What's that our kids are listening to?

RECENTLY I WAS SHOPPING at a local shoe store, and as I surveyed the selection of sneakers, a catchy rhythm started playing on the sound system. I found myself moving to its insistent beat, mindlessly bobbing my head in time—that is, until the vocal kicked in. The opening line was so crude that I just hung my head in disbelief. I felt sucker-punched—taken in by the song's irresistible rhythm, only to be blindsided by its words.

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