Surf…rap?
It’s unlikely Grandmaster Flash and Kool Herc envisioned this when they started spinning plates and toasting beats in the Bronx ghetto circa 1970. Still, with a hook like “jig, jig, whip, bitches don’t trip,” a reference to the Australian art of soft-plastic fishing, it can’t be argued that we’re not at least indigenizing the art form.
It’s unlikely Grandmaster Flash and Kool Herc envisioned this when they started spinning plates and toasting beats in the Bronx ghetto circa 1970. Still, with a hook like “jig, jig, whip, bitches don’t trip,” a reference to the Australian art of soft-plastic fishing, it can’t be argued that we’re not at least indigenizing the art form.
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