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conversations.value: Write me a song called Soul Food II with the following description: “Soul Food II” is the second installment in Logic’s Soul Food series, the first appearing in his October 2014 debut album, Under Pressure. Logic spends the first half of the song speaking on how he has evolved as a person and an artist since the first “Soul Food” dropped, as is evident in his first lines.
  In the second half, Logic raps about the storyline of his second album, The Incredible True Story, where main protagonists Thomas and Kai are on the quest for the planet Paradise.
  As explained in Logic’s Twitch livestream listening party for the album, this is how the original “Soul Food” was supposed to sound:
  The first time we did it I couldn’t find the person who owned the sample… This song, six years ago, this is how it was supposed to sound. What you guys are listening to right now is not what […] you were supposed to hear the first time. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Part I]
  [Verse 1]
  Goddamn, goddamn, conversations with people
  Crazy how one day, the legends forget that they equal
  On this Under Pressure sequel
  We not taking it back, we keepin' it pushing
  People scared of change
  But you'll find me deep in the cushion
  Even when I win, it feel like I'm losing
  Listening to beats, in the Bimmer cruisin'
  I think I got another hit, I could feel my body bruisin'
  What's the conclusion? Or rather, my hypothesis
  I'm darker than Gotham is
  Like reading Nostradamus at 90 degrees
  You better believe
  I know how to turn a profit with ease
  Diacritical lifestyle, I'm always overseas
  Hurricane Bobby in the studio blowing trees
  Switch the topic, I drop it
  Fuck around then leave them all concussed
  When I bust, no thrust, this world we livin' in is fucked
  Industry rule number four thousand and eighty one
  Your new shit ain't good as your old shit
  'Til your new shit is your old shit, son
  And then some, gotta get some
  I wear this 24 karat solid gold Rollie for my son
  As an heirloom, not for looking dope as I rhyme
  As a representation to give your family your time
  If you're searching for love in the industry you'll be let down
  They don't love you 'til you dead and then they call you profound
  No matter how mainstream you was in the end, you still underground
  That's the truth, feeling close to the cliff, like Rick Dalton in the booth
  Money ain't the key to happiness and this the proof
  Modern day rap is like a golden era spoof
  But a few of us were searching within the second renaissance
  And I know that my debutantes
  Been keeping the legacy going
  By flowing so involuntarily seamless
  Me and my team is finally reaping
  What we been sowing like a seamstress
  I said I'm on one, I know I'm unsung
  Was livin' my life backward like Tariq on Undun
  And now they wonder how I got over son (Do you want more?)
  Hell yeah, now check the method
  I been livin' outside of pages for ages
  Now I'm back, Chocolate City, home of percussion, Maryland on my back
  From Takoma Park, all the way to Southeast DC
  It feel like forever ago, it feel like BC
  Everlasting life, kickin' rhymes in the parking lot at night
  Inhale, exhale, people hate
  Oh well, 2012
  Dreamin' I'm a freshman on XXL
  2013, on the cover XXL
  Livin' life behind these bars with no intention of postin' bail
  'Cause I prevail
  But that's a story for another time
  Story for another rhyme
  And on my darkest days, I know that the sun will shine, eventually
  Greatest lyricist to ever do it, yeah essentially
  And if we're being modest then potentially
  And if we're being humble then... [Part II]
  [Intro]
  Oh shit, it's Raquel, she's a fuckin' thot
  Ayy, fuck you guys! Fuck you guys!
  Suck my dick!
  Straight on the basement mic
  Ayy, man fuck all these punchlines and shit man
  I just wanna tell a story, I just wanna have some fun
  Back in the basement type shit
  [Verse 2]
  Ayo, once upon a time a couple of guys from out this world
  Was talkin' rap and hip hop with a young synthetic girl
  The year was 2115 at Babel Space Station
  Was home to the very last of the human population
  The captain name was Thomas, the infantry man was Kai
  And he's the man that discovered the Ultra 85
  Accompanied by a girl inside their ear, her name was Thalia
  Made of ones and zeros, she was a program
  You could ask her any question even about the fall of man
  Then one day they discovered a planet in deep space
  That nobody before them had ever found in they database
  I mean, maybe it's the place that's meant for the human race
  The planet Paradise, Kai said to Thomas, "My God
  It'd be very nice, traveling through outer space
  We done had some scary nights
  We done had some scary fights"
  All about that rap shit, Kai like that trap shit
  Thomas love that boom bap shit
  "I wish God was real, I wish I could just get raptured
  What if this planet full of aliens and we get captured?"
  "Don't think that way, my son
  Everything gon' be fine, we finna have some fun
  And if by chance we do come across an alien
  I'ma blow his ass away with this here molecular gun
  Set to kill, never stun
  Wagwan, we get it done"
  Now the ship is enterin' the atmosphere (
  Ten, nine
  )
  "We gon' take a look around and get the hell up outta here (
  Eight, seven
  )
  We gon' double check that it's habitable and livable for man (
  Six, five
  )
  And no matter what happens you know we gon' stick to the plan" (
  Four, three
  )
  "Understood?" "Understand", "All good? Let's get it then" (
  Two, one
  )
  Once they touched down nobody could hear a sound
  'Til they opened up the ship door, that rappelled to the ground
  What they found, a planet full of life
  A planet full of shit they never seen
  Straight up out a movie scene
  On some Tarantino meets Christopher Nolan, nah mean?
  Walk around the planet for hours, they was exhausted
  If it wasn't for the music in they ears, they would have lost it
  The seventh album by a musician they both revered
  First time this planet heard it, let's call it a world premiere
  Thomas thinkin' about a picture of his girl
  That he left on the Aquarius Three in his dresser
  Wishin' he could undress her
  Give her the pipe, no lesser
  Kai thinkin' nuts like a professor
  Wondering if the oxygen on this planet fresher
  Now is it us or is the natural life on this world the aggressor?
  All the negative shit inside of his head, he need a refresher
  Two men here to save the world, 
  no pressure