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conversations.value: Write me a song called Not Alike with the following description: “Not Alike” continues Kamikaze’s main theme by dissing the “mumble rappers” who currently dominate the industry.
  The first beat, which is produced by Tay Keith, interpolates Drake and Blocboy JB’s “Look Alive,” which is a prime example of the common trap beats currently popular. The second beat, produced by Ronny J, is similar to many “SoundCloud Rap” type beats. Em also cleverly imitates Migos‘ “Bad and Boujee” flow in the hook, showing how easy it is to simply recycle the same flows, and put it on any type of trap beat. Throughout is also examples of different techniques such as repeating lyric, ad-libs and mocking the most common themes in modern rap.
  This song marks yet another collaboration between Em and Royce da 5'9''. Their previous joint track “Caterpillar” off of Royce’s Book of Ryan has a similar theme as this song. It also marks the second time that Royce has featured on an Eminem studio album; the previous time being on 1999’s The Slim Shady LP, where he featured in “Bad Meets Evil” – which would become the collective name for the
  remarkable rap duo.
  In this song, Eminem extensively targets Cleveland rapper Machine Gun Kelly, who released a response titled “Rap Devil” on September 3, 2018, three days after “Not Alike” was released. Eleven days after “Rap Devil” dropped, Eminem released “Killshot”. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Lil Juice & 
  Eminem
  ]
  Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!
  Yeah
  [Pre-Chorus: Eminem]
  Brain dead, eye drops
  Pain meds, cyclops (Yup)
  Daybed, iPod
  "May-back," Maybach (Yup)
  Trainwrecks, sidewalks
  Payless, high-tops (Uh)
  K-Fed, iHop
  Playtex, icebox (Yeah)
  [Chorus: Eminem]
  That's how much we have in common (Yah!)
  That's how much we have in common (Woah!)
  Up on this mic when we're on it (Yah)
  That's how much we have in common (Yeah!)
  That's how much we have in common (Woo!)
  That's how much we have in common
  We are not alike, there's nada like us on the mic (Yah!)
  [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9" & 
  Eminem
  ]
  I don't do Jordans and Audemars
  I do explosions and Molotovs
  Y'all blowin' smoke as if y'all ain't washed
  I blow the smoke from the car exhaust
  Flyin' to a party I am not invited to, feelin' like the streets need me (What up?)
  I ain't gotta dance long as my Ferrari Spider move like C Breezy
  I don't gotta hire goons
  I'd rather try to buy the moon and breathe freely
  The sky is blue, the tires new
  The Maserati white and cool like G-Eazy
  Why these dudes tryna figure out
  How to do a freestyle as fly as me? (Why?)
  I'm confused tryna figure out
  How to do Kapri Styles and Mya G
  Everybody doin' chick joints
  Prolly rob these little dudes at fist point
  'Member everybody used to bite Nickel
  Now everybody doin' Bitcoin
  We don't got nothin' in common (
  No!
  )
  We don't got nothin' in common (
  No!
  )
  Y'all into stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups
  On them uppers-and-downers (
  Woo!
  )
  I'm into stuff like doublin' commas
  Find me a brother who's solid
  To count this shit up and then bust this shit down
  When the cops hit us up, we can flush this shit down
  We cannot give a fuck, shit, a fuckin' colonic
  Sellin' your cock and your butt for a follow or
  Possible couple of dollars, you powder sniff
  Now you slippin', call it a power trip, a product of politics
  Y'all went from profit and toppin' the charts
  To dropped in the park in a pile of shit
  Knowledge is power, but powerless
  If you've got it and you do not acknowledge it
  Y'all music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it
  Hirin' strippers, prostitute retirin'
  We can spit it for your advance
  I'm fit to be king, you're cut out to fit in Prince pants
  You niggas— [Pre-Chorus: Eminem]
  Brain dead, eye drops
  Pain meds, cyclops (Yeah)
  Daybed, iPod
  "May-back," Maybach (Yup)
  Trainwrecks, sidewalks
  Payless, high-tops (Uh)
  K-Fed, iHop
  Playtex, icebox (Yeah)
  [Chorus: Eminem]
  That's how much we have in common (Yah!)
