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A rapper's boastful lyricism, claiming prowess in various aspects of life, including mic skills, personal style, and abilities to overcome challenges and stress. [/INST]

Lyrics: It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail
The mic is contacted, I attract clientele
My mic check is life or death, breathin' a sniper's breath
I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps
Deep like The Shining, sparkle like a diamond
Sneak a Uzi on the island in my army jacket linin'
Hit the Earth like a comet—invasion!
Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian: half-man, half-amazin'
‘Cause in my physical I can express through song
Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong
I drink Moët with Medusa, give her shotguns in Hell
From the spliff that I lift and inhale; it ain't hard to tell


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Create a song that celebrates the unity and love between friends, specifically addressing those who are incarcerated and expressing gratitude for the support of close friends and family. [/INST]

Lyrics: To all my niggas locked up
From Queensbridge and all over
To my man , one love
To my man Herb, one love
To my man , one love
Can't forget my motherfuckin' heart, Big , one love
To , yeah, one love


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Imagine a couple so in love that they feel invincible, willing to take on any challenge together, even approaching the sun itself, not with the intention of staying but simply to experience it. [/INST]

Lyrics: And then we'll walk right up to the sun, hand in hand
We'll walk right up to the sun, we won't land
We'll walk right up to the sun, hand in hand
We'll walk right up to the sun, we won't land


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Imagine a song where the singer dreams of ruling the world and their priority would be to liberate their sons while expressing their passion for black diamonds and pearls. [/INST]

Lyrics: If I ruled the world, if I ruled
If I ruled, I'd free all my sons
Black diamonds — I love 'em, love 'em, baby!
Black diamonds and pearls, if I ruled
If I ruled the world
If I ruled the world
I love 'em, love 'em, baby!


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Write a song about a street-smart, wealthy individual who has a dark past, with a focus on their luxurious lifestyle and nonconformist attitudes. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella
Moët drinking, marijuana smoking street dweller
Who's always on the corner, rolling up bless
When I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess
Cold be walking with a bop and my hat turned back
Love committing sins and my friends sell crack
This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue
The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one
‘Cause life ain't shit but stress, fake niggas, and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennessy while pulling on mad blunts
The brutalizer, buddha-sizer, accelerator
The type of nigga who be pissing in your elevator
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
Used to sport Bally's and Cazals with black frames
Now I'm into fat chains, sex and TECs
Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heines and Beck's


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A nostalgic rap about life in the streets, drug dealing, and the struggle to make it big. [/INST]

Lyrics: Represent, represent
Represent, represent
Represent, represent
No doubt, see my stacks are fat, this is what it's about
Before the BDP conflict with MC Shan
Around the time when Shante dissed the Real Roxanne
I used to wake up every morning, see my crew on the block
Every day's a different plan that had us running from cops
If it wasn't hanging out in front of cocaine spots
We was at the candy factory, breaking the locks
Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man
Fuck a yard, God, let me see a hundred grand
Could use a gun, son, but fuck being the wanted man
But if I hit rock bottom, then I'ma be the Son of Sam
Then call the crew to get live too, with Swoop
Barkim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo cooks up the blow
Mike'll chop it; Mayo, you count the profit
My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it
It's your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs
'Nuff respect to the projects, I'm ghost, one love


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A rapper known as Nasty Nas is preparing to make a big entrance and create a major disturbance in a specific location. [/INST]

Lyrics: (Right… Right…)
Check me out y'all
Nasty Nas in your area
About to cause mass hysteria


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A rapper talks about their love for marijuana, their streetwise nature, and how they are a natural performer on the mic. [/INST]

Lyrics: Before a blunt, I take out my fronts
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X catchin' the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta ain't Brave-r, I pull a number like a pager
‘Cause I'mma ace when I face the bass
40-side is the place that is givin' me grace
Now wait, another dose and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike-head, I wear chains that excite the Feds
And ain't a damn thing gonna change
I'm a performer, strange, show the mic warmer was born to gain
Nas, why did you do it?
You know you got the mad-phat fluid when you rhyme
It's halftime


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A short conversation between friends about their excitement and enthusiasm for a new project or activity. [/INST]

Lyrics: Aight, fuck that shit! Word, word
Fuck that other shit, y'know what I'm sayin'?
We gonna do a lil somethin' like this
Y'know what I'm sayin'?
(Stay up on that shit)
Keep it on and on and on and on and
Know'm sayin'? Big Nas
Grand Wizard, God, what is it?
(It's like…) Haha, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, go ahead and rip that shit, dun!


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A rapper from Queensbridge, New York, boasts about being the most dangerous MC in the game, asserting their dominance and pride in their neighborhood. [/INST]

Lyrics: "Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"The most dangerous MC is…"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"The most dangerous MC is…"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"The most dangerous MC is…"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"The most dangerous MC is…"
"Me number one, and you know where me from"


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The protagonist in this song is expressing frustration about the misunderstanding and lack of respect from others in their life. They feel like they are constantly having to prove themselves and are tired of people not understanding their true intentions and motivations. They also mention the four devils of lust, envy, hate, and jealousy, implying that these negative emotions are causing problems in their relationships with others. [/INST]

Lyrics: This is what.. this what they want, huh?
This is what it's all about, word
Time to take affirmative action, son
They just don't understand, you know what I mean?
Niggas comin' sideways, thinkin' stuff is sweet, man
You know what I mean?
Niggas don't understand the four devils:
Lust, envy, hate, jealousy
Wicked niggas, man


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A song about believing in oneself and working hard to achieve their goals. [/INST]

Lyrics: I know I can
Be what I wanna be
If I work hard at it
I'll be where I wanna be
I know I can (I know I can)
Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be)
If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it)
I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)


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Create a song about the importance of protecting and preserving music culture for future generations. [/INST]

Lyrics: Save the music, y'all
Save the music, y'all
Save the music, y'all
Save the music, y'all
Save the music


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Reflecting on the experiences and responsibilities of being a father with a daughter, and the impact it has on their relationship and life choices. [/INST]

Lyrics: For my brothers with daughters, I call this
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
For my brothers with daughters


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A single father's struggle to find the perfect partner for his daughter, while also understanding the challenges of raising a girl and the protective instincts he has for her. [/INST]

Lyrics: And I ain't tryin' to mess your thing up
But I just wanna see you dream up
I finally understand
It ain't easy to raise a girl as a single man
Nah, the way mothers feel for they sons
How fathers feel for they daughters
When he date, he straight, chip off his own papa
When she date, we wait behind the door with a sawed-off
‘Cause we think no one is good enough for our daughters
Love


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The narrator in the song is reminiscing about a time when they shared a connection with someone, but now feels lost and alone. They wonder where this person has gone and contemplate their own memories involving the color red and cherry. [/INST]

Lyrics: Where is he, the man who was just like me?
I heard he was hidin' somewhere I can't see
Where is he, the man who was just like me?
Heard he was hidin' somewhere I can't see
And I'm alone, and I realize that when I get home
I wanna go through my red and my cherry
Yes, I'm alone, and I realize when I get home
I wanna go through my red and my cherry


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Imagine a lively gathering at a friend's house where cherry wine is being shared. The atmosphere is positive and everyone is enjoying themselves. The main character is feeling nostalgic, reminiscing about someone they used to know who was similar to them. They are also feeling a bit introspective about their own life and the desire to revisit certain memories. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, yeah, let’s pour some cherry wine
Everything’s good, everything’s fine
Yeah, yeah, we bring it every time
Yeah, pour a little cherry wine
Yeah, hey yo, Salaam
Yeah, I think they know the time
Everything’s good, everything’s fine
Yeah, pour a little cherry wine, yeah
Life is good, life is good, yeah
Life is good, no matter what, life is good
Life is good, life is good, yeah
No matter what, life is good
Where is he, the man who was just like me?
I heard he was hidin' somewhere I can't see
Where is he, the man who was just like me?
Heard he was hidin' somewhere I can't see
And I'm alone, and I realize that when I get home
I wanna go through my red and my cherry
Yes, I'm alone, and I realize when I get home
I wanna go through my red and my cherry


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A song that talks about the contrasting themes of life and death, the birth of a baby and the murder of a man, and the meaning behind the artist's name in the context of their rap career. [/INST]

Lyrics: Freedom or jail, clips inserted
A baby's bein' born same time a man is murdered
The beginning and end, as far as rap goes
It's only natural, I explain my plateau
And also what defines my name


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Pay homage to the influential figures in hip-hop who have shaped the culture and inspired the artist to pursue their passion for the art form. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, long live the idols, may they never be your rivals
Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible
Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin
No I.D. my mentor now let the story begin


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In this song, the artist is comparing two famous rappers to biblical figures and paying tribute to their impact on his own career. He is also referring to the themes of glory and sin often found in their music, and concludes by acknowledging the mentorship he received from another well-known rapper. [/INST]

Lyrics: Long live the idols, may they never be your rivals
Slick Rick was like Jesus, G Rap wrote the Bible
Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin
Large Professor's my mentor, that's how the story end


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A song about the return of a powerful and influential figure who has been away for a long time, feeling the intensity of their life choices and embracing their identity, with a call to action for the listeners to join and support them in their journey. [/INST]

Lyrics: Escobar Season has returned
It's been a long time, been a long time comin'
It's life or death for me now
But you know, there's no turnin' back now
This is what makes me, this is what I am
Feel me? Let's go


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Create a song that empowers listeners not to let negativity stop them from pursuing their goals, emphasizing the importance of perseverance and self-belief. [/INST]

Lyrics: You can hate me now (Q.B.)
But I won't stop now (Real niggas)
'Cause I can't stop now (Bravehearts)
You can hate me now (C'mon)
But I won't stop now (Uh)
'Cause I can't stop now
You can hate me now
You can hate me now


