It’s not all about punchlines, I don’t do that
  I’m a Jaguar; you’re just a new cat, now move back
  Kendrick Lamar on the radar for success
  Aiming for the top like an AR aimed at your neck
  I can never digress, ‘less I get demoted to death
  Even then I’ll be the best still, like a petty theft
  I will: conquer my biggest dreams
  Once you open the cage, I bet that I’ll spread my wings
  Nipsy got street cred, Jay Rock got street cred
  And all I got is bad credit, big ears and big head
  But still they’ll feel me, cause we all ate cereal
  Humped our momma's friend's daughter while they bump the stereo
  Backflips on shopping carts, free lunch at the park
  Watched Power Rangers after school; here we go
  I’m so Comptonized, I will never compromise
  For no faulty ass A&R or CEO
  We ain't what you think and you think we’re back
  But we’ve been here for decades, and I vouch for that
  Open your mouth for that, speak well like a great debater over iChat
  Get your other eye cracked
  I don’t rap, I-Iraq and declare war
  I enjoy watching enemies' blood pour
  I came up lower middle class, not poor
  So don’t feel sorry for me, I don’t need y’all to love me
  I need y’all to feel me
  And if you feeling froggy to leap, then feel free
  My feeling’s all aside, my pride is deprived
  By the ultimate prize I'mma get when I see your suicide