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conversations.value: Write me a song called The Show with the following description: A song from Kendrick Lamar (still going by K.Dot) and Jay Rock’s mixtape No Sleep Til NYC, this is the second track on the album and deals with two guys from LA in New York City.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Jay Rock]
  Let's start our program ladies and gentlemen
  LET'S GO!
  NYC baby, haha we here now haha
  Let's get it in
  [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
  Watch her getting jumping like third grade barrettes
  Let the beretta blow you die slow while I smoke on chron-ic
  Try to throw salt homie like dry sweat gun powder flow through triceps
  I'm more advanced got a corvette flow, I spit like Murcielago
  Through precipitation I give rappers a sun tan
  Rapping like a promotional van when I pull the drum out
  Clap more than a Beatle fan, never heard a sound like THIS
  I'm number one, you're forever number two like Siamese
  This is New York rap on gold d's
  Jay Rock proceed
  [Verse 2: Jay Rock]
  Get it in like IVs
  My flow is not on radar, the K-9 D
  Play y'all like chess, you can't check us, come correct
  Or face a lyrical bomb threat
  I bomb first like Makaveli in 9 6
  The nine mili have you on your death bed sick
  See really I'm a project baby
  Niggas are going Barney [?] raised me
  Crooked cops
  Stop sign got a bullet whole, don't stop
  Speed through it like a drag race, or get buried under the state
  K.Dot [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
  Expose niggas for who they are
  Under their white T might be halter tops
  Rap fags,
   the black mag come with a complimentary black mask
  Black Jason, red beam on the Glock
  Money talks, I'm trying to have a life long conversation
  Live like a silver spoon caucasian with a chain of hotel rooms across the nation
  No home training, break 1,000,000 dollar vases
  Here we go yo, here we go yo
  I got the special kind of flow they call it Hip-Hop antidote
  Murder MC's, if you're a rapper please check your pulse
  (Hurry Up) too late
  (Flat line) John Doe
  [Verse 4: Jay Rock]
  Dead than a motherfucker, Damn I'm a motherfucker
  (BLUCKA BL-BLUCKA BLUCKA BL-BLUCKA)
  Let his Momma suffer
  I ball like the West Coast at Harlem Rucker
  But at venice beach, jump shots I'm finna see
  Fuck a drop top, that's how they killed Kennedy
  I'm in a bronco, OJ in the city streets
  With my AC on (With your AC on?)
  Shit don't try to play me homes
  Jump stupid, then ask to get filet mignon
  I'ma break him in half (and I'ma dumbthe bones)
  Spill out (Then light the blunt)
  With the butt of the comb
  I got a lock like riper
  25 to lifers, walk in the yard and never fold in a riot
  You know who we are, Top Dawg generals
  I thank God for rap, my career was being a criminal
  BLISS [Verse 5: Kendrick Lamar]
  New level Hip Hop
  Where my shovel? Let me convince Nas
  Dig a couple graves tell 'em that the new rap zombie is alive to invade
  On the masses south central true best I
  40 Glock stashes, buck 50 score left eye
  Going back to Cali in a New York state of mind
  [Outro: Kendrick Lamar]
  I can't wait
  You know, nigga ain't never hopped on no, no subway train you know
  Might catch the blue line or something
  Metro Bus
  125 St. down Rosecrans, 53 down central
  Hahahaha, It's all new to us you know
  Get out the hood for once
  Statue of Liberty, I wanna see the fire on that motherfucker
  The fire really burn in that motherfucker?
  Heh, you see a nigga don't a nigga don't ever know and shit
  I ain't never seen snow nigga
  Southern California
  Crenshaw, gangbanging can't slang it
  I wanna see some NY fitteds
  Get used to them L.A. cats, heh
  Puerto Rican mamis, nigga don't got no puerto rican mamis, nigga we got Mexicans nigga
  Straight up, haha