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A heated confrontation between two individuals, where one person feels the other doesn't care, and they both express their hate and anger towards each other. [/INST]

Lyrics: Well, you hate me, I'm gon' hate you too
It's as simple as that
Die motherfucker, die motherfucker, die!
You don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
Go down any way you want it to go down
You might also like
Do it now
Weak, jealous motherfuckers!
Do it now, do it now


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Imagine a rapper who is constantly being judged and criticized for their success, but continues to thrive and excel in their career. They have a strong presence in the music industry and have achieved numerous accolades, including a Pulitzer Prize for their work. Despite their success, the rapper still faces haters who wish to see them fail or even imprisoned. The rapper embraces their critics and challenges them to continue to succeed, even after facing adversity. [/INST]

Lyrics: Don't hate me, hate the money I see (Yeah), clothes that I buy (Uh-huh)
Ice that I wear, flows that I try (C'mon)
Close your eyes (That's right), picture me rollin', Sixes, money foldin'
Bitches, honeys that swollen to riches, Nas get in ya
Most critically acclaimed Pulitzer Prize winner
Best storyteller, thug narrator, my style's greater (You the best, that's right)
Model dater, big threat to a lot of you haters (Haha)
Commentators ringside try watchin' my paper (Watch this)
Almost a decade, quite impressive
Most of the best is in the essence for this rap shit that I stand for
Expandin' more to the big screen, Bill Gates dreams
But it seems you'd rather see me in jail with state greens (Hah, picture that)
Want me off the scene fast, but good things last
Like your favorite MC still makin' some mean cash
First rapper to bring a platinum plaque back to the projects
But you still wanna hate, be my guest, I suggest


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A wealthy rapper expresses their determination to continue succeeding in their career despite others' hatred. [/INST]

Lyrics: Money is power, motherfucker!
I got millions of thugs on salary
Do it now!
You can hate me now (I won't stop)
But I won't stop now (I can't stop)
'Cause I can't stop now (Now) (You can hate me)
You can hate me now (Do it now) (I hate you too)
But I won't stop now (C'mon) (You can hate me now)
'Cause I can't stop now (C'mon)
You can hate me now (Do it now) (You can hate me now)
You can hate me now


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Despite the opposition, a relentless individual is determined to keep pushing forward and is prepared for the dislike that may come their way. [/INST]

Lyrics: You can hate me now (I won't stop)
But I won't stop now (Now) (I can't stop)
'Cause I can't stop now (Do it now) (You can hate me)
You can hate me now (C'mon) (I hate you too)
But I won't stop now (Uh) (You can hate me now)
'Cause I can't stop now (Uh, uh)
You can hate me now (Do it now) (You can hate me now)
You can hate me now (Do it now)


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Write lyrics about the thin line between success and failure, friends and enemies, and the challenges one faces in the journey to the top. [/INST]

Lyrics: It's a thin line between paper and hate
Friends and snakes, nine milli's and thirty-eights
Hell or the Pearly Gates; I was destined to come
Predicted, blame God, he blew breath in my lungs
Second to none, wicked turn wives to widows (Yeah)
Shoot through satin pillows, the desolate one (Right)
Took a little time to claim my spot
Jammin' up the border to this game stop, and I side with the Lord (Uh)
Ride for the cause while drivin' niggas shot at my doors (That's right)
Plottin' I'm sure, to catch me with they Glocks to my jaws
Tried stickin' me up, but I flipped on these ducks (You tried?)
Instead of me, ambulances were pickin' 'em up (That's what you hate)
Niggas fear what they don't understand
Hate what they can't conquer, guess it's just inferior man
Became a monster, on top of the world, never fallin'
I'm as real as they come, from day one, forever ballin', c'mon!


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A confident rapper boasts about their unique style and unmatched skills, knowing they've set themselves apart from anyone else in the game. [/INST]

Lyrics: (Yeah) (It won't stop)
You ain't never seen a nigga like me (It won't stop) ever in your life (You can hate me) (Never!)
And that's what you can't understand!


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The protagonist is determined to pursue their goals despite the haters and naysayers, using the word "hate" to convey the intensity of their drive and ambition. [/INST]

Lyrics: You can hate me now (C'mon) (I won't stop)
But I won't stop now (I can't stop)
'Cause I can't stop now (Do it now, do it now) (You can hate me)
You can hate me now (Do it now, do it now, niggas) (I hate you too)
But I won't stop now (C'mon) (You can hate me now)
'Cause I can't stop now (Hate me now)
You can hate me now (You can hate me now) (Hate me now)
You can hate me now (You can hate me now) (C'mon, niggas!)


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A song about perseverance and self-confidence in the face of adversity. [/INST]

Lyrics: You can hate me now (C'mon, niggas!) (You can hate me now)
But I won't stop now (Do it now! Get this shit over with!)
(I won't stop now)
It ain't gon' never stop, niggas! (It can't stop...)


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Rap about the power and wisdom of being self-sufficient, like growing roses from your own garden, and emphasize the importance of staying true to yourself and not believing everything you hear, using references to famous artists and their works. [/INST]

Lyrics: Bucket on low like Erick and Parrish
Closed casket flow, all you niggas get deaded
They don't give you one single rose while you can smell it
So I pick from my own garden (Garden)
Wanna go out in my garden like Godfather
Grandkids and a Rottweiler got over the block trauma (Yeah, trauma)
So what you sayin', nigga? You gots to chill (Uh-huh)
Thinkin' you the truth, really you not for real (EPMD!)
Back to back with it, the hardest shit of the year (Nasir Jones, remix)


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Create a song about a group returning to their roots in the music industry, determined to prove their worth and improve the lives of their fans, while addressing societal and political issues. [/INST]

Lyrics: EPMD, we back in business
Ain't nobody fuckin' with us, come to your senses (Uh)
P is the second comin' of God, somеthin' to witness
Piece of shit, fly on your hеad like Mike Pence's, we in the trenches
I'm mad, better yet, I'm on a rampage
My people can't even get minimum wage
Fuck a stimulus (Uh), give me some interest (Uh)
Give me a loan (Oh), give me a home
Give me that land you owe me so I can roam
So when you trespass, blaow, one in your dome
Best wishes, ghost 'em like he Tommy
Ain't worried 'bout nothing 'cause Hit Squad behind me
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EPMD, we back in business
I visualize what it is, not what it isn't
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin Stars, countin' a million


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Describe a popular figure in the community who provides hope and inspiration through music, especially for those living in challenging circumstances. [/INST]

Lyrics: He's the heartbeat of the people
The ghetto people, and when I say ghetto people
The people who cannot afford to go to big concert
Some of these people do not even have TV, so they can't afford cable
Some of them can afford a radio
So the only thing they can listen to is the music
People the ghetto, people from the projects, street people
Hortical ghetto youth who know what it is to sing about suffering and reality


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A woman from New York gains popularity in her community, causing jealousy from others. [/INST]

Lyrics: New York girl, dem a mad over we
New York girl, dem a mad over we
New York girl, dem a mad over we
New York girl, dem a mad over we


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Write a song about dancing in New York City with a catchy rhythm and repetitive chorus. [/INST]

Lyrics: Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don, dance
Inna New York City-city, New York City-city (YEAH!)
(YEAH!) New York City-city, New York City-city


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Create a song that showcases the following:
- Love for army jackets
- Lyrics about past experiences and influences
- Representation of Queens
- Achievements in the music industry
- Disdain for drugs and leaning
- Celebratory mentions of wealth and relationships
- Reference to iconic figures and beats from the past [/INST]

Lyrics: Army jacket swag, army jacket green and black
With the square top pocket that snaps, where the gas at?
Pass that, not you, you hold cracks in your ass crack
I never did that, my sock's where my stash was at
Yo, I used to listen to that Red Alert and Rap Attack
I fell in love with all that poetry I mastered that
Cutting school where Preme team and Fat Cat was at
Future not crystal clear yet, Baccarat
Now I'm the one who repping Queens
Way beyond your wildest dreams
Bottles on bottles with sparklers surround my team
That long cash get the baddest bitches out they jeans
Twenty years in this game, looking seventeen
I don't lean: no codeine, promethazine
I just blow green, pick which bitch to bless the king
Although he’s on to another chapter
Heavy D gave this beat to Salaam for me to rap to, raaaahhh


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Create a song that describes life in New York City, the challenges faced, and the experiences of someone trying to make it big while navigating the city's streets and dealing with its dangers and temptations. [/INST]

Lyrics: Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don, dance
Inna New York City-city, New York City-city
New York City-city, New York City-city
Yeah, yeah
New York is like an Island, a big Rikers Island
The cops be out wilding, all I hear is sirens
It's all about surviving, same old two-step
Try to stay alive when they be out robbing
I been out rhyming since born knowledge
Like prophet Muhammad said the ink from a scholar
Worth more than the blood of a martyr, so I'ma
Keep it on 'til I see a billion dollars
Keep your friends close and your enemies closer
Love model chocha, mami pop it like she 'pose to
Eyes red shot like I'm never sober
Big time smoker, Indonesian doja
Mini me's you can hold up
Before you end up wet up from my soldier
Don shit, under fire I remain on some calm shit
This for every ghetto in the hood
Nas the Don, Super Cat the Don Dada, understood


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Imagine a catchy song celebrating the vibrant and diverse culture of New York City, with a focus on its people, music, and nightlife. [/INST]

Lyrics: Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don, dance
Inna New York City-city, New York City-city
New York City-city, New York City-city, New York...


