conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Look Out For Detox with the following description: “Look Out For Detox” was recorded as a promotion for Dr. Dre’s unreleased Detox—which attained semi-mythical status over the decade-plus period since it was first announced. Dre, however, confirmed the death of Detox in late 2015, in advance of the release of Compton.
  The song was produced by Childish Gambino. The beat also can be heard on Gambino’s song “You Know Me.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Uh, shoutout to ScHoolboy Q
  He uglier than a motherfucker (laughs)
  [Verse]
  Tire marks, tire marks
  Finish line with the tire marks
  When the relay starts I’m a runaway slave
  Ugh, walking on water and running on waves
  God MC, oh my God, you gotta see
  There’s never no I's in me
  Of an Odyssey,
   
  I’m a block away
  Fire marshal's moving in
  Marshmallows inside my pen
  Sweet sixteens
  Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin
  I’m so appalled
  With the prototype with a godly protocol
  You an amateur, they wanna pro to call
  I damage ya on camera, in Compton, in Canada
  I don’t care where ya are
  Just blink twice and I’m there where you are
  Like a shadow in the dark,
   you a paddle in the boat
  In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short
  Water in the pot, flow crack rock
   
  like Bam Bam nigga
  Have two grams nigga pay up or blam blam nigga
  Had a black Camry, 
  bumpin' Dipset, Killa Cam nigga
  I had been around niggas, killas, pimps
  You ain’t been around shit but your momma and your bitch
  Shoved off the porch when I was like six
  Uncle Bobby got the house raided back in 9-6
  Kick in the door
  K9s all in the kitchen way before I even heard of Mike Vick
  Momma in the bathroom poppa at work
  Happened on Sunday we shoulda went to Church
  Look at my shirt, Polo on it
  It’s gon' sell if my logo on it
  I fear no opponent
  A demon come near and I might throw a spear at the omen
  You looking at the 2010 Romans
  Empire,
   
  Hiiipower HP,
   
  in ya face like HD
  And I spit like a HK
  I’ma shot like a H3, H-U-B-C-I-T-Y, A-B and Y-G
  Problem and Hootie nigga
  Tell the government come shoot me, nigga
  Cause I’m going out with a fist raised
  And a fist full of money give it to the fifth grade
  Drink a fifth of Hennessy and then take another fade
  With a democratic politician from CA
  They don’t wanna see a B-L-A-C-K
  Making some scratch like a hall of fame DJ
  Give us some free J’s put us in PJs
  Now we in the county jail calling for a three-way
  God-Damn, y'all cold
  Mark of the beast wear your god damn bar-code
  Stuck in the street where it's dark like Harpo
  Black man tell me where your God-Damn heart go
  Although I’m in the land of milk and honey
  Nobody never gave me shit,
   when I got my first chain
  All the niggas tried to take it from me
  I had to fight back and shit
  Take it back and shit
  And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit
  Like he back that shit
  Acting like you real or something
  Nigga ain't popped no steel, ain't popped no collar
  Go pop some pills or something
  You trying real hard to appeal to someone
  I’m being myself, my BFF is a BM-dub
  With your BM in it and your stash box glove
  And the medicine a doctor gave a nigga won't help
  I’m at the limit where I be amazing myself
  I bet I finish on a level with a Black belt
  I bet I hit it where every rapper get killed, like
  Bla bla bla bla where the knife at?
  Cut cut cut where your life at?
  Your careers over, he’s slumped over
  And if I'm off beat know I’m un-sober
  That's a new flow
  Pl-, Plus Q gave me some Kush and some Nuvo
  New dough for the new year and I sumo on a rap peer
  Not a rapper, I’m a raptor
  That's a T-Rex in a V-neck for the rapture
  I’m a factor 
  and your facial
  I will fracture to a fraction
  No one-half and I hate math
  Pastor’s like Eddie long, fucking maricon
  Took me mighty long to get here
  Nigga, Fuck!