#British hiphop

[ongawdclub]

L i t t l e S i m z

[katchwreck]

🎤 I'm just miming my own business.. 🎭

▶️ Cash Crew – Bring It On [1994, U.K]

[femalerapperstournament]

Best female rapper tournament

Round 2 Poll 12

[onelovestill]

Little Simz in concert

[onikasbarbie]

[macrotiis]

Afro-english music rules.

That's it, that's the post.

[micechicken]

Okay, I still think it's super hilarious that Dubstep was taken from the UK and made better (which is actually called Brostep btw)

[r6diofm]

little simz 🎧

the way she casually dropped album of the year.. omfg the entire thing is SO good especially no merci and gorilla. definitely listen to it if you have the chance or time!

[aw2designs]

https://www.teepublic.com/t-shirt/41894004-pete-and-bas-drill-kings

[blogalahezy]

[misterparadigm]

A fun little project for my good friend, Professor Elemental.

#professorelemental #geoffrey #fanart #professorelementalfanart #fatherofinvention #apequest #giddylimit #indifferenceengine #skating

[brothersperspectiveartvid]

Affirmative Action: The Lord Giveth & The Racist Snatcheth Back by Diallo Kenyatta #SCOTUS #AffirmativeAction #CivilRights #BLKPWR #BroDialloAffirmative

https://www.facebook.com/diallo.kenyatta/videos/487727336886267 Affirmative Action! Website: http://diallokenyatta.com Patreon: http://patreon.com/diallokenyatta Venmo: @BroDiallo CashApp: $BroDiallo Merch: http://africanworldorder.com #SCOTUS#AffirmativeAction#CivilRights#BLKPWR#BroDiallo

[nicobars]

Listen/purchase: Misdemeanors ep by Nicobars

[mayoiayasep]

goodnight to paralive gen 1 team edition

goodnight to autistic people with a hiphop special interest, estranged adopted sons of a wealthy family, british nonbinaries with mommy issues, linguistics professors with a dead wife, yakuza-turned-bar-owners who can play piano, anxious teenagers with catholic levels of guilt over something that was not their fault, weird and offputting people who don't know who the fuck they are, yakuza leaders, gacha whales, cat lovers, gym bros, delinquent type guys, older twins with brother complexes, and younger twins who died and came back

[onikasbarbie]

[happyk44]

Sometimes Carter catches Sadie staring at the Nome family photos. It's not like she's the only white-passing person in the Nome these days, but come winter she's usually the lightest. Standing stark obvious in the middle of them all.

Sometimes Carter sees her fumble braids and cornrows and narrow her eyes. He can see the mental berating behind her frustration. He reminds her gently that coils can be difficult. That's half the reason he keeps his hair trimmed nice and short.

They'll watch movies and colonization appears as a theme, a topic, a fact, and she'll drag her sleeves down, pull herself in tight like she wants the the couch to swallow her up.

"Should I even be doing this?" she mumbles into his shoulder. "I mean yeah I'm Isis's magician and whatever but I don't have to do anything. I could just..." As she fades off, she presses her full face into his shoulder.

He strokes her back softly. "You have to stop stressing about this."

"I feel like an invader," she says. "This isn't my-" She cuts off sharply, draws back, and tugs her knees to her chest. Adele plays through her speakers. She stares at it. "I'm British, people think I'm white, I can walk the walk and talk the talk all I want but I'm always the outsider. I can't be black, or culturally anything really. I wasn't even raised in this world."

"Neither was I," Carter says and she blinks at him. There's no dawning in her eyes. She gets it. Understands that his life was sand and professors and rocks, not hiphop and AAVE. If anything he's more Arab than African-American. He knows more about Islam than Christianity, more about Egypt than any other African nation. He may have walked through the cities, eaten their food, spoken with the people, but never long enough to count.

The tombs of Pharaohs were always calling his name.

"It's-" Her legs drop. The heels of her feet thump and skid down the wooden flooring. One hand clutches her shirt tight in the center of her chest, twisting the fabric so tight her fists go pale with effort. "Sometimes I just feel like I'm putting myself somewhere I shouldn't. I know I'm allowed. I'm mixed, I'm a magician and host for the Egyptian pantheon but I still-" She twists her shirt just an inch more. "I feel like a lie."