I got this lyric ready — with its shoutout to the 30th anniversary of DJ Shadow’s “Why Hip Hop Sucks in ‘96” — hoping to get a matching-enough assignment.

Well, if you want sources the dense, layered texture of instrumental trip-hop, there probably isn’t anyone better you could draw than BB. And *so* *many* stems!

But then you run into a snag: you have to know what you’re doing to really get that sound. And another: an infection bursts both of your eardrums, and you lose about 80% of your hearing for the first half of the secret mixter.

So this became a sort of try-everything project. Hope it came out alright.

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chorus:
whether the weather’s cold or hot, we’re together they like it or not

you know why hip hop sucks in 2026?
It’s the same old, lame old money hungry pricks

But i can double time ‘em i can double think ‘em, with my you boat i can sink ‘em
they on a bigger big business cycle, proud to be american psychos
y’all poor peddlers make their bike roll, I say no, my rap’s a lifeboat
i’m white though .. … where’d my mic go?

through gatekeepers i can row and I go hard like a diamond
My rhymin’s are forever, climb in the ring we’ll swing together
as I’m layin’ down styles in a funky state of flow
i’m a bebop buddha B -bb -Bsh beatboxin’ like a pro
an’ i can trap .. slap or play a rasta rhythm master
bring it down real slow or push it up and make it faster

Quickening, sickening, frickin’ mwickening
Stick an embigenning ending then start again agin in the beginning
was the word, well which word was it? Where when why how what? What’s it?
Who but We is gonna take care of We — y’all need that solidarity

..whether the weather’s cold or hot, we’re together whether they like it or not
we’re together
we’re together