conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Champions with the following description: A fantastic, overlooked song featuring a (non-Hov) dream team of Roc-A-Fella talent during their early-aughts glory years.  This tune features a verse from the dude who produced it, some guy named Kanye West who thought he could rap.  Wonder whatever happened to him..
  Dame picked the sample and originally wanted to have Just Blaze do the beat, but there was a miscommunication about how quickly Dame wanted the beat made, and production duties fell to Kanye West. He stated “I remember one time I asked Just Blaze to flip this beat for me and he wouldn’t. I was aggravated. So then I had asked Kanye to flip the ‘Champions’ beat and I had liked the fact that he reacted with speed. It was just respect. I knew that there was a work ethic that it takes to win on a professional level, and I saw that he had two times that.”
  (Source: The Making of Kanye West’s “The College Dropout” by Complex) Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Interlude: DJ Clue]
  Yeah, DJ Clue, Desert Storm, the Roc
  This shit right here, the Roc army
  Dame Dash presents the Dream Team, niggas
  Word
  [Intro: Dame Dash & DJ Clue]
  'Sup y'all?
  Yo, this is Dame Dash, the CEO
   (
  Haha
  )
  Here to welcome y'all to the Dream Team (
  Woo
  )
  What, y'all niggas thought I was gonna rap? Never
  I'm just a little mad at niggas comin' at my neck like my team ain't the best in the world
  You know what I'm sayin'?
  Like we ain't got 
  Beans, Cam, Jay, Bleek, Freeway
  [Chorus: DJ Clue]
  We are the champions, my friend
   (C'mon)
  And we'll keep on fighting to the end
   (Dream Team)
  We are the champions, we are the champions
  No time for losers 'cause we are the champions
  Of the world
  [Interlude: Dame Dash & 
  Kanye West
  ]
  God damn, Kanye
  I bet niggas didn't know you could rap huh?
   (
  They didn't
  )
  That's my motherfucking producer, this the producer on the Roc
  He rap better than most rappers! [Verse 1: Kanye West]
  Well Dame, if these niggas thought about they self for a change
  Then maybe they can finally figure out how to get they self some change
  I done seen jealousy make niggas do t-terrible things
  How'd that song go I did with Hov? Oh yeah, shit'll never change
  That's your worry, though, 
  we are the champions
  Spend a lot of time in Hampt-i-ons
  , do a lot of beats you can't be on
  Damn, all these fans can't be wrong
  , 
  damn, B.I.G., you can't be gone
  Make those beats thugs wanna rock (Yeah), make a nigga feel just like Pac (Yeah)
  Make it street, but it just might pop
  , make it straight to the mountain top
  Had the Chi on lock when they finally heard I signed with Roc
  Came in the game, changed it again, changed everything, yeah
  If you feeling this here, throw your fucking hands in the air
  [Verse 2: Young Chris & 
  Beanie Sigel
  ]
  It's the Roc-a-Fella label, baby, fuck them other labels, baby
  And we been ducking shots from all them haters lately
  We getting paper, baby, them others trying to keep up
  We on top, so I guess we they saviors, nope
  We labeled as the Roc-A-Fellas, 
  Jacob, watch's colors
  Everywhere, hell yeah, test us and the gauges blow
  Fuck they hatin' for? Don't make me pop a fella
  Roc-A-Fella stop a fella, could get hot for fellas, Sig (
  What?
  )
  [Verse 3: 
  Beanie Sigel
   & 
  Dame Dash
  ]
  Don't make me chop up fellas, have to call a cop for fellas
  Or the helicopter fellas, nigga
  I'm a Roc-A-Fella
  What, nigga? for Roc-A-Fella, shit, I will rock a fella
   (Dame)
  Goddamn, Beans, I got this, let me talk my shit one time
  No, we the illest niggas, realest, I will kill these niggas [Interlude: Dame Dash & 
  Cam'Ron
  ]
  Now that's what the fuck I'm talking 'bout
  And you wonder why I'm proud of my family?
  And you wonder why I ain't gotta rap?
  I got niggas that'll assassinate you, B, lyrically
  Really shut you the fuck down, don't get your career ended
  Leave us the fuck alone, let us rock
  We are RocHeusen
  , we're the R-O-C (
  I'm here Dame, I'm here
  ), holla (
  Killa
  )
  [Verse 4: Cam'Ron]
  This is just fate, how I would sit on a crate
  Listen to tapes, every day a frisk was at stake
  Jakes' cuffs, wrists getting raped, 
  my mission was straight, to
  Visit them states near them great Michigan lakes
  And fuck a bathroom, I pissed on the gate
  Flipped the bird at em, flip a bird, switch up my plates
  I got plans that was better than jail
  Now look, we like Bird, Parish, Kevin McHale
  Scott, Worthy, Jabbar and Magic
  , oh my God, it's magic
  Isaiah, Dumars, I will carve your casket
  Phil, Scottie and Mike, Phil, Shaq and Kobe
  My gats will detach you, homie
  And I'm friends with thugs, I sell endless drugs
  For the Roc Fam, dawg, I extend my love
  Jay, Bleek, beef, I'll be crossing the bridge
  Tossing they wigs, make corpse of they kids
  Free, O, Sparks, and Mack Mittens
  I'm 95 South, no doubt, MAC clip in
  I stack chips and I'm Saks Fifth-in'
  Louis Vuitton loafers, hat dripping
  I go retrieve a duck, tell her proceed and suck
  I don't just beat my cases, I beat 'em up
  My lawyer eat 'em up, put bars behind me
  I'm glad they didn't stop that car behind me, shit
  It had three felons, gun shooters, no
  50 cal. A.C.P., Bazooka Joe
  Don't be stupid, though, I get scrilla, man
  I'm for realer, man, yeah, it's Killa Cam, uh, Dipset, bitch [Chorus]
  We are the champions, my friend
  And we'll keep on fighting to the end
  We are the champions, we are the champions
  No time for losers 'cause we are the champions
  Of the world
  [Interlude: Dame Dash]
  What, y'all thought I was finished?
  I'm not, I just recruited somebody new
  I'm like the George Steinbrenner of this shit
  I mean I'm rich like him, holla
  [Verse 5: Twista]
  Everybody's swarming, oh my God
  It's the newest power forward of the squad
  A legacy like Jordan with the mob
  That be known for breaking motherfuckers off
  Put Roc-A-Fella on my pinky ring
  Fuck a battle, nigga, I'ma get them thangs
  Rollin' with them Lords and them folks up out the Chi
  Twista gon' make 'em spit the game
  I represent the mob to the fullest
  You don't want it with that boy that's known to pull it
  With Kanye on the track of the Dream Team
  I'm finna be the shit no matter which way you put it
  They blessed a nigga in, now I'm fin' to go into a zone
  Taking it to some motherfuckers domes
  'Cause it's on, I will rock until I'm gone
  Filling my body with lead, clutching chrome
  Take it to your gut, take it to your chest
  I be more provoking when I'm smoking sess
  And we getting stronger, hope you got a vest
  Already got them MACs, already got them TECs
  Served a few dimes, Beans got pearl
  Legendary, we on top of the world
  How could you haters think we can be done?
  Hold it down because we are champions
  [Chorus: DJ Clue]
  We are the champions, my friend
  And we'll keep on fighting to the end
  We are the champions, we are the champions
  No time for losers 'cause we are the champions
   (Yeah)
  Of the world
  [Outro: DJ Clue]
  Dame Dash presents the Dream Team