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Reflect on the uniqueness of individuals and their journey through life, highlighting personal growth and the importance of not conforming to societal norms. [/INST]

Lyrics: You'll live, and you'll learn
See 'cause you've never been the same as anyone else
Don't think the same as everyone else
You'll love, and you'll learn
See you'll never conclude with anyone else
Don't think the same as everyone else


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Imagine a situation where a person has the power to change everything, even if they only had one wish or wish to have everything in the world. [/INST]

Lyrics: If I had everything, everything
I could change anything
If I changed anything, I mean anything
I would change everything, oh yeah


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A song about a dark-skinned individual finding strength and acceptance in their unique identity, embracing their scars, and encouraging self-love. The lyrics emphasize the importance of being true to oneself and not conforming to societal norms. [/INST]

Lyrics: Dark boy, don't you cry
There's too much life left in those eyes
Don't you let that face go waterfall
Don't you learn to love your scars and all?
Dark boy, don't you die
They're just human, let them lie
You just know your world and speak your truth
Let them come to you
For you'll love, in your heart
See 'cause you've never been the same as anyone else
Don't think the same as everyone else
This is your call, there are no wrongs
See you'll never conclude with anyone else
Don't think the same as everyone else
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If I had everything, everything
I could change anything, I could change anything
If I changed anything, I mean anything
I would change everything, oh yeah


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The pressure to succeed in the modern world has led to self-destructive behaviors and a loss of traditional values, causing chaos and confusion. In the midst of this chaos, the protagonist is determined to rise above the negativity and pursue their own path towards enlightenment and self-discovery. [/INST]

Lyrics: When the media slings mud, we use it to build huts
Irrefutable facts, merciful, beautiful black beloved brother
You fail to embarrass him, harassin' him
To my life, your life pales in comparison
So go write whatever blog, messiness is not ever the God
Do what's necessary, I'm never worried
Listen vultures, I've been shackled by Western culture
You convinced most of my people to live off emotion
That's why we competin', death by the chrome barrel
Forgot the secrets, my Kilimanjaro bone marrow's the deepest
You can peep at the comments, but don't fall for that
We want freedom, I'm a scholar; an almanac
People do anything to be involved in everything
Inclusion is a hell of a drug
Some people have everything they probably ever wanted in life
And never have enough


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Imagine a world where everyone has everything they desire, and they could change anything they want. This hypothetical world would force people to confront suffering and pain, as well as the responsibility they have as parents to protect their children. The individual grows up and meets powerful people, but also faces the consequences of capitalism and social injustice. Throughout their journey, they question the systems they live in and challenge the status quo, even if it means taking a stand against the very institutions that have shaped their lives. [/INST]

Lyrics: If I had everything, everything
I could change anything
If I changed anything, I mean anything
I would change everything, oh yeah
From the birth of a child, the world is foul
Excursions of a searchin' child
Should learn to take nothin' personal
A parent hates to watch his baby's face
Takin' his first immunization shots, but this is great
The child's introduction to suffering and pain
Understands without words, nothin' is explained
Or rushed to the brain, lookin' up at his parents' face
Like, "I thought you would protect me from this scary place?"
"Why'd you let them inject me?"
"Who's gonna know how these side effects is gonna affect me?"
Who knew I would grow to meet presidents that respect me?
If Starbucks is bought by Nestlé, please don't arrest me
I need to use your restroom and I ain't buy no espresso
Soon enough, assume the cuffs, the position
Not new to us, since back on the bus sittin'
Said, "Screw that bus!" – boycotted that bus outta business
The future's us, yet every citizen's in prison


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Reflect on the uniqueness of an individual's thoughts and experiences, emphasizing the importance of self-discovery and embracing one's own perspective. [/INST]

Lyrics: You'll live, and you'll learn
See 'cause you've never been the same anyone else
Don't think the same as everyone else
You'll live, and you'll learn
See you'll never conclude with anyone else
Don't think the same as everyone else


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Think about the power of having everything and being able to change anything in life. [/INST]

Lyrics: If I had everything, everything
I could change anything
If I changed anything, I mean anything
I would change everything, oh yeah


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A song about a dark-skinned individual, emphasizing the importance of embracing one's scars, being true to oneself, and not conforming to societal expectations. [/INST]

Lyrics: Dark boy, don't you cry
There's too much life left in those eyes
Don't you let that face go waterfall
Don't you learn to love your scars and all
Dark boy, don't you die
They're just human, let them lie
You just know your world and speak your truth
And let them come to you
For you'll love, in your heart
See 'cause you've never been the same as anyone else
Don't think the same as everyone else
This is your call, there are no wrongs
See you'll never conclude with anyone else
Don't think the same as everyone else


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Title: Illmatic

In this song, the artist expresses their excitement and pride about a project or idea they refer to as "Illmatic." They repeatedly mention the name in a playful and enthusiastic tone, emphasizing the importance and uniqueness of the subject. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, it's Illmatic (Yeah)
Uh, it's Illmatic (Yeah)
It's Illmatic (Haha, haha, check it, uh)


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Write a song lyric that encourages the listener to be more open-minded and creative, while addressing a friend (in this case, Nas) to join in delivering a powerful and impactful verse. [/INST]

Lyrics: One time for your mind, one time (Yeah, whatever)
One time for your mind, one time (Yo, whatever)
One time for your mind, one time
Ayo, Nas (What up, pah?) kick that fuckin' rhyme (Check it out!)


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Imagine a rapper asking a fellow MC to perform a new verse for a song, emphasizing that they need to deliver something exciting and fresh for the listeners in the projects, using slang and colloquial expressions. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, that shit was crazy phat, pah, know what I’m sayin'?
But check it, you got another verse for me
I want you to kick it, you know what I'm sayin'?
Kick that shit for the projects, know what I'm sayin'?


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A song about confronting those who disrespect you, showcasing your street credibility, and attracting women who appreciate both thug and intellectual qualities. [/INST]

Lyrics: I see niggas runnin', yo, my mood is real rude
I lay you out, show you what steel do
Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges
Every invitation to fight ya punk azzes,,
Like Pun said "you ain't even in mi clasa"
Maybach Benz, back seat, TV plasma
Ladies lookin' for athletes or rappers
Whatever you choose, whatever you do
Make sure he a thug and intelligent too
Like a real thoroughbred is
Show me love, let me feel how the head is
Females who's the sexiest is always the nastiest


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The protagonist, who is a confident and stylish individual, finds themselves in a unique position of power. They are prepared to use their charm and charisma to take control and assert their dominance, while also suggesting they have backup support. [/INST]

Lyrics: And I like a little sassiness
A lot of class; Mami, reach in your bag, pass the fifth
I'm a leader at last, this a don you with
My 9's will spit, niggas lose consciousness


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You're a rapper expressing your passion for music and dissatisfaction with people who don't take their lives seriously. You're rapping about your skills and dedication to your craft, and you're challenging others to step up their game and embrace their potential. [/INST]

Lyrics: Street's disciple, my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split
Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was 12, I went to…
And you're sitting at home doing this shit
I should be earning a medal for this
Stop fuckin' around and be a man
There ain't nothin' out here for you


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A disgruntled listener questions the quality of music played on the radio, asking the legendary rapper Nas for advice on how to enjoy it. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yo, Nas, yo, what the fuck is this bullshit on the radio, son?
You might also like
Chill, chill! That's the shit, God, chill


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A group of friends gather in a luxurious car, reminiscing about their recent success and financial achievements. They discuss their financial gains and the influence they have gained in their community. [/INST]

Lyrics: Ayo, yo, pull down the shade, man
Let's count this money, nigga
Ayo, Nas, put the Jacksons and the Grants over there!
You know what I'm sayin'?
‘Cause we spendin' the Jacksons
You know how we get down, baby


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A rapper expressing frustration with the current state of the music industry and the artists who lack authenticity, urging for a reminder of the reality faced by many in the projects, while also highlighting the importance of staying true to oneself. [/INST]

Lyrics: Nas, yo, Nas, man
Shit is mad real right now in the projects
For a nigga, yo, word to mother
All them crab-ass rappers be comin' up to me
Man, word to mother, man
I think we need to let them niggas know it's real, man


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A singer is discussing their music career and the authenticity of their work, mentioning that they've achieved success without a record contract. [/INST]

Lyrics: True indeed, knamsayin'?
But when it's real you doin' this
Even without a record contract, knamsayin'?
No question


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A song about staying true to one's roots, while also chasing the pursuit of material wealth and success. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm sayin' regardless how it go down we gon' keep it real
We tryin' to see many mansions and Coupes, kid


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A friend's anticipation for the arrival of two well-known figures in their crew, expressing concern that it's taking longer than expected. [/INST]

Lyrics: Ayo, where's Grand Wizard and Mayo at, man?
Takin' niggas a long time, man


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A friend is playfully warning another about their fake gun and the risk it poses, asking them to stop waving it and remove the clip. [/INST]

Lyrics: Ayo, dunn
C'mon, c'mon, man, stop wavin' that, man!
Stop pointin' that at me, dunn, take the clip out!


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The scene is set in a crowded rap battle, with two contestants facing off in a high-stakes competition. The first competitor, known for his smooth rap style, is pouring Hennessy into a glass, while the second contestant is focused on his opponent, removing the clip from his gun as a symbol of strength and readiness. [/INST]

Lyrics: Nigga, alright, but take this Hennessy, man!
I'm sayin' take the clip, man, c'mon, take it out!


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Celebrate the tradition of smoking Phillies cigars among friends and encourage proper handling to avoid burning them. [/INST]

Lyrics: Light them Phillies up, man!
Niggas stop fuckin' burnin' Phillies, man
Light some Phillies up then!


