conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called XXL Freshmen 2013 Cypher - Part 1 with the following description: The first edition of the XXL freshman class of 2013’s cyphers.
  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a8C9gTRxJMk Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
  These niggas don't beez in the trap, they like bees in this track
  Just smoked out,
   I ain't talking 'bout what you toke out
  Get choked out fo'rilly, thinking that this shit a silly dream
  When actually reality ain't what it really seem
  And I ain't acting on the scene niggas scream
  The actions ain't screened, just well schemed
  I'm trying to have wealth for my well being by 18
  Pockets healthy green, what the fuck is 12 beans?
  I need the cake and cream, stakes is high like fiends off a dream
  Jet streaming having cuisine with the best seasons
  It's the vet season carry a vest you know the reason
  I'm in Chiraq and I'm getting blown like the breezes
  Your chicken strip tease us, thighs leg and the breast part is the cleavage
  She even lick it down to the bone marrow
  She in love but I don't got a bow and arrow
  I'm known to jack the booty like I'm sparrow
  They ain't trying to see me in the battle, they lines is too narrow
  They couldn't even outshine my shadow
  They don't want the beef nigga let alone the cattle
  They just want to ride the saddle, it's so sad though
  [Verse 2: Action Bronson]
  Hammers present, you gettin' wrapped up
  Uhh, jump out the Mack truck, black tux
  Go 'head and act up, drink the blood out of the brass cup
  Your jewels are fake those are glass cut
  No snakes keep the grass cut
  Thick dominican women skin cinnamon with they ass up
  Sick spinning, I stay shitting like a sick pigeon
  Different colors glisten off the wrist prism
  Blicker off the hip hit 'em, spun 'em
  Chopped an onion, in the process peeped the diagnostics
  See my shorty draped up in an ostrich
  Smoking weed from the doctor
  As I sit on a train to Paris draped in fabric like an Arabic
  Mommy always knew her boy was talented
  Come off tour give her 20 thou for nothing
  Cause it's nothing to me I'm something to see
  Sunk in the sea, Duncans on feet
  Shits are shiny take a shower rather dump in the heat
  Jump out the jeep looking fly like a bundle of geese, jeez
  I'm on some shit
  I'm talking 7 series triplets,
   bitches with military fitness
  And my girl a shooter like Chamique Holdsclaw
  With coke in the door, she used to play ball
  For Christ the King, selling drugs got her the icy ring though
  Me [Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
  The last black hippy to get a wiki
  I'm in your city getting a hickey from your chick in her Vickies
  Don't try act like I ain't popping homie
  My style like Mandela meets Monster Kody
  Cop backwoods by the box bro, OG only
  Drop 460 for a zip, need 2 to be cozy
  I hate to stunt but look me up
  Evil Knievel ain't much when I do my stuff
  Polo tee polo black cologne
  Burberry by my nuts she won't leave me lone
  The Levi's was on sale, but I ain't flexing hard
  Flexing, never had a 24 Hour Fitness card
  I told myself I wouldn't flip I made a little bit
  I'm no magician but I hope this blue dolphin do the trick
  Behind the mic with a thizz face
  You take your Mrs. through my entrance thats a mistake
  I got it bad like Usher Raymond
  Middle finger to the plaintiff, screaming Top Dawg Entertainment
  Look I don't know why you niggas hating
  I take that back cause I know why you niggas hating
  I just said it cause I likeded how it came in
  I even used likeded, that ain't a word, I'm just saying
  I got to be the greatest on this land, 
  I spell high with
  3 I's and I'll never never land
  The rap Mike Jack, Peter Pan with 28 grams
  Hendrix with no guitar, 
  Albert on Adderall
  Yeah, jug
  Smoke 'til I'm Weezy don't worry what's in my cup [Verse 4: Travis Scott]
  Speedin', and damn I’m leaning, on the Kawasaki
  In the lobby, got me dro codinein’, out in 
  Abu Dhabi
  Chain beaming, hope it ain't anemic, 'cause you might feel drowsy
  Out in Sweden
  , just me and four women, and we all playing hockey
  Blow Scott 'a' La Flame, pimp with no cane
  Rocking the robe in yo' hood with no pass
  Fucked up the flow, nothing but fam cause niggas be hoes
  Have that, pass that, light it up and then blow
  Imagery abstract, it's like NASDAQ when I stock it up and then grow
  Packed it up and moved to Goldman Sachs, my nigga Yeezy done taught me that
  Young niggas in the Soho House spilling booze wherever the Barbies at
  Damn homie, this a movie nigga, take a picture or somethin', where your Kodak at?
  Scottie is tokin and swimming in women, he writing, producing, then score and then filming it
  Oh God, my God, this shit be like God-level
  Nigga you talking money, nigga stacking several
  Bonds over billions niggas the real is in the building
  With Jay and Hova niggas know what the deal is
  The deal is nigga the realest
  Young Scott the rock, rocking from the Phyllis
  Got my nigga Bronson, Joey, Ab-Soul
  And you know a nigga pockets getting swole on the road, yup