conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Concrete with the following description: Logic’s new single released on 11/12/12 tackles Nas' classic “New York State Of Mind pt. 2” beat
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  What up, what up!?
  Yeah, yeah!
  Hehehe
  It’s that concrete shit, you know what I’m saying? You’ll be like yeahhh, you know what I’m saying?
  Word up
  [Verse 1]
  Ayo I think about the rap game
  And Hip-Hop's life state
  It makes my blood pressure rise like Maryland's crime rate
  Rip through the city like the sense, of false virility
  From cats that clutch gats and lock down the vicinity
  A lyrical entity, that hold it down and never pretend to be
  Something I'm not, like crush rocks and bust Glock shots
  But I've seen it, to the level where I began to fiend it
  And now life is beckoned into reality, no need to dream it
  I, Step to the mic and rock heads like Mount Rushmore
  Raid the spot like cops catchin' a dealer tryna flush more
  Down the drain, liquor down the hash to drown the pain
  I surpass; sustain, solidified within its game
  The king is dead, long live the king now watch me reign
  Spit fire that I obtain from leavin' the dragon slain
  My name is logic but you may know me as young sinatra
  The cat that brought ya
  If I may say the illest of verses
  Not yet classics but that will come as time disperses
  Back in the 90's I was just a badass kid
  Thank god for sparin' my life and dogin' a bid
  West Deer Park after dark I rep to the death
  Gaithersburg high blastin music til I go deaf
  Ninth grade on the constant pursuit just to get laid
  Til' I finally got some pussy now I'm trynna to get paid
  Sold a lil bit something slight like nickels and dimes
  But I ain't make enough, said fuck it and stuck to the rhymes
  As for my home situation, that shit was hard times
  Came up on my own blocked out the bad went into a zone
  Acknowledged what it was but never let it consume my chromosomes
  On the phone at like sixteen with a lil hispanic hottie
  Body like a ducati the type to get naughty
  Now I’m twenty-one, older and wiser but I ain’t perfect
  Specially when that dark shit deep down hit the surface
  And ignite the art, maintain speed rip it apart
  Fuck a punchline this the shit you feel in your heart
  A young black man camouflaged in the skin of another
  When I converse with white folk, I feel like I’m undercover
  Just a brother, tryna make it in America
  I need a window seat somebody call Erykah
  Bars like this, cause mass hysteria
  Spread like malaria and quarintine your area
  I squeeze at you emcees til you weese and bury ya
  Alive, like Beatrix Kiddo that’s a Kill Bill
  Shit now run it back and relive the riddle
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