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conversations.value: Write me a song called The Anthem with the following description: This is a nonstop verbal onslaught from 8 dangerous MC’s. Underground classic, that was actually banned from TV upon it’s release.
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   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: King Tech]
  One two, one two
  We dedicate this one to the Hip-Hop culture, y'all
  Brought to you by the world-famous Wake Up Show
  [Verse 1: RZA]
  Bobby Steels, Staple' tales, MC's get your lips stapled
  Project Killa Hill is stamped on the map like the compass
  Sacred swordplay, tongue-twist
  Piercin' holes in you, you can't escape
  70,000 kilowatts blast through yo' box
  Walk with alarm clocks, cars drivin' slow down the block
  One stopped, parks, pops the trunk
  Snare pops loud as Glock shots
  Bass like an M80 in your face
  Cops stop, give us citation
  We pause for radio station identification
  [Interlude]
  Wake up, wake up, wake up!
  Tech is on
  [Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
  When I woke up, I grabbed the mic and never choked up
  Busted a verse and all the G'z in Cali loc'd up
  When I was summoned, 
  styles were mixed like the Drummonds
  Killer clown
   is comin', look around, your town is crumblin'
  This Big Tech from the Midwest
  Leavin' MC's listless on the Wake Up Show
  Make up no stories about my shake-up flow
  Put me off in a cypher, partner, you can't kcuf with the sniper
  Your flow's premature, clean your dirty diaper
  Mic heister, psycho alpha-schizo
  Hypno, cryo gat flow, guru and ain't nobody tighter
  Sway and Tech heard me flow, and it's sealed
  Now I got Swedish women yellin' "Tech N9ne's vild-uh!!" [Verse 3: Eminem]
  This place is my house
  I might as well erase my face with Wite-Out
  ‘Cause y'all can't see me like Ma$e's eyebrows (Where you at?)
  Climbed out of a nice house
  Through the front window and heard this guy shout, "Hey! That's my couch!!"
  Pull a 9 out durin' a rhyme bout
  While I'm rippin' this shit, put a clip in it and spit five rounds
  And murder you hoes worse than a convertible flippin' vertical
  Nose-first with the top off, landin' upside-down
  Get tied down and duct-taped
  Fuck rape! 
  I'd rather just hump a slut's leg with my nuts shaved
  It's Sway and Tech
  Two disk jockeys breakin' so many freakin' needles, I wonder if they inject?
  [Verse 4: Xzibit]
  Lo and behold, better than platinum and gold
  Yes, God bless, success, never forsake the soul
  Xzibit take control — locked, loaded, and ready to roll
  Play the upper hand, a man that's never gon' fold
  ‘Cause your tape sucks, find a new hobby that you can take up (Yeah)
  Or listen to my niggas Tech and Sway so you can wake up
  The X-Man, catch me doing drills in the Danger Room
  Big game huntin' from high noon to the full moon
  [Verse 5: Pharoahe Monch]
  With synonyms, 
  I get an adrenaline rush
   from minimum thrusts
  Bust multiple assaults in small interims
  As horrid as Boris Karloff was
  When I cut your neck, leave a little piece of skin so the head won't fall off
  Hauled-off, sawed off shotgun blast
  He asked: "Why did he have to die like cast metal?"
  Oh! Haha, see, now like Omar Credle
  We 'pon pedal at a high resolution
  On the Wake Up Show with Sway, Tech and DJ Revolution [Break]
  Revolution, revolution
  Revolution, revolution
  Revolution, revolution
  Revolution, revolution
  [Verse 6: Kool G Rap]
  I sway the TEC with Tech and Sway
  Step away, wet and spray, rep today
  Who owe the debt to pay get swept away
  Across the whole board like checker play
  When I blaze, your whole sect' erase
  Wake Up Show for those who slept away
  Niggas that met the tré hit the deck and pray
  DJ Revolution, spinnin' like lead from out the Heck and K
  Tearin' your neck away
  Flood up the street where blood redecorate
  Until the head of Jakes investigate
  [Interlude: Jayo Felony]
  Sway can give it to, but what you gon' do with it?
  Tech can give it to you, but what you gon' do?!
  Rev can give it to you, but what you gon' do with it?
  I can give it to you, wha-wha-wha-what-what!
  [Verse 7: Chino XL]
  Yo, yo, yo, Chino make the world go 'round
  Fuckin' up entire record companies like Harrell did to Motown
  Vominous talk, poison pen, ominous walk
  "Which flow will I destroy you with this time?"
  The most commonest thought
  The drama that's brought caught us in the midst of a sibling rivalry
  For instance, there is nothing born in existence that can survive with me
  Clone me like sheep
  , 
  I clean house like Tony Randall
  My style filed for sexual harassment, like Tisha Campbell
  You wack like Will Smith, your rhyme style is pansy
  I fucking murder your young style, like JonBenét Ramsey
  Now who the master to beg? Your demo get passed on the reg'
  You shouldn't have been signed if you had a white cast on your leg
  I'm Wake Up Show-reppin' with Sway and Tech
  My TEC's like 
  Tekken
  , the industry weapon
  I'm Chino X—bring KRS in! [Verse 8: KRS-One]
  De-de-de-da-de-de-de-da-di-day (Hey!)
  KRS-One comin' with the Tech and Sway
  Yo, I rock up on the littlest set and up on the biggest set
  As ill as it gets, I still manage to wiggle your neck with sweat
  Never forget: the bigger the budget, the bigger the debt
  You gotta be, willin' to rock in the middle of dry
  And in the middle of wet
  But I'm willin' to bet, on a Sway and a Tech, they stay in effect
  Never been a pain in the neck, they gainin' respect
  Nevertheless, I wreck you
  Now, you know what Sway and Tech do
  I'll be back, but for now just seckle!
  [Outro: KRS-One]
  Hahaha! Fresh for 1999, you suckers!