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 […]
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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