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Imagine a rapper passionately expressing their frustration with people not understanding their message and their pride in representing a classic album in their music. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm saying, man, you know what I'm saying?
Niggas don't listen, man
Representin', it's Illmatic


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A young man navigates the challenges of life in a difficult environment, drawing upon the wisdom and strength of his ancestors to overcome obstacles and find his own path. [/INST]

Lyrics: The ghetto Othello, the Moor
Oh my God, they speak venomous on the boy
Oh my Lord, my enemy is fear, and I'm sure
Oh my God, they want the end of me 'cause I'm pure
Oh my Lord, discipline for the win, I just go for it
It's a trend for these men to die on their own sword
Journey far, learn who you can be
But you can learn who you are when you around family
Chip off the shoulders of soldiers, on they grizzle
My granddaddy Mack Little married Nannie Little
They passed down wisdom, blessings were given
Pray my sins don't get passed to my children
I made a killin', I'm alive like the morning star
Court Jordan's for the price on stock, so what the Hornets are?
I need evaluations, I'm savvy, y'all
Eatin' foie gras and caviar, listen


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Reflecting on the innocence and simplicity of early human life, a song encourages the importance of staying true to one's roots and maintaining a connection to the source of knowledge and wisdom. [/INST]

Lyrics: Adam and Eve
Don't fall too far from the apple tree, ayy
Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve
Don't fall too far from the apple tree, apple tree


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A person expressing their satisfaction with their current situation and the choices they have made. [/INST]

Lyrics: I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that


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Describe various neighborhoods and members associated with each, representing different areas of the country and the world. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, Capone-N-Noreaga
Yeah, yo, official Queensbridge murderers
Mobb Deep keep it real, though
Motherfuckin' AZ, yo
'Mega, 'Mega, whatever
Scarlett O'Hara, Fox Boogie
East New York
Yambo, Brownsville
Wizard, Far Rockaway
Big Bo, Jersey
Connecticut, DC, Sudan
VA, NC, LA
So on and so on
Big Ha, Houston Fifth Ward
Black Ed, keep it real, Moe


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A song about a failed marriage, addressing the reasons for the separation and the pain it has caused, while acknowledging the past and moving forward with newfound freedom and determination to do better. [/INST]

Lyrics: Bye baby, I guess you knew why I walked away
When we walked to the altar, that was an awesome day
Did counselling, couldn't force me to stay
Something happened when you say I do, we go astray
Why did we mess it up? We was friends, we had it all
Reason you don't trust men, that was your daddy fault
He in the grave – let it go, he no longer living
Said you caught him cheating with mom, fucking other women
Fuck that gotta do with us? Here's the keys to the newest truck
Birkin bags, we burning cash, now baby, do it up
No matter who you fuck, that was before me
Wanted you as my shorty since I saw you screaming
"Hate you so much right now"
Should've saw the meaning, angry black women
Actions of a demon, I'm leaving


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A heartbroken person is realizing they have to say goodbye to their lover, who they feel has ruined a good thing between them. They want their keys and love back, but they know this is their final farewell. [/INST]

Lyrics: (Bye baby) Baby.. baby
You know I'm saying bye-bye (Bye-bye baby)
I can't believe that this is happening to us
'Cause I'm saying bye-bye (Bye baby)
I guess you just knew and blew a good thing
You know I'm saying bye-bye
I guess you just knew and blew a good thing, baby
Gimme the key back, baby
I want your love back, baby, oh
Gimme the key back, baby, oh
'Til we make love just one more time
Make it seem forever
This is our last and final goodbye
Goodbye


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Discuss the cycle of conflict and division in society, emphasizing the need for unity and change in order to progress. [/INST]

Lyrics: All I really gotta say is that
If that's how our people gon' get down, how we ever gon' get up?
How we ever gon' get up if that's how we get down?
A shame when you really look at it
My folk against your folk, but we all kinfolk
Somebody got to make a change


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A song reflecting on the current state of the music industry and the return of a more authentic, candid approach, while addressing the fear and pressure that artists face in the age of social media and public scrutiny. [/INST]

Lyrics: Escobar season begins
Ayo, we ain't posin' for no pictures in 2018
Candid shit only
Scared motherfuckers


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In a world where street dreams are made of luxury cars, drug dealing is a common occurrence, and people seek validation from those with wealth, what are the consequences and aspirations of those involved in this lifestyle? [/INST]

Lyrics: Street dreams are made of these
Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key
Everybody's looking for something
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees for niggas with big cheese
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's looking for something


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Input:
A person struggling against difficult circumstances finds solace in writing as a means of escape and self-expression. [/INST]

Lyrics: ("I wrote my way out")
When the world turned its back on me
I was up against the wall
I had no foundation
No friends and no family to catch my fall
Runnin' on empty, th'was nothin' left in me but doubt
I picked up a pen and "I wrote my way—" out


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A rapper, inspired by Alexander Hamilton's story, uses the power of words to escape their difficult circumstances and rise above their current situation. [/INST]

Lyrics: "—picked up the pen like Hamilton"
"I wrote my way out of the pro—"
"—wrote—"
"—wrote my way out of the projects"
"—pick—"
"—picked up the pen like Hamilton"
"I wrote my way out of the—"
"—wrote—"
"—wrote my way out of the—"
("I wrote my way—")
"—picked up the pen like Hamilton"
"I wrote my way out of the pro—"
"—wrote—"
"—wrote my way out of the projects"
("I wrote my way out")


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A young rapper, inspired by the lack of representation in the music industry, seeks to use their voice to tell the authentic story of their neighborhood and be a voice for their community. [/INST]

Lyrics: "Really, I saw, like, a hole in the rap game, so, if I wanted to put my little two cents in the game, then it would be from a different perspective."
("I wrote my way out")
"I thought that I would represent for my neighborhood and tell their story, be their voice, in a way that nobody has done it. Tell the real story."


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A famous rapper is preparing to perform for his fans in his hometown, excitedly sharing that he has brought luxury items such as a fine cognac and high-quality cigars for the audience to enjoy. [/INST]

Lyrics: (Y'all ready for Nas?
Queensbridge, y'all ready to see Nasty Nas?
Uh huh, they ready)
Yeah, word
Got some Rémy Martin
And some good-ass cigars, check it out


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A song about a confident and successful rapper who grew up hustling and has now made it big in the industry. The lyrics discuss the rapper's relationships with other successful individuals, their fashion choices, and their opinions on the fake personas and exaggerated stories in the world of entertainment. [/INST]

Lyrics: For the hustlers, thick as yellow bitches for the suck of it
Got a bunch of niggas in prison braggin'
Saying, "It was Nas I used to hustle with"
I display fashions while my lungs engage hashish
Guns on my waist, past this
Since I'm cakin' up, put funds in my safe, laughin'
And joinin' the blunt passin' you niggas was straight assin'
Excuse the vulgarity, I'm still not fully adjusted
Or used to the new fans hearin' me spit rapidly
I never see the whips niggas be claimin' they drivin'
I guess entertainment means blatantly lyin'
Fake it 'til you make it, I've driven those toys
Been in them wars, in the streets, cops kickin' in doors
For my team, nigga, your flow cheap as limousine liquor
I’m no fake rap CD listener, sit back and roll a mean swisher
For my G's, tell these clowns make room for the king, nigga


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Describe a childhood experience where police were a constant presence in the neighborhood, and how it affected the daily activities of the youth. [/INST]

Lyrics: The cops used to come around in my neighborhood
"Alright, you kids, stop having so much fun, move along!"
Oh they'd arrest me, you know, especially at night
They had a curfew, niggas had to be home at 11, negros, 12
And you'd be trying to get home, doing your crew runs
And they'd always catch you out in front of a store or something
'Cause you'd be taking shortcuts, right
Cops, "Ree, put your hands up, black boy!"


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A song about a recurring and tragic event involving police officers and a young person. [/INST]

Lyrics: The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
The cops shot the kid


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A character waking up and realizing they have a weapon in their possession. [/INST]

Lyrics: Woke up this mornin' (Yeah)
You got yourself a gun (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yourself a gun


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Imagine a song where the lyrics describe the challenges and dangers of living in a rough neighborhood, where violence is a constant threat and having a gun for protection is essential. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines, so
I got mine, I hope you got yourself a gun
You from the hood, I hope you got yourself a gun
You want beef? Hope you got yourself a gun
And when I see you, I'ma take what I want, so
You tried to front, hope you got yourself a gun
You ain't real, hope you got yourself a gun


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In a world filled with threats and dangers, it's better to be prepared with a reliable weapon, especially when dealing with untrustworthy individuals. [/INST]

Lyrics: Got yourself a gun (Uh)
I got mine, I hope you got yourself a gun
You from the hood, I hope you got yourself a gun
You want beef? Hope you got yourself a gun
And when I see you, I'ma take what I want, so
You tried to front, hope you got yourself a gun
You ain't real, hope you got yourself a gun


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A plea for the subject to remain, while the singer expresses an unspoken longing for their presence. [/INST]

Lyrics: (Staaaaaaaay...) Oooh-oooh-ooooh-ooooooh
Oooh-oooh-ooooooh, ooh-ooooh...
Staaaaaaaay... Oooh-oooh-ooooh-ooooooh
Oooh-oooh-ooooooh, ooooh-ooh-oh...


