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conversations.value: Write me a song called Thank You with the following description: This song exemplifies the complex relationship between rap music and artists with religion– particularly the islam (as both Busta Rhymes and Q-Tip are muslim). In this song, rappers brag about their luxurious lifestyles filled with promiscuity, expensive jewelry, drugs and alcohol.These are things that one wouldn’t typically associate with a humble follower of God. Yet, according to the song’s hook, the artists clearly attribute their success, riches, and all the drugs, money and women in their lives to their “heavenly father” whom they thank for everything. This implies that today there is a more post-modern idea of what it is to be a christian and what type of personal relationship you can have with God. This sort of go-against-the-grain, quest for new ideas on religion, politics, and philosophy began during the time of the Enlightenment. As a result,religion has become more fluid thereby easier to accommodate in the lives of worshipers.
  It is also interesting this is meeting of two veterans from two relatively new labels (YMCMB and G.O.O.D. Music) and they are both introduced by their bosses, Lil Wayne and Kanye West respectively. Busta stated that he wanted the collaboration to settle any rumours about beef between the YMCMB and G.O.O.D. Music camps.
  
  The sample included in the hook and the instrumental of this song is from Alicia Myers' 1981 hit “I Want to Thank You”:
  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_4wiLbsFnM Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Lil Wayne]
  Woo! Welcome to the bank
  Where you deposit Young Money
  And, and you get Cash Money
  I'm Tunechi the boss
  And live from the vault, is Bus-a-Bus
  [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo
  Swag mania, pop that goes most, carry the most
  Beautiful bitches with us happily toast
  Keep the faculty close, 
  gross when we give them a dose
  Got them OD-ing, leaning in each Coast
  Scenery froze, take notes, rock Rolls, diamonds that fit us
  Chanel minks in the winter, who fucking with us?
  We coming to give them the shivers, watery flows spilling like rivers
  Flooding the street, hoping niggas swimming is moving gorillas
  King Kongs, Godzillas when we roll up
  Seat filling niggas, get up when we show up
  [Verse 2: Q-Tip]
  Uhh, shit
  Please don't throw up, hold your liquor, grow up
  If you robbing niggas, we gon' show you how to blow up
  Thank your lucky stars it's the 
  Rap Czar
  , tuck your shit in
  My niggas bite like Rin Tin Tin
  , my chagrin
  You never win, model thin, walking crack in your shin
  She gives in every time that I spin
  Square up, bow down to the kings of the hall
  We wade on, talk shit while we ball so what's cracking with y'all? [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
  Native New Yorker, the slick talker keeps it in order
  Call the reporter, stepping like British walkers
  Legendary swag flu and see the influence, just see how we do it
  Get them into it steadily, God I'm stupid, so undisputed
  Act fool, back tool until they pop off
  Police crowd up the street, blocking them off, locking them off
  Got these niggas wilding while I signal my soldiers
  Bossing it up, maintaining composure, stand on the sofa
  Thirty bottles, twenty waitresses, bring them over
  See how we light up shit, nigga, call the promoter
  And tell that nigga bring the bag, better hurry up with it
  And count the money up proper, cause you can get it!
  [Hook: Alicia Myers & 
  Kanye West
  ]
  I want to thank You, Heavenly Father
  Yeah
  , it feel good, don't it? Uhh
  For shining Your light on me
  It feel good, don't it? Uhh
  I want to thank You, Heavenly Father
  Ay, I want to let y'all know
  Ay, ay, I want to let y'all know, this Yeezy
  For shining Your light on me
  And you listening to Q-Tip
  [Verse 4: Q-Tip]
  Settle up, stiletto up, saddle up and let's go
  Good times, only difference, niggas making it though
  Chatter is up, peep the way we batter it up
  On top of the mountain, folding the ladder up
  You dead and done, rip up your paper 'cause your status is none
  Transfixed on the strengths of the page, whether chopper or gauge
  You're just a single cause you wouldn't engage
  Turnt up with the script on the cup, you keep the goblets with us [Verse 5: Busta Rhymes]
  See how we push sometimes a man fi get kuff?
  Beat him in the head
  , boop-be-de-de-boff, zippity-boof
  Beat him in the head again, "Stop killing me, wolf"
  Whop, beat a nigga till he drop, piggity-poof
  Ock see him, he puss
  , he don't want no problem with niggas
  Fuck it, let's get to drinking, poison our livers
  Dammit we sinners, 
  when me and Abstract together, see we deliver
  She got me touching it, fucking on all my fingers
  Dammit we winners, pillar of this rap shit, homie they know
  Kill everything until it's time for me to go
  That's when I bomb it with a blow and then I black and get a little bit dummy
  The microphone is bleeding, you should take it from me
  [Verse 6: Q-Tip]
  Incredibly we do it and it resonates the music, iTune it, YouTube it
  It could never ever be refuted
  It's gnarly for niggas and naughty for ninas, bitches and ballerinas
  Ballers and in-betweeners, blatant nonbelievers and overachievers
  Kicking it in Pele Adidas
  , 
  drink Alizé liters
  All of you must reconcile a leader
  She's begging to eat us and her man's attitude defeat us
  But never a scandal because me and Bus, we're prone to handle
  We're gentlemen
  [Verse 7: Busta Rhymes]
  Not to mention, we're veterans
  , second, he need some medicine
  Before I black as he get off my premises
  Better fly, you pelican, idiot ass niggas but then again
  You need a suit for your funeral measurements
  See me doing it effortless, it's never getting no better than this
  Giving your shit to convince a better preference
  Watch me turn them to skeletons, see how I come and bring out the betterness?
  Time is with it, I rep the foreverness
  Flying United Emirates, sized private plane, that kind of etiquette
  Purchasing diamonds, handle them delicate
  Now you need you a better ref
  You could peep us regulating, see we all in this bitch like we ain't never left [Hook: Alicia Myers]
  I want to thank You, Heavenly Father
  For shining Your light on me
  I want to thank You, Heavenly Father
  For shining Your light on me
  I know it couldn't have happened without You
  Ooh-ooh, without You
  Ooohh, without You
  Ooohh, without You