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Killer Tune (2008) 14: ‘What you call that masquerading on your head?’ [...] ‘This is an Afro, also known as a ’fro’.at afro, n.
Killer Tune (2008) 14: ‘What you call that masquerading on your head?’ [...] ‘This is an Afro, also known as a ’fro’. Killer Tune (2008) 82: Your little article or whatever the bollocks you were doing.at ballocks, n.
Killer Tune (2008) 90: Don’t you think I’d have been banging on their door last night instead of banging you.at bang, v.1
Killer Tune (2008) 44: Give me a bell asap.at give someone a bell (v.) under bell, n.1
Killer Tune (2008) 84: They boys in blue were trying to swap the beat of the street for some other type of melody.at boys in blue, n.
Killer Tune (2008) 31: The boom-box accoustics of the room caught his cry.at boombox, n.
Killer Tune (2008) 64: They must have seen the minister doing her pulpit routine on the box today.at box, n.1
Killer Tune (2008) 78: If there’s a coon anywhere, we can smell him in the air.at coon, n.
Killer Tune (2008) 14: Take those darkers off, boy - life’s moving into the night.at darkers, n.
Killer Tune (2008) 46: Some dead-head petrol-bombed some house her brother shouldn’t have been playing in