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Write a song about growing up in a low-income household, navigating the challenges of poverty and adolescence, and the desire to rise above it all. [/INST]

Lyrics: PS 111 had free lunch
Embarrassed but managed to get a plate...
We was kids hungry
Mom's working, I was famished
She getting home late...
So I decided now I'm in charge
Either stay full or starve
Corner store like "Mister, spare-a-quarter"
Before Air Jordans, Kareem Abdul-Jabbars
Trying to cop quarters and trying to move that hard
Roll with a shooting squad
How could I not succumb? How could I not partake?
Fifteen, I got a gun
Sixteen, I robbed a train
Licked off a shot for fun
What's got inside my brain?
A hustler's job ain't done, til he becomes a king
But I'm a righteous son, despite I'm in the midst of
Dudes who switch up and change
They wanna carry me like I'm some kind of lame
I never let them though, I just forgive them though
Either that or the pistol blow
You might also like
"Say YEAH!
Haha, thank ya!
Ahhh, Hallelujah!
Y'all don't hear me now! Somebody help me!"


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Describe the journey from poverty to success, highlighting the changes in lifestyle and the impact of influence from legendary figures. Mention the desire to empower and educate a large group of people. [/INST]

Lyrics: I remember early mornings, syrup sandwiches, sugar water, yeah
Walking up the dark stairwells, elevators was out of order, yeah
Worth two hundred million now
Bicentennial nigga, flat screens and condominiums
Brazilian women on Xannies they pulling off panties
I'm pushing forty, she only twenty-one
Don't applaud me, I'm exhausted G
Me and my red cup, my blunt and my red cup
Y'all wouldn't know me without one, I keep a fresh cut
Remember talking to Biggie inside his Lex truck
Said stay fly when you bummy, keep your pajamas Armani
Hood forever, I just act like I'm civilized
Really what's in my mind is organizing a billion Black motherfuckers
To take over J.P. and Morgan, Goldman and Sachs
And teach the world facts and give Saudi they oil back


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Song about a controversial figure, with themes of love, betrayal, fame, and redemption through self-expression and music. [/INST]

Lyrics: "Say YEAH!
Haha, thank ya!
Ahhh, Hallelujah!
Y'all don't hear me now! Somebody help me!"
1990's Polo Ralph Lauren on him
Gone a few years, the whole world snoring on him
Girls all up on him
I spread em, hit 'em and dead 'em
She says, third leg from a legend is sheer heaven
She says, it is the greatest loving
The tales you hear is the truth on me
Who wasn't the most faithful husband
Reveal my life, you will forgive me
You will love me, hate me, judge me, relate to me
Only a few will, this how it sounds when you're too real
They think it's just music still
Well I am a graphic classic song composer
Music notes on sheets, I wrote this piece to get closure
Some of y'all might know Kelis, this goes to her with love
Also goes to y'all, let's see
The craziest things already happened to me
So either you'll be laughing at me or you're laughing with me, ha


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A song where the singer is expressing gratitude, surprise, and excitement, while also seeking help or understanding from the audience. [/INST]

Lyrics: "Say YEAH!
Haha, thank ya!
Ahhh, Hallelujah!
Y'all don't hear me now! Somebody help me!"


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A rapper is reflecting on their life and journey, acknowledging the challenges they've faced and the tough choices they've had to make. They express gratitude for their faith and the support of their community, and embrace their role as a real, living example of resilience and strength. [/INST]

Lyrics: Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
He's just nice, he just slice like a Ginsu
Look at the life that I've been through
I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
He's just nice, he just slice like a Ginsu
Look at the life that I've been through (uhh)
I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official


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Imagine a song that talks about the various elements of hip-hop culture, focusing on its impact on different regions and how it has evolved over time. [/INST]

Lyrics: Hip hop, hip hop (Ugh!) is dead
(Had to flip this track again, y'all!)
Hip, hip hop, hip hop (Ugh!) is dead
Hip, hip hop (Ugh!)
Hip, hip hop is dead (NYC! Dirty South!)
Hip, hip hop (West Coast!)
Hip hop (Midwest!)
Hip hop (Let's go!)


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In a world where hip hop is a metaphor for life itself, what would one do if it was on the verge of dying? The speaker is determined to preserve and protect the essence of hip hop, and will do whatever it takes to ensure its survival. [/INST]

Lyrics: If hip hop should die before I wake
I'll put an extended clip and body 'em all day
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
If hip hop should die before I wake
I'll load an extended clip and body 'em all day
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
(Hip hop just died this morning
And she's dead, she's dead)


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Write a song about the transformation of hip-hop, reflecting on its early days and the current commercialized state, while paying tribute to those who have passed in the process. [/INST]

Lyrics: Everybody sound the same, commercialize the game
Reminiscing when it wasn't all business
It forgot where it started
So we all gather here for the dearly departed
Hip-hopper since a toddler
One homeboy became a man, then a mobster
If it dies, let me get my last swig of vodka
RIP, we'll donate your lungs to a rasta
Went from turntables to MP3's
From "Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D's
From gold cables to Jacobs
From plain facials to Botox and face lifts
I'm looking over my shoulder
It's about 80 people from my hood that showed up
And they came to show love
Sold out concert and the doors are closed shut


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A scene at a party where everyone is getting high, and the narrator is reminiscing about a past event involving Wiz Khalifa and a high-stakes card game. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yo, ugh, look, look, ugh, that's that bitch Wiz was fuckin' (Haha)
Damn, that's fucked up
Nigga, let's get high, nigga (Roll them dice, nigga, hurry up)
Highest to the sky, it's four hundred in here, nigga
What the fuck is you niggas talkin' 'bout, nigga?
One, one, one, all around the bar
Come on, let's get high, nigga, oh, shit, oh (Oh)
Four fifty-six, nigga, shut the fuck up
Fuck y'all niggas, run my fuckin' money (Run that back)
Run that back, man (Bust it back)
I gotta get high, man, you got weed? (Run that back)
Run it back? Alright, run it back, c'mon


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Input:
Create a song that captures the feeling of being a successful rapper from the streets, addressing the challenges faced by friends in the criminal justice system and the pressure to maintain the same energy while moving forward in life. [/INST]

Lyrics: The whole city is mine, prettiest Don
I don't like the way P. Diddy did Shyne with different lawyers
Why it's mentioned in my rhymes? Fuck it
It's just an intro, hate it or love it, like it, bump it or dump it
Write it, across the stomach spell "God's Son"
Life is like a jungle, black, it's like the habitat of Tarzan
Matter of fact, it's harder than most can imagine
Most of my niggas packed in correctional facilities
Half of them passed on, MAC strong, couple of shots
Made the ghost leave a body, now they hauntin' the block
Where they used to stand at, somebody's takin' they place
A younger man perhaps, hand slaps, can't understand that
Same walk, same talk, I wonder can that be possible?
A thug dies, another step inside his shoes
And they will hurt you, layin' low with a bottle
I'm blowin' circles, my state of mind purple


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Write a song about the harsh realities of life and the bonds formed in the face of adversity. [/INST]

Lyrics: It's like a cold story.. repeated over and over
In the winters of my mind, yeah
This shit be real, man..
Shit's crazy out here..
Yo yo, yo what up y'all?
That's my niggas over there, word


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The effects of drugs, education, medicine, religion, and violence in a person's life. [/INST]

Lyrics: Ayo, it's poison
Ecstasy, coke, you say it's love, it is poison
Schools where I learned, they should be burned, it is poison
Physicians prescriptin' us medicine which is poison
Doctors injectin' our infants with the poison
Religion misoverstood is poison
Niggas up in my hood be gettin' shot, given poison


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A narrator describes the struggles and challenges they face in their life, including violence in hospitals, the death of loved ones, and the negative impact of various industries and institutions on their well-being. They question the meaning of life and the role of different aspects of society, including fast food, religion, and education. The narrator ends by mentioning the importance of making good choices and the impact of misunderstood religion on their community. [/INST]

Lyrics: In hospitals, shots riddle the block
Little children and elderly women run for they lives
Drizzlin' rain come out the sky every time somebody dies
Must be out my fuckin' mind, what is this, the hundredth time?
Sendin' flowers to funerals, readin' "Rest In Peace"
You know, the usual, death comes in threes
"Life is short" is what some nigga said
Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did
And funny how these black-killer companies is makin' money off us
Fast food, Cola, soda, Skull and Bone crosses
You might also like
It's all poison
Ecstasy, coke, you say it's love, it is poison
Schools where I learned, they should be burned, it is poison
Physicians prescriptin' us medicine which is poison
Doctors injectin' our infants with the poison
Religion misoverstood is poison
Sisters up in my hood try to do good, given choices


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A song exploring societal pressures and self-destructive decisions that women make in order to fit into the expectations of society, specifically focusing on cosmetic changes, relationships, and the issues faced by women of different racial backgrounds. [/INST]

Lyrics: When pregnant, drop out of school or have abortions
Stop workin', hopin' that they find a man that will support them
Up late night, on they mother's cordless
Thinkin' a perm or bleachin' cream will make them better, when they gorgeous
White girls tannin', liposuction
Fake titties are implanted, fake lips, that's life destruction
Light-skinned women, bi-racial, hateful
Toward themselves, denyin' even they blood
I don't judge Tiger Woods, but I
Overstand the mental poison that's even worser than drugs


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Consider a song with themes of poison, negativity, and strength in the face of adversity. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yo, it's poison
Ecstasy, coke, you say it's love, it is poison
Schools where I learned, they should be burned, it is poison
Physicians prescriptin' us medicine which is poison
Doctors injectin' our infants with the poison
Religion misoverstood is poison
Radio and TV, poison
White Jesus, poison
And any thoughts of takin' me down is poison
Who want beef now? My heat shall anoint them, plaow
Never to worry
All the wrong-doers got it comin' back to 'em a thousand times over
Every dog has its day, and everything flips around
Even the most greatest nation in the world has it comin' back to 'em
Everybody reaps what they sows, that's how it goes
Innocent lives will be taken, it may get worse
But we'll get through it, y'all, be strong


