I am unashamed when I say that this guilty pleasure is not a new one. I have kept the King of Crunk on rotation since 2000's We Still Crunk! (Lil' Jon's sophomore and more sophomoric follow-up to Get Crunk, Who U Wit: Da Album) dropped and I copped the tape from Brandon on the Monday-Night Skiing bus.
That shit still bangs.
Besides blowing my speakers and mind with Slayer samples, Lil' Jon also provides excellent fodder for stupid photoshop graphics, political metaphors, and a measuring-stick for how weak the lyrical content of RAP - Rhythm And Poetry, remember - has become since the 1980's.
As a white kid who spent his formative years essentially in the suburbs, my attraction to Roland-808 beats and lyrics centered around substance abuse, babes, and a general attitude of irreverence is hardly a unique one.
I'm an unabashed devotee of Wu-Tang, Dr. Dre, Ice Cube (pre War & Peace), and Public Enemy.
I also like Lil Jon.
That being said, the slight cringe I feel in my conscience when Get Low comes on the KDWB reminds me that in addition to the differences between Hip-Hop and RAP, there is also a difference between Good Music and the shit you hear on the radio.
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