conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Porta one with the following description: “Porta one” is named after the TASCAM “Porta one” portable analog tape recorder. Logic alludes to the TASCAM in the song and also references Mac DeMarco’s “Salad Days,” which was a key inspiration.
  
  This track used to be the title track in the early development of Vinyl Days until it was switched later on into the album’s production. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Logic]
  Funkmaster Flex
   (
  Funkmaster Flex, Funkmaster Flex
  )
  Oh, we gotta put the fuckin' camera on that joint
  Let it spin around, see the room (
  Bring the motherfuckin' ruckus
  )
  We should literally (
  Bring the motherfuckin' ruckus
  )
  Put that shit right here and just let it spin (
  Bring the mother— Bring the motherfuckin' ruckus
  )
  Around the room, you know what I mean? But, anyway (
  Bring the motherfuckin' ruckus
  ), yo
  [Verse 1: Logic]
  I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk
  I'm that motherfucker Tarantino, dawn 'til dusk
  Hit the homie Mac DeMarco like, "What up, my man?
  I need some raw shit," and he recommendеd the Tascam
  I'm talkin' hip-hop shit straight to tape
  He did thе 
  Salad Days
   demos on it and it sounded great
  Any real musician listenin' can relate
  I feel like the RZA recording in '88
  Prince Rakeem
  , 
  I fuckin' blow like Hiroshim'
  I'm on the scene, never flippin' scripts like a pharmacist
  I am quite the opposite, talk shit, get hit quick
  Give a fuck what you talkin' 'bout, y'all can suck my dick
  This that DOOM shit
  J. Dilla, Madlib, MadGic comin' soon, shit
  I get the pussy wetter than a monsoon hit, y'all
  Ayo, ayo, y'all play games, MoCap, I don't cap
  I do this for the love of hip-hop, I don't rap
  Open up your chest like EMS light
  Who the best? Don't give a fuck, but don't test my mic
  It's Logic [Interlude: RZA]
  Bring the motherfuckin' ruckus
  Bring the motherfuckin' ruckus
   (Haha, hey, yo, yo)
  [Verse 2: RZA]
  I rips it hardcore like porno flick bitches
  Classic like turntables, beatbox and floppy diskettes
  A young Tom Cruise is with me and we're risky business
  I delivered more gifts to the game than a thousand Christmases
  (Psht-psh) Like a yellowjacket teamed with those metal ratchets
  Spin your head back like DJ Scratch about to scratch it
  Smack the fader, the rapper's sabre swings, decapitates you
  Leave your couch stained like Jheri curl activator
  Soul Glow, Soul Train, voice blow like Coltrane
  Boomerang back to the track, push your hair back
  You need more than Rogaine, no pain, no gain
  Like Patti LaBelle say, but me and Logic, it's no thing
  Vinyl Days
  , 
  Vinyl Days
  , leave your mind astray
  Even with application maps, they can't find the way
  Back to pure pure hip-hop tracks, Marley Marl, Biz Markie
  BDP, Eric B., Kool G Rap, and Large P, please, ha