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Imagine a song where a person is narrating the historical events involving the China-man, Pilgrims, and Indians, as well as their personal life, struggles, and aspirations. [/INST]

Lyrics: The China-man built the railroad
The Indians saved the Pilgrim
And in return, the Pilgrim killed 'em
They call it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday "Hell-day"
'Cause I'm from poverty, neglected by the wealthy
Me and my niggas share gifts e'ryday like Christmas
Slay bitches, and party e'ryday like this is the last
I'm with my heckles, connectin' and we hittin' the lab
This is my level, fuck if it get you mad


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Discuss the impact of using negative language and the consequences that come with it, specifically in the context of rappers and the influence they have on their audience. [/INST]

Lyrics: It's all poison
All of my words to enemies, it is poison
Rappers only talk about keys, it's all poison
How could you call yourself MC's? You ain't poison
Think about the kids you mislead with the poison
And any thoughts of takin' me down is all poison
Who want beef now? My heat shall anoint them, plaow
What goes around comes around, my nigga
And what goes up, it must come down, my nigga
The soldiers found below the ground, my nigga
Just hold it down, we older now, my nigga
What goes around comes around, my nigga
And what goes up, it must come down, my nigga
The soldiers found below the ground, my nigga (Uh)
Just hold it down, we older now, my nigga


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Reflecting on the cycle of life, karma, and the journey of a group of friends growing older together. [/INST]

Lyrics: What goes around comes around, my nigga
And what goes up, it must come down, my nigga
The soldiers found below the ground, my nigga
Just hold it down, we older now, my nigga
What goes around comes around, my nigga
And what goes up, it must come down, my nigga
The soldiers found below the ground, my nigga
Just hold it down, we older now, my nigga


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Input:
A man thought he could take down his rival but ended up missing him, only to inadvertently kill one of his friend's who happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. This unexpected tragedy leaves everyone questioning the motives of those involved. [/INST]

Lyrics: You cocked back
You thought you had it planned, you thought you had your man
He saw you coming, he ran when you tried to blast that man
Missed him by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of 'em pull through but one didn't, son's finished
You took the life of him
The part about it that's crazy, you was aight with him
Tight with him, why was he in the way?
Why was he standing next to the enemy that specific day?
His style never hollas loud, stays reclusive
Good dude, got that look like he always about to do shit
Side of his mouth toothpick, one eyebrow raised
Got into it with dude who still tried to live out his old wild out days
They never had no probs
Somehow they rubbed each other wrong like a bad massage
These two different personalities had to collide
Niggas could not aim and innocent niggas died
You ask why, 'cause of a


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A song that discusses the idea of an "accident murderer" who may have unintentionally killed someone, and how people on the streets perceive this person. [/INST]

Lyrics: Accident murderer, act like you killed on purpose
Liars brag, you put work in
You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin
Streets are full of 'em, read the bulletin
Accident murderer
You just an accident murderer
Accident murderer
Accident murderer, you just an accident murderer


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A song reflecting on the loss of friends and family to violence, questioning the motives and actions of those responsible, and considering the impact on the community and individuals left behind. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yo, for my nigga that got killed, got hit up
Vodka spills on the concrete, light a swisha, we miss ya
And for that girl who never made it home, shot in the dome
How they gon' kill that beautiful sister?
Violent adolescents, homicidal with weapons
Not a lot of knowledge inside of they minds, that I'm guessing
Tell me who you impressing
Shooters I knew them when they was babies, I used to test them
Make em throw up they hands, choke 'em out playing wrestling
Watch em grow to a man, I see them now they repping
But they cold-blooded, homie, wondering where the respect went
Can't play with these little niggas, gangsta little niggas
Can't hang with these little niggas, they're killing, they're reckless
Wish I could build with him, but will he change really?
Some real killers, I think of Wayne Perry
Think of my nigga Drawz, but you aren't a name to me
You ain't mean to kill him, it wasn't necessary


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A song about the complexities of urban life, exploring the thin line between self-defense and accidental killings in violent situations, as well as the judgement and assumptions made about those involved in such incidents. [/INST]

Lyrics: Accident murderer, act like you killed on purpose
Liars brag, you put work in
You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin
Streets are full of em, read the bulletin
Accident murderer
You just an accident murderer


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Input:
Imagine a train called "Loco-Motive" that has traveled through different cities and arrived at the 42nd Street Terminal, where people gather to celebrate its arrival. [/INST]

Lyrics: Oooooh-ooooh-oooooooh
42nd Street Terminal


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Write a song about a young person overcoming adversity, rising to the top, and maintaining their integrity despite challenges and setbacks. [/INST]

Lyrics: Uhh, uhh, uhh
At seventeen I made seventeen thousand living in public housing
Integrity intact, repping hard
They asking how he disappear and reappear back on top
Saying Nas must have naked pictures of God or something
To keep winning is my way like Francis
As long as I'm breathing, I'll take chances
A soldier coming home, twenty years old with no legs
Sayin' there's no sense to cry and complain, just go 'head
So much to write and say, yo I don't know where to start
So I'll begin with the basics and flow from the heart
I know you think my life is good 'cause my diamond piece
But my life been good since I started finding peace
I shouldn't even be smiling, I should be angry and depressed
I been rich longer than I been broke, I confess
I started out broke, got rich, lost paper then made it back
Like Trump being up down up, play with cash, huh


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Input:
Reminiscing about the 90s with a group of friends [/INST]

Lyrics: This for my trapped in the 90s niggas
For my trapped in the 90s niggas
Ha for y'all niggas


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Input:
The artist is preparing to make a big entrance and wants everyone to pay attention and turn their focus to him, while also creating an energetic and fun atmosphere for a song that is likely to become a hit. [/INST]

Lyrics: I know you can feel the magic, baby
Turn the motherfuckin' lights down
Esco, whattup? (Whattup, homie?)
I mean, it's what you expected, ain't it? (Hahaha)
Let's go... uhh, uh, uhh, uh, uhh, uh
Turn the music up in the headphones
Uh, yeah, that's perfect (yeah, right, right)
Uhh, uh, you gotta take ya time, make a nigga wait on this muh'fucka (hahaha!)
Make niggas mad and shit like
Niggas usually just start rappin' after four bars, nigga, go in!
Just start dancin' in this muh'fucka
Yeah, (yeah) we just come outta nowhere


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Write a song about a person who seeks to find their place in the world, whether it be a city, country, or state, without being recognized or known by others. [/INST]

Lyrics: One city, one country, one state
Some place to be nobody
Some place to be
Some place you wouldn't know probably
Yeah, yeah


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The song describes a series of events and experiences the singer had, including traveling to Paris, discussing the concept of marriage, and comparing different aspects of life and their meanings. It also talks about the singer's early life in the ghetto and the transformation of the world with the rise of social media and its impact on society. The singer is reflecting on these experiences and wishing for a more genuine and less superficial world. [/INST]

Lyrics: My dawg bought a plane, said "Let's go to Paris"
That's where baguettes are from, French bread that's long and narrow
I like the other definition, rectangular carats
The concept of this song is rather esoteric
This girl said in Grenada we should go get married
Broke the meanin' down of the Virgin Mary
And you got your own place, my favorite part of the night
When you text me that you made it home safe (I'm home)
I'm contemplatin' at the home base
How I'm used to breakfast in the ghetto, sippin' OJ
That's a picture right there, a moment in time
Before anybody wanted a photo of mine
Before the internet energy and social decline
Destroyed the vibe, foolin' us with the headlines
(Keepin' us blind) Vultures eat you alive
(Take heed to the signs) Wishin' I'd find


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A song about a young, spoiled individual's experiences and thoughts on relationships, wealth, and fame while on tour in the south of France. [/INST]

Lyrics: (Bonjour) I should be more mature, sure, I'm spoiled
Hit up the south of France after tour, bonjour (Bonjour)
How many girls pre-bate right before they date
So she can have restraint? She still get slayed (Bonjour)
That's ill behavior, want the whip matted
Want her ass the fattest, beat it: Thriller jacket
A street metaphor: if your dog piss on the floor
Put his nose in it, check these niggas from the door


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Write a song that includes phrases in French to express affection, well-wishes, and a greeting in a playful and friendly manner. [/INST]

Lyrics: Ooh ooh la la, oui-oui amour
Plenty of kisses, plein de bisous
Good day and best wishes
Comment allez-vous?
Bonjour


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Imagine a scene where someone is arriving at a high-end restaurant, greeting people in French, and reminiscing about past experiences while enjoying the company of friends. [/INST]

Lyrics: Eat at selective kitchens, speak on our next intentions
Over-creamy Polenta, it come chef recommended (Bonjour)
Come through the side entrance; I arrived, bitches
Crackheads still owe me from '89 fixes (Bonjour)
Havin' drinks in Vegas, my business
She didn't see me comin', now she's an eyewitness
Laissez le bon temps rouler
Say ahh so the kids could play
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Ooh ooh la la, oui-oui amour
Plenty of kisses, plein de bisous
Good day and best wishes
Comment allez-vous?
Bonjour


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Write a song about the complexities and struggles of wealth, including the importance of financial investment, the pressures of parenthood, and the value of long-term relationships and personal growth. [/INST]

Lyrics: Vacation, twisted, whatever happened, missed it
Vacations I didn't like, put myself through a guilt trip (Bonjour)
All these beautiful places, but the cities be poor
You wealthy when your kid's upbringin' better than yours
All this money we gettin' could be gone in a minute
If we don't invest it—we long-term affected
Watch who you gettin' pregnant, that's long-term stressin'
I got a mill' for every bump on your face, that's what I call a blessin'
Flexin'


