She had no idea. She heard Tupac’s “Ain’t nuttin’ but a gangster party” come on, loudly, and she immediately started to laugh. What the hell was he doing? She started slightly moving her head. She loved rap. She didn’t understand how anyone didn’t like the music. It made her tick. She understood the love of it. It started with the Beastie Boys in grade school then she graduated to NWA. She listened to Snoop, Cypress Hill and Ice Cube her entire Junior and Senior year of high school. She loved all music, but it was always rap for her, always would be. By the time Titan hit, she was well versed in most rappers’ music, but she knew she had found her favorite. He was different than anything she had ever heard and she related to him on levels she could never explain. She guessed that’s how most of his fans felt. If only half his lyrics were honest then she loved that half of him already, she was sure. He was so damn volatile. She really didn’t like it. It left a bad taste in her mouth.
