That’s the beauty of hip-hop. You can talk shit and make it addictive. T.I.’s “I’m Talkin’ to You” got stuck in my head again. The beat is banging. The flow is ingenious. The Southern accent is exotic. The lyric is just facetious: “I’m the best you ever heard about, fresher than you heard about / I’m strapped now pussy nigga this ain’t just word of mouth / for niggaz wit dirty mouths, I got a lotta clean pistols to wash ’em out.”