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With this music, see the joint jumping?
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hip-hop
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WordNet
Word definitions in WordNet
n. an urban youth culture associated with rap music and the fashions of African-American residents of the inner city genre of African-American music of the 1980s and 1990s in which rhyming lyrics are chanted to a musical accompaniment; several forms of ...
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Word definitions in Wiktionary
alt. 1 An Afro-American urban youth culture based on rap music, breakdancing etc 2 (context music English) rap (genre of music) n. 1 An Afro-American urban youth culture based on rap music, breakdancing etc 2 (context music English) rap (genre of music)
Usage examples of hip-hop.
And as my body grew into young manhood, lean-muscled, hard, slim and cool and handsome as any hip-hop nigga sucking magic money from the musical mammary, as I grew bigger and wiser and stronger with each passing day and year, my heart cold and smoking like dry ice, as the factory pumped out hard young muhfukkahs, cold and perfect as snowflakes-some graduating to the streets where they lived like kings or died like flies, some shipped off to adult institutions-and as the younger boys took their place in the food chain, I gained power, I took control.
And as my body grew into young manhood, lean-muscled, hard, slim and cool and handsome as any hip-hop nigga sucking magic money from the musical mammary, as I grew bigger and wiser and stronger with each passing day and year, my heart cold and smoking like dry ice, as the factory pumped out hard young muhfukkahs, cold and perfect as snowflakessome graduating to the streets where they lived like kings or died like flies, some shipped off to adult institutionsand as the younger boys took their place in the food chain, I gained power, I took control.
They rhapsodize that his amazing vignettes of dysfunctional families make him the Raymond Carver of hip-hop.
None rang a bell until Savannah bragged about having been to the home of hip-hop music mogul Taye Rollins at least twice.
She planned on using the hip-hop concert that night featuring Hot T, Nelly, and the ChiTown 7, to get in with Taye Rollins.
Lee Simmons is the president and creative director of Baby Phat by Kimora Lee Simmons, a lifestyle brand for the glamorous woman who is all things hip-hop and everything fashion.
BREED in purple spectral lettering and dozens of UK record-company executives in Mad Max gear hang out with tattooed models from Holland and managing directors from Polygram share bananas and sip psybertronic drinks with magazine editors and half of a progressive British hip-hop act wearing schoolgirl uniforms is dancing with modeling agency bookers along with ghosts, extras, insiders, various people from the world at large.
Better to succeed unnoticed at a classic than fail ignominiously at the snazzy baroque of hip-hop.
The bedside clock-radio offered a selection of Moroccan-roll, Israeli hip-hop and bland Europop, all of which struck her ears as about equally unlistenable at her current space-time coordinates.
He wanders onwards and upwards in zig-zag fashion until he finds himself, at last, above the Festival tree-line and out of tambourine-rattling reach of the hordes of street harpists, flautists, violinists, cellists, banjo players, bongo drummers, mime artistes, puppeteers, body-paint workshops, Irish line dancers, hip-hop dancers and the familiar chorus of unicyclists, stilt-walkers, clowns and jugglers, all of them desperately performing to the hilt as if on the orders of some mad film director concocting an ambitious epic in which they will play the street people.
An enormous battered chrome beatbox hanging by wires outside the entryway to a shanty was spewing out metallic, bass-heavy hip-hop music interspersed with raw and offensive rap lyrics.
By night, it glittered between the raindrops, throbbing to the beat of hip-hop, waycool acid jazz, and the massed guttural roar of sleekly painted motorcycles.
They have fled from the true America, the America of atomic bombs, scalpings, hip-hop, chaos theory, cement overshoes, snake handlers, spree killers, space walks, buffalo jumps, drive-bys, cruise missiles, Sherman's March, gridlock, motorcycle gangs, and bun-gee jumping.
He was a graffiti king, in the middle of the most powerful black cultural movement since the Harlem Renaissance: hip-hop.
And as my body grew into young manhood, lean-muscled, hard, slim and cool and handsome as any hip-hop nigga sucking magic money from the musical mammary, as I grew bigger and wiser and stronger with each passing day and year, my heart cold and smoking like dry ice, as the factory pumped out hard young muhfukkahs, cold and perfect as snowflakessome graduating to the streets where they lived like kings or died like flies, some shipped off to adult institutionsand as the younger boys took their place in the food chain, I gained power, I took control.