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[US] J. Lethem Fortress of Solitude 427: Just a bullshit Five Percenter out on the street, the dude had actually taken to study of Islam when he got inside.
at 5% Nation, n.
[US] J. Lethem Fortress of Solitude 423: Half the yoke-artists they clocked were chumps Dose knew from around the projects.
at -artist, sfx
[US] J. Lethem Fortress of Solitude 427: Dose’s bunkmate [...] was a hardass he knew from the neighborhood.
at hard-ass, n.
[US] (ref. to 1981) J. Lethem Fortress of Solitude 251: It’s 1981: nobody’s heard the term crack [...] What’s slipped lately onto the street [...] is called variously base-rock, gravel, baking-soda-base and roxanne.
at base, n.1
[US] J. Lethem Fortress of Solitude 428: Attica’s just batshit, like Apocalypse Now.
at batshit, adj.
[US] J. Lethem Fortress of Solitude 426: A general attitude of take your bid and do it, no unnecesary beefs.
at beef, n.2
[US] J. Lethem Fortress of Solitude 426: The risk of a dime-to-life, a Rockefeller bid, is too much.
at Rockefeller bid, n.
[US] J. Lethem Fortress of Solitude 426: A general attitude of take your bid and do it, no unnecessary beefs.
at bid, n.2
[US] J. Lethem Fortress of Solitude 172: They also shift big-ticket items like registers and rubber matting.
at big-ticket, adj.
[US] J. Lethem Fortress of Solitude 115: Dylan might have then been invited to [...] a transit yard or wherever else they were going in order to bomb some trains [...] And he had the El Marko in his backpack to bomb them with.
at bomb, v.1
[US] J. Lethem Fortress of Solitude 429: A stoney-eyed brother in net muscle-shirt and doo-rag.
at brother, n.
[US] J. Lethem Fortress of Solitude 134: These colors are the necessities for throwing up a burner, a top-to-bottom masterpiece of flaming 3-D letters.
at burner, n.2
[US] J. Lethem Fortress of Solitude 430: Dang, take the butts, but that’s my drawing shit.
at butt, n.1
[US] J. Lethem Fortress of Solitude 428: Sing Sing’s the juice house, home of the chair.
at chair, the, n.
[US] J. Lethem Fortress of Solitude 432: Dose was one of his several mules; the others dealt ‘trees’ — tight-rolled Chiba stick, cut with mentholated tobacco to stretch the ingredient.
at chiba, n.
[US] J. Lethem Fortress of Solitude 423: Half the yoke-artists they clocked were chumps Dose knew from around the projects.
at chump, n.
[US] J. Lethem Fortress of Solitude 426: They’ve never before [...] gotten clean, never went a day without drugs.
at clean, adj.
[US] J. Lethem Fortress of Solitude 427: Then there’s you, scrawny freak from the street, ninety pounds once you beat the cold turkey.
at cold turkey, n.
[US] J. Lethem Fortress of Solitude 457: A fellow up in the SHU fooled an officer into opening his door, made a run for it [...] Talbot’s having a cow.
at have a (hairy) cow (v.) under cow, n.1
[US] J. Lethem Fortress of Solitude 430: His cards for Raf were head and shoulders above the usual crap.
at crap, n.1
[US] J. Lethem Fortress of Solitude 422: You might strike deals with the crews who fought dumb wars for dominance.
at crew, n.
[US] J. Lethem Fortress of Solitude 430: Every one of these retrofitted paramours was a former ho-slappin’ mack daddy.
at mack daddy, n.
[US] J. Lethem Fortress of Solitude 430: Dang, take the butts, but that’s my drawing shit.
at dang!, excl.
[US] J. Lethem Fortress of Solitude 173: The secret’s inside the dinky showroom, practically an afterthought.
at dinky, adj.1
[US] J. Lethem Fortress of Solitude 362: He and I and Mathew had spent the waning hours of that first afternoon divvying Arthur’s quarter kee into Camden-sized portions.
at divvy, v.
[US] J. Lethem Fortress of Solitude 429: A stoney-eyed brother in net muscle-shirt and doo-rag.
at do-rag, n.
[US] J. Lethem Fortress of Solitude 431: Dose flipped, a year’s accumulated fear brimming in him.
at flip, v.4
[US] J. Lethem Fortress of Solitude 274: The disc jockey flubs the call list.
at flub, v.
[US] J. Lethem Fortress of Solitude 144: What passed for an entorage, a couple of freakazoid chicks.
at freak-a-zoid (n.) under freak, n.1
[US] (ref. to 1981) J. Lethem Fortress of Solitude 251: Shit, man, I was there at the birth, me and them Philly cats might of practically invented freebasing.
at freebasing, n.
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