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conversations.value: Write me a song called Two Words with the following description: Off of 2004’s The College Dropout, Kanye, Mos Def and Freeway drop this fast-paced track dedicated to the titular purpose: the verses are done with two words (or two stressed syllables) for every beat (quarter of bar). Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus: Kanye West]
  We in the streets, playa, get your mail
  It's only two places you end up: either dead or in jail
  Still nowhere to go
  Still nowhere to go
  Now throw your hands up, hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes
  Everybody, fuck that!
  Still nowhere to go
  Still nowhere to go
  [Verse 1: Yasiin Bey]
  Listen, two words: United States, no love, no breaks
  Low brow,
   high stakes, 
  crack smoke, Black folks
  Big Macs, fat folks,
   
  ecstasy capsules
  Presidential scandals
  , everybody move
  Two words: Mos Def, K. West, hot shit
  Calm down, get back, ghetto people got this
  Game 'pon lock shit, gun 'pon cock shit
  We won't stop shit—everybody move!
  Two words: 
  B-K, N-Y, Bed-Stuy
  Too harsh, too hungry, too many, that's why
  These streets know game, can't ball, don't play
  Heavy traffic, one lane—everybody move!
  Two words: Mos Def, Black Jack, hot shit
  Calm down, get back, ghetto people got this
  Game 'pon lock, gun 'pon cock
  We won't stop—everybody move! [Chorus: Kanye West & 
  Harlem Boys Choir
  ]
  Now throw your hands up (
  Throw your hands up high
  )
  Hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes
  Everybody, fuck that
  Still nowhere to go
  Still nowhere to go
  And keep your hands up (
  'Til they reach the sky
  )
  Hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes
  Everybody, fuck that
  Still nowhere to go
  Still nowhere to go
  [Verse 2: Kanye West]
  Two words: Chi-Town, Southside, worldwide
  'Cause I rep that 'til I fuckin' die
  One neck, two chains,
   one waist, two gats
  One wall, twenty plaques, 
  dues paid, gimme that
  I am limelight,
   
  Blueprint
  , five mics
  Go-Getters rhyme like should've been signed twice
  Most imitated,
   
  Grammy nominated
  Hotel accommodated
  , 
  cheerleader prom-dated
  Barbershop player-hated, 
  mom-and-pop bootlegged it
  Felt like it rained 'til the roof caved in
  Two words: Chi-Town raised me, crazy
  So I live by two words: "Fuck you, pay me"
  Screaming, "Jesus, save me"
  You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me
  'Cause on judgment day, you gon' blame me
  Look, God—it's the same me
  And I basically know now, we get racially profiled
  'Cuffed up and hosed down, pimped up and ho'd down
  Plus, I got a whole city to hold down
  From the bottom, so the top's the only place to go now [Chorus: Kanye West & Harlem Boys Choir]
  Now throw your hands up (
  Throw your hands up high
  )
  Hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes
  Everybody, fuck that
  Still nowhere to go
  Still nowhere to go
  [Verse 3: Freeway]
  Two words: Freeway; two letters: A-R
  Turn y'all rap niggas to two words: fast runners
  Like Jackie Joyner
  , you better sleep with your burner
  The heat skeet, 
  blow a reef through your car,
   my God
  Two words: no guns, break arms
  Break necks, break backs, Steven Seagal
  Free, young boss, 
  freshman of the Roc
  With the beef in the pot, Jay sent for his dogs to brawl
  Forget your squad, better 'fend for yourself
  Have you screamin' out four words: "Send for the law," ugh
  Two words: Freeway, slightly retarded
  Fuck around, throw a clip in your artist, leave with his broad
  [Outro: Yasiin Bey & 
  Harlem Boys Choir
  ]
  Red, white, blue, black (
  Throw your hands up
  )
  Calm down, move back (
  Throw your hands up
  )
  Motherfuckers askin', "Who is that?"
   (
  Throw your hands up
  )
  You know it's the almighty Black Jack
   (
  Throw your hands up
  )
  Mos Def, K. West (
  Throw your hands up
  )
  Ghetto people, get this shit off your chest (
  Throw your hands up
  )
  North to the south, to the east, to the west (
  Throw your hands up
  )
  Black Jack Johnson, it's no contest
   (
  Throw your hands up
  )
  (
  High
  ) And show it to 'em like