conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Crackers ’N Cheese with the following description: Track one on the “Intent Side” of Still in the Bassmint.
  
  When it was originally ripped to the internet by a collector, it was titled as “Crackers & Cheese” and was therefore thought to be so. It was later confirmed to be the “One-Handed Juggler” on Still in the Bassmint by a collector in possession of the tape.
  There are lines about both crackers and cheese and a “one-handed juggler” in the song.
  From The Way I Am:
  Mark Bass heard our song called “Crackers and Cheese” on the radio and he liked it. He and his brother Jeff had a studio, F.B.T., the Funky Bass Team. He called up Lisa Lisa [the radio DJ] and asked, “Who is that?” We talked to him on the air, and then we ended up going to his studio, and we made a three-song demo.
  Black Sabbath’s “Hand of Doom” is sampled in the beat.
  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZpAi0Srfqtk Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro (Sample)]
  I'm the man!
  [Verse 1: M&M]
  I stand in, flapped by the wind as I begin
  Do you know who I am? And met a reply with a grin
  Yes, I'm tired of being untutored
  Why should I be secluded? I've got a brand-new horn to be tooted
  To sum it up in a nutshell, "M&M will you kick it for me?"
  So I find myself in a certain obligatory
  A place where I dwell in, pull onto some wonderful productions
  To make up for lost time, anything is obstruction
  Finally let loose, unloading the stockpile
  A mental projectile, I aim like the Reptile
  I look to the one-handed juggler and ask him this
  "Why do you insist on stepping to an octopus?"
  Is there a reason for this? The hatred is aggravating
  How many times will it take you before you realize you're fading?
  Fading from existence because simulations are dead
  There's so much more to learn, and pages left to be read
  So put up the front, while you jam for the grammar that's poor
  While I hold the scrapbook, that's heavier than the hammer of the mighty Thor
  Words can weigh a ton, therefore it's never to fall into the hands of the wrong one
  [Hook (Scratched samples)]
  Yeah, yeah (x8)
  It's another— [Verse 2: M&M]
  Very few have made an attempt to put a foot on the other side
  But I see no borderline from under this colorblind
  Now, some will probably never hold pieces of the sacred
  But then I'm finally about to put an end to the hatred
  War, the world will never enter the arguing
  Awakening to the absence of unity is startling
  Oh foolish pride, what the hell is you trying to do?
  You cannot beat someone that's better than you, so quit trying to
  The echo we want don't mean nothing by despicable
  So how do you think you can manage to kick the unkickable?
  You're graceless, bland, you're tasteless, and you're faceless, and you're dull
  It's time you faced this, here, taste this
  Straight from off of the pile, one of the numerous styles
  The date of my birth on the earth, the deliverance of a star child
  Rest with formidable talent and versatility
  But such a power, there comes a responsibility
  To infringe on the boundaries, so now the defiance is clear
  To form an alliance that's something even the giants fear
  So instead of being oblivious to a color of skin
  Rufuser abusing is accepted, now it's a trend
  [Hook (Scratched samples)]
  Yeah, yeah (x8)
  It's another— [Interlude: M&M]
  You know, I don't understand why we all just can't get along
  You hate me, but you know me and what I stand for
  No? So why do you speak for me and every other white man when you say that we're your enemy?
  [Verse 3: M&M]
  On the floor lies a broken door, because I'm not to be spoken for
  Stereotypes and superstitions, and fictional folklore
  Rarely do you see the lighter side of me
  I try to be persuasive, but oh, so impatient!
  Been trying to end the rivalry
  But I've heard the entice delayed it, apologies are exhausted
  Feelings are turning glacial, never to be defrosted
  Who can I trust after repeatedly being shafted?
  Switch to the opposite, now scenes are being reenacted
  Pull up, set fort by his group, his tour is quick
  He's practiced obviating, we hate him as bad as a pastor, huh
  Always fighting for the position of top dog
  The spots already occupied and I don't play leap frog
  Because I do not wish to fight over territory that's already mine
  But I'm always having to prove myself time after time
  Oh how I never understand how a man could be outcast
  Judged from the past and he's put last
  But nothing but nothing to say, stuttering and slurring
  And muttering words with no meaning, attack me sounding like 
  Danny K
  Here I go again, hammering, stammering, grammaring
  Eating it like cheese, pass me the crackers please
  I've got a craving [Outro (Sample until fade)]
  I'm the man!