The Epidemic of Slowed Down Rap in Tampa

I noticed this counter cultural cling-on when I first moved to Florida, and it’s showed no sign of giving up the ghost as most annoying trend in music since… well… singer/songwriter man-hating lesbians. I’m talking, of course, about slowed down rap. SLAP, as it’s best known, is just that: a slap in the face of taste and class.

I have to notate that I *love* gangsta rap. Give me some mid 90′s Dr. Dre and Snoop, a controller to San Andreas and a dollar-bin DVD of Menace2Society and I’ve got a complete evening. What I don’t dig is this interaction:

Me: *driving my car on MLK near Nebraska*
Donk: *rolls up with bass so big and so low that my car disintegrates at the stop light*

But it’s not even the bass that bothers me. I listen to Electro and Techno and GangstaRap pushed to ELEVEN. It’s the slooooooooowwwwww piiiiitttttcchh annnnnnd breeeeeeeaaaaakkkk neeeeeeeeccccccckkkk sssssssnnnnnnaaaaaaiiiiirrrrrr that is declaring sonic warfare on my ears, not the lyrics or the bass really.

Every time I heared slowed down rap, I get good and pissed and look up to see…. a 17 year old white kid in a Navigator. Why do you have to ruin everything that was once good, white kids? Why?!

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