There comes a time in every woman's life...where she prefers the edited version of rap. Am I getting old? *gasp and white girl horror movie scream here*
Aw naw, not me. No, not me.
Folks, I find myself preferring the radio friendly version of those Hip Hop joints whose aim is making a woman cringe. You know, those tracks that get a pass because the beat was banging and, well, you were at the club? Yeah. I'm finding myself going past those and preferring the 'watered down' version. What the hell happened?
I'm hesitant to call it maturity, because I, like many of my southern peers, still find a bass-filled beat irresistible. And, in the event of an emergency, I still need that crunk "beat they ass!" song in my life. Many of my music choices - YoungBloodz, OutKast, Goodie Mob, Pastor Troy, etc. - weren't saints. They cursed, they balled, and they talked about fast womens (yup, womens). But now, for some reason I can't put my finger or ear on, it's different.
Bottom line? To paraphrase a certain trap rapper, "I'd rather listen to your beats than your rhymes."