conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Gifted with the following description: From L.A. based producers Squeak E. Clean and DJ Zegon, “Gifted” is the Tenth single and 4th release and sees Kanye on good form and Santigold and Lykke Li provide and eerie Hook and Santigold gives a great second verse. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Kanye West]
  I'm known for running my mouth
  I will not be accountable for what comes out, uh
  I dunno, I might have said it
  I was kinda gone and light-headed
  And my jacket kinda fresh, bright red
  And as usual, my pants tight-threaded
  It seem like everybody dress tight now
  And I just want my credit
  Don't get it, twisted, or dreaded
  I am the king and will not be headed
  To the morgue no time soon, brethren
  Being broke made my head hurt
  So I need the bread or an Excedrin
  That'll only get my engine revving
  While y'all on 10, I'm on 11
  I'mma make the news, be on at 7
  Matter fact, I'm on this very second
  I'm in first and y'all in second
  And this verse only add to the freshness
  Call to the club, tell them add to the guest list
  What you think? Way more bitches?
  I can never be too big for my britches
  Y'all motherfuckers know who this is
  I'm gifted
  Merry Christmas
  Merry Christmas [Chorus: Lykke Li & Santigold]
  I'm armed with pens, I've got my rhymes
  Whatever comes, I write it down
  So knock me out and shoot me down
  With mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time
  [Verse 2: Santigold]
  You don't know my mind
  Like I've said a thousand times
  I gotta stay ahead
  Know what I'm fighting for
  I'll leave you to your talk
  Never seen my kind before
  And you're all so thick-headed
  Follow and I know I let it
  Part of me won't let me quit
  Won't let me just not say shit
  So much is there to be bored with
  Can't be still, I can't afford it
  Try to hold it in, but it makes me sick
  So I spit it up, say to hell with it
  I dream it and I build it tall
  Make a way for when you fall
  [Chorus: Lykke Li & Santigold]
  I'm armed with pens, I've got my rhymes
  Whatever comes, I write it down
  So knock me out and shoot me down
  With mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time [Instrumental Break]
  [Chorus: Lykke Li & Santigold]
  I'm armed with pens, I've got my rhymes
  Whatever comes, I write it down
  So knock me out and shoot me down
  With mics in hand, we'll stand against the
  I'm armed with pens, I've got my rhymes
  Whatever comes, I write it down
  So knock me out and shoot me down
  With mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time