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Input:
A woman enters your life unexpectedly, leaving you unsure about how to navigate the situation. You find yourself attracted to her, but she keeps disappearing, leaving you puzzled. You continue to pursue her while she eludes you. [/INST]

Lyrics: My head looks straight up
And I'm wonderin', "What did I do?" (Bonjour)
She looked at me like, "Damn, did I surprise you?"
Sure enough, as the sky's blue, she turned back around
And walked back down the avenue (Bonjour)
She's waitin' for the right cue (Bonjour)
I'm waitin' for the right clue (Bonjour)
(Ooh ooh la la, oui-oui amour)
She be leavin', still I smell of eau de parfum
She can't run 'cause I got Cinderella's right shoe
In that white gown that I be seein' right through
Crowd obscurin' my view
There's nothin' left to argue (Bonjour)
At least there's not from my view (Bonjour)


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Write a song about a person with multiple contradictory traits, engaging in absurd situations, and interacting with various people and animals, while dealing with personal issues and relationships. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm a fuckin' walkin' paradox, no, I'm not
Threesomes with a fuckin' triceratops, Reptar
Rappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock stars
Wearin' synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks
Bedrock, harder than a motherfuckin' Flintstone
Making crack rocks outta pussy nigga fishbones (Haha)
This nigga Jasper tryin' to get grown
About five, seven of his bitches in my bedroom (Hey)
Swallow the cinnamon, I'ma scribble this sin and shit
While Syd is tellin' me that she's been getting intimate with men
(Syd, shut the fuck up)
Here's the number to my therapist (Shit)
You tell him all your problems, he's fuckin' awesome with listenin' (Haha)


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Create a song about refusing to compromise on one's promises, emphasizing the commitment to always deliver on them. [/INST]

Lyrics: For real, for real this time
For real, for real, for real this time
Bitch, I cannot fall short
For real, for real, for real this time (Uh, yeah)
For real, for real, for real this time


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Write a song about the intensity of love making a person feel like they're in the middle of an earthquake. [/INST]

Lyrics: 'Cause you make my earthquake
Oh, you make my earthquake
Riding around, your love be shakin’ me up
And it's making my heart break
'Cause you make my earthquake (Earthquake, ooh)
Oh, you make my earthquake
Riding around, your love be shakin’ me up
And it's making my heart break


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A person expressing their remorse and need for reassurance, admitting that they take responsibility for a situation and pleading for the other person not to leave. [/INST]

Lyrics: Don't leave, it's my fault
Don't leave, it's my fault
Don't leave, it's my fault (Girl)
’Cause when it all comes crashing down I’ll need you


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Imagine a song where the lyrics describe a turbulent emotional experience, caused by a love that is both exhilarating and overwhelming, as if the individual is experiencing an earthquake. [/INST]

Lyrics: 'Cause you make my earthquake
Oh, you make my earthquake
Riding around, you’re telling me something is bad
And it's making my heart break
'Cause you make my earthquake, oh, you make my earthquake
(Earthquake, yeah)
Riding around, your love be shakin' me up
And it’s making my heart break (You already know)
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We ain't gotta ball, D. Rose, huh
I don't give a fuck 'bout none', huh
Breathin' like fuck my lungs, huh
Just might call my lawyer, huh
Plug gon' set me up, huh (Yeah)
Bih', don't set me up (Okay)
I'm with Tyler, yuh (Slime)
He ride like the car, huh
And she wicked, huh, yuh
Like Woah Vicky, huh, yeah (Like Woah Vicky)
Oh my God, hold up, um
These diamonds not Tiffany, huh, yeah (Woah, woah)
So in love (I been so in love)
So in love (I been so in love)


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A relationship on the brink of collapse, with one person taking responsibility for the issues and expressing the need for their partner to stay and help them through it. [/INST]

Lyrics: Don't leave, it's my fault (Fault)
Don't leave, it's my fault
Don't leave, it's my fault (Igor, ayy)
'Cause when it all comes crashing down I'll need you (Ayy, ayy)


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A song about a person expressing their feelings for someone, wanting to make sure the other person feels the same way, while also admitting their own mistakes and asking for their partner not to leave. [/INST]

Lyrics: 'Cause you make my earthquake
I don't want no confrontation, no
And you don't want my conversation (I don't want no conversation)
I just need some confirmation on how you feel, for real (For real)
You don't want no complication, no
I don't want no side information (I don't want no side information)
I just need to know what's happening
'Cause I'm for real (For real)
I said don't leave, it's my fault (One)
I said don't leave, it's my fault (Two, two)
Don't leave, it's, it's my fault, girl (Three, three, three)
Don't, do-do-do-do-do, I'll need—


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The singer compares their relationship to a dream and tries to keep it alive by counting sheep, ultimately expressing their desire not to wake up and lose the fantasy. [/INST]

Lyrics: Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, o-
You live in my dream state
Relocate my fantasy
I stay in reality
You live in my dream state
Any time I count sheep
That's the only time we make up, make up
You exist behind my eyelids, my eyelids
Now, I don't wanna wake up


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Input:
You saw a photo of your crush looking happy and healthy, and it made you feel insecure about your own appearance, body image, and personal development in comparison. [/INST]

Lyrics: I saw a photo, you looked joyous
My eyes are green, I eat my veggies
I need to get her out the picture
She's really fuckin' up my frame
She's not developed like we are


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Describe the feeling of losing something enchanting, and then the rediscovery of a newfound sense of wonder and amazement. [/INST]

Lyrics: Like magic, like magic, like magic, gone
New magic, new magic, new magic wand (Ayy)
Like magic, like magic, like magic, gone (Gone, nigga)
New magic (Woo), new magic, new magic wand


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The song is about a person who believes they have been labeled as being on the spectrum and how they struggle with sharing their time and attention, wanting the other person's full devotion. [/INST]

Lyrics: My buddy said I'm on the spectrum
Don't call me selfish, I hate sharin'
This 60-40 isn't workin'
I want a hundred of your time, you're mine


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A song about feeling desperate and pleading with a lover not to leave, while mentioning the power of magic and the desire to be with someone in a car. [/INST]

Lyrics: Please don't leave me now
Please don't leave me now (Don't leave)
Please don't leave me now
Please don't leave me now (Don't leave)
Please don't leave me now (Don't leave)
(Like magic, like magic, like magic, gone)
Please don't leave me now (I can make her leave)
(New magic, new magic, new magic wand)
Please don't leave me now (Don't leave)
(Like magic, like magic, like magic, gone)
Please don't leave me now
(New magic, new magic, new magic wand)
You might also like
I wanna be found, passenger in your car (Don't leave)
You wanna give me mixed signals, don't park (I can make her leave)
She's gonna be dead, I just got a magic wand (Don't leave)
We can finally be together


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The excitement of rolling a seven at dice, the dissolution of a previous relationship, choosing a side in a disagreement, and a not-so-subtle threat of murder. [/INST]

Lyrics: You roll the dice, hit a seven, sure you right
Beginner's luck? You not my first, who gives a fuck?
Your other one? Evaporate, we celebrate
You under oath, now pick a side and if you don't
(Run, run, run, run)
I'll pick you both
(Run, run, run, run)
It's not a joke, murder she wrote


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Input:
A passionate conversation between two people about the impact their feelings have on their lives, how their thoughts consume them, and the struggles they face in their relationship. [/INST]

Lyrics: I never would've thought that
Feelings could get thrown in the air
'Cause I accidentally caught that
I need some new boxing gloves
Shit got hectic whenever I fought back
For example, ten minutes can't go past without you brushing my thoughts
That's fourteen forty a day so I'll say a hundred and forty-four times
I think about you or something like that
Lost match, the fucking thought of you with somebody else
I don't like that; cellular convos getting left in the wrong
'Cause I get so fucking mad when you don't write back
This isn't a song, I just happen to rhyme when I get emo
And find time to write facts, fuck
I love you
Can we add some more color, um, like, some more, yellow?
Yeah, that's good


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Input:
Hey, I can't help but notice that Samuel always seems so intense and negative. Is there a reason for his attitude? And what's the story behind his sudden appearance here? [/INST]

Lyrics: "Yo, why is Samuel such a fucking dick?"
"He isn't such a badass actually. He's only here because he ran away, because some shit happened back home. He's actually a dweeb"
"Yo, what happened?"


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Input:
A new girl moved into the neighborhood and quickly caught the attention of a local guy. They started hooking up, but the guy overhears something suspicious during a heated moment. The guy ends up witnessing a ninja-like intruder in action and gets involved in a dangerous situation, all while trying to enjoy himself. The girl tries to help him recover, but he questions if this new development is worth the risks. [/INST]

Lyrics: Golden rubbers in these denim pockets (Denim pockets)
On my waist, there's a black Glock (Black Glock)
New girl moved on the block (On the block)
She been plottin' on my brown cock (Brown cock)
Last night, I slept over hers (Over hers)
During sex, I overheard (I overheard)
A sword sliced the air, I pulled out the na-na
Rolled off the bed, then shot back, pow-pow
Blood on the sheets, probably spillin' from my gash
Looked out the glass, seen him sprintin' on the grass
A real ninja, with the blade and the mask
Had them gold ninja stars, and red Supreme nunchuks
Now, she tryna patch me up, but
Girl, I was just tryna get a nut bust
If that's your ex, you should probably own a pistol
But I'm guessin' it's wiser to exit with dude


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Input:
Write a song expressing the desire for a friend or romantic interest to call the singer, while also introducing the singer as "Lonely" and sharing their phone number. [/INST]

Lyrics: (Call me, call me, call me) Uh
(Call me, call me, call me) Uh
(Call me, call me, call me) Uh
(Call me, call me, call me)
(Call me) How you doin'?
(Call me) My name is Lonely, nice to meet you
Here's my number
You can reach me, woo!


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Input:
Imagine a situation where someone is feeling neglected or unnoticed in their relationship and decides to use an emergency service number, 911, as a metaphor for how they feel when the other person doesn't call them back or pay enough attention. [/INST]

Lyrics: (Call me)
911, call me some time
(You should call me)
911, call me some time


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Input:
Write a playful, energetic song about being thirsty for fame, success, and love, with references to popular culture and technology. Include mentions of iconic people like Beyoncé, Céline Dion, and Elon Musk, and emphasize the importance of being front row in experiencing it all. [/INST]

Lyrics: Aw, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My thirst levels are infinity and beyond
Sippin' on that lemonade, I need a Beyoncé
Can't see straight, these shades are Céline Dion
Sucks you can't gas me up, shout out to Elon
Musk, yeah, I got a sold-out show
Crowd wild out but don't matter 'cause you not front row
I've been lookin' for a keeper, listen to the speaker
If you fit description, hit me on my beeper
At that 911
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Call me some time (ring, ring, ring)
Please bang my line, you know I'll answer (click)
Call me some time (ring, ring, ring)
Please bang my line


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Input:
Write a song where the lyrics repeatedly encourage the listener to call 911, but not in the traditional sense of an emergency, instead using it as a metaphor for reaching out or being there for someone in need. [/INST]

Lyrics: Call me
911, call me some time
You should call me
911, call me some time
911, (you should call me, oh)
911, (you should call me)


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Input:
Describe a person's nostalgic memories of a simple life in the suburbs, where birds used to chirp and someone special would surprise them, but now they have to make time for each other and navigate busy schedules and responsibilities. [/INST]

Lyrics: Chirp, chirp
Chirp, chirp
Woke up in the 'burbs, 'burbs, with the birds, birds
Where you used to come and get me with the swerve, swerve
These days you gotta find time
Even the nightline
Work line
Dial nine


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Input:
A man with a luxurious lifestyle, but still feeling lonely and seeking a companion, while dancing to throw others off, and hoping to find a DJ to help him connect. [/INST]

Lyrics: Five car garage
Full tank of the gas
But that don't mean nothing, nothing
Nothin', nothin', without you shotgun in the passenger
I'm the loneliest man alive
But I keep on dancing to throw 'em off
I'm gon' run out of moves 'cause I can't groove to the blues
If you know any DJs, tell 'em to call me at 911...


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Input:
The struggle of finding companionship and dealing with loneliness. [/INST]

Lyrics: I can't even lie, I've been lonely as fuck
Old lonely ass nigga
I can't even lie, I've been lonely as fuck
Forreal, you need to go somewhere, like, get some bitches or something
I can't even lie, I've been lonely as fuck
Old weird ass nigga
I can't even lie, I've been
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely


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Input:
Describe a confident, unique individual who stands out from the crowd and is unstoppable in their pursuit. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yo, who dat boy? Who him is?
Him that ni-gga, I swear
Stand out guy, him don't need no chair
Well, where the fuck him at? 'Cause nigga, I'm right here
I don't shop at the mall, all y'all just
Dumb mothafucka, I'm a goddamn artist
You can give me some markers and I'll draw you a closet
And you know that it's GOLF, bitch, gonna make the deposit
Nigga fresh to death like he got dressed in a coffin
Cons, overalls, and a striped shirt
The boy drips swag like a broken faucet
It's runnin', nigga, I'm runnin' shit
That cherry be the bomb like he ran in Boston
Won't stop 'til the cops surround him
One nigga jiggy and the other awesome
With his fuckin' face blown off, that's how they found him
It's Young T


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Input:
A pair of individuals discussing their past struggles and emotional turmoil while trying to make sense of their current feelings and relationships. [/INST]

Lyrics: Comparing scars before dinner
Jump off the roof into the mirror
Felt like summer to my December
Was it my August? Shit, I don't remember
(Two, three, go)
I know my temperature was set
You finally flew south
The bird gon' leave the nest, you're so chromatic
At least I had it (Uh)
Instead of never
Or maybe I'm too dramatic
(Two, three, go)


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Input:
A person is feeling sad and confused because their love has seemingly disappeared, leaving them unsure whether it's real or just a dream they can't escape. [/INST]

Lyrics: Whether it's rain or shine, I know I'm fine for now
My love's gone, my love's gone
My love's gone, oh, gone
(Two, three, go)
Or maybe it's just a dream that I can't seem to wake up from
My love's gone, my love's gone
My love's gone, gone


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A singer expresses their love and support for their partner, assuring them they will always be better than anyone else in their life. [/INST]

Lyrics: Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
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I know love is, is all I got
I just hope to God she got good taste
Could put you on some shit you never seen
Could play a couple songs that you could dance to
I hope you know she can't compete with me


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A person is dealing with the loss of their love, and they question if it's a reality or just a dream they can't escape. [/INST]

Lyrics: Whether it's rain or shine, I know I'm fine for now
My love's gone, my love's gone
My love's gone, oh, gone
Or maybe it's just a dream that I can't seem to wake up from
My love's gone, my love's gone
My love's gone, oh, gone


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Input:
Describe a situation where someone has been supporting you, but now that support is dwindling and you're left feeling vulnerable and scarred. [/INST]

Lyrics: You kept me goin', the Band-Aid is falling off now (Keep)
You kept me goin', the Band-Aid is falling off now (Keep)
You keep me goin', the Band-Aid is falling off now (Gone, gone, gone)
Going away, and now I'm scarred for life


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Input:
A brokenhearted person lamenting the loss of their once-cherished love, emphasizing the pain and emptiness that come with such a loss. [/INST]

Lyrics: My love is gone (Gone), my love is gone (Gone)
My love is gone (It's gone), my love is gone


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Input:
Write a song about someone who has experienced heartbreak and is appreciative of the love and joy they've received in their life, but doesn't want to experience love again due to the pain it may cause. [/INST]

Lyrics: Thank you for the love
Thank you for the joy
But I don't ever wanna fall in love again
Thank you for the time
Thank you for your mind, mind
But I don't ever wanna fall in love again


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The singer expresses gratitude for the love, joy, time, and companionship they experienced, but ultimately decides they don't want to experience those feelings again in the context of a romantic relationship. [/INST]

Lyrics: Thank you for the love
Thank you for the joy
But I don't ever wanna fall in love again
Thank you for the time
Thank you for your mind, mind
But I don't ever wanna fall in love again
Again, again
Again, again
(Got my eye)


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Input:
A self-destructive individual reflects on their past and struggles with their emotions, as they confront the consequences of their actions and face those who challenge them. [/INST]

Lyrics: This shit just like the nights I look forward to not remembering
So much for being sober, I hope that you can forgive me
But Momma, I'm close to the edge as possible (Why don't you jump, you fucking pussy?)
All I’m seeing is the drop in my ocular, jumping like they told me
That the 40's half off, like you know that cliff
Don't need a therapist to tell him he could float that shit (Fucking faggot)
Or get compared to fucking pair with all the program kids
So maybe a pair of pale bitches for the gonads lick (I'll show you)
Malt liquor filling me up, and all us not giving no fucks and
All of them sensitive chumps in awe when that pistol erupts (Pistol, I got one!)
Dirty one spitting that sumpy raw till his wrists in the cuffs
Brother the Pigeons is us
Bid you goodnight and good luck
(Oh, shut the fuck up!)
(Gunshot)
Samuel's here! Where's Wolf? Fucking faggot. Salem was mine, bitch! Was that good enough, you fucking pussy?


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Input:
Imagine a song about a person who loves to skate four times in a row, representing their passion and dedication to the activity. [/INST]

Lyrics: (Four, four, four, four)
(Four, skate, four, skate, four, skate, four, skate)


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A song about the feelings and uncertainties experienced in a tumultuous relationship, where the emotions and actions of the other person are constantly causing distractions and conflicts. The speaker is questioning their own intentions and actions, while also acknowledging their inability to let go of the person. [/INST]

Lyrics: I don't know where I’m going (Skate)
But I know what I'm showing (Four)
Feelings, that's what I’m pouring (Skate)
What the fuck is your motive? (Four)
Man, I wish you would call me (Skate)
By your name 'cause I'm sorry (Four)
This is not apology (Skate)
You are such a distraction (Four)
That's what T on, aw (Skate)
Fuckin' up my ambiance, pause (Four)
You drive me cuckoo and not car (Skate)
'Cause I want you like Leon Ware (Fuck that)
Okay, say again it (Fuck that)
Okay, wait a minute (Woah)
I dread that shit, I am Anwar (Skate)
Curiosity killed the feline, gone (Four, skate)


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A person expressing their feelings of newfound love and confusion about how to express their feelings to their loved one. [/INST]

Lyrics: I think I've fallen in love (Skate)
This time I think it's for real (Four, skate)
I think I’ve fallen in love (Four, skate)
This time I think it’s for real (Four)
How can I tell you? (Skate) How can I tell you? (Four)
How can I tell you? (Skate) How can I tell you? (Four)
How can I tell you? (Skate) How can I tell you? (Four)
How can I tell you? (Skate) How can I tell you? (Four)
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I notice that you're there, but I’m always in your hair
And you're always under my microscope (Four)


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Write a song that describes a person feeling unbalanced and seeking someone's attention. [/INST]

Lyrics: Waste of bread, I need your attention (Skate)
I'm off balance, I need some fixin' (Four)
I’m your puppet, you are Jim Henson (Skate, four)