  That's how much we have in common (Woah!)
  Up on this mic when we're on it (Yah)
  That's how much we have in common (Yuh!)
  That's how much we have in common (Woo!)
  That's how much we have in common
  We are not alike, there's nada like us—
  [Verse 2: Eminem]
  You say you affiliated with murderers, killers (Ayy!)
  The people you run with are thuggin' (Gang!)
  But you just a wannabe gunner (Gang!)
  Like you was gonna do somethin'
  Actin' like you catchin' bodies (Ayy!)
  And you got juice, lil' youngin', you buggin'
  You ain't never even been charged in connection with battery
  Bitch, you ain't plugged into nothin'
  Rap God spit lyrical bullets (Pew!)
  And gats cock, your partners better tool up
  This has not to do with muscular
  But have guns for sure, you better put a
  Strap on, other words if you're gonna
  Roll up with your (Gang!) you're gon' need a arsenal
  'Cause this bar is over your head
  So you better⁠—*gun cock*⁠—have arms if you're gonna pull up (Skrrt!)
  Oh, you run the streets, huh?
  Now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh?
  This little cock-sucker, he must be feelin' himself
  He wants to keep up his tough demeanour
  So he does a feature, decides to team up with N9na (Yeah)
  But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne
  If you wanna come at me with a sub, Machine Gun
  And I'm talkin' to you
  But you already know who the fuck you are, Kelly
  I don't use sublims and sure as fuck don't sneak-diss
  But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie
  I keep on telling motherfuckers
  But, just in case you forgot really and need Ja memories jarred like strawberry or pineapple apricot jelly
  I respond rarely, but this time Shady 'bout to sound off
  Like a fuckin' cocked semi-Glock Demigod
  Let me put a fuckin' silencer on this little
  Non-threatening blond fairy cornball takin' shots at me
  You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rock Steady Crew
  Obviously, I'm not getting through
  We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, letting off like Remy Ma
  Heavy artille—ry, Godzilla harsh with a hard shell
  With a motherfucking heart bigger than Bizarre's belly
  Only time you'll ever say I lost
  You'll be talkin' 'bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy
  Just to try to get me off of ya
  Better hope I don't call Trick Trick
  Bitch, this shit don't fly in our city
  Punk, you don't disrespect OGs, R.I.P. Prodigy
  Sold Dre my soul and then told him the moment he signed me
  That I'd be the most hated, though made it
  So that there's no shame, it's okay to own it
  'Cause life is a bitch, she's a bow-legged ho
  But now those days are over
  I Harvey Weinstein a bathrobe hanging open
  My code name is groper, I role play with lotion
  I fucked on the world then I throw away the Trojan
  Old lederhosen with home-made explosives
  I'll blow eighty holes in you
  Don't make me go in, I O. J. the flows
  And I'm insult to injury, Rolaids to Goldman
  I'm throat spray and Motrin, I throated Nicole
  As they both there to choke and my whole blade is soakin'
  A double-edge sword, it cuts both ways, I poke and
  I stick and I turn in a rotating motion
  Invisible with the pen, I'm at the pinnacle to sick individuals
  Stick my dick and put the tip in at minimal
  I'm fuckin' these syllables, I let 'em lick on my genitals
  I'm a fucking invincible, indefensible, despicable, difficult prick
  A little bit unpredictable, I spit the formidable
  That you bitches fuckin' with, the original
  I consider me and Nickel identical ('Dentical!)—but not us
  The only thing we have in common's I'm a dick and you suck
  Otherwise one has nothin' to do with the other
  None come close to skunk, bug, soldier
  Tongue, shrub, shoulder, one month older
  Sponge, mug, folder, nun, rug, holster
  Lug nut, coaster, lung, jug, roaster
  Young Thug poster, unplugged toaster (Yeah!) [Chorus: Eminem]
  That's how much we have in common (Yah!)
  That's how much we have in common (Woah!)
  Up on this mic when we're on it (Yah)
  That's how much we have in common (Yeah!)
  That's how much we have in common (Woo!)
  That's how much we have in common
  We are not alike, there's nada like us—
  (Man, fuck this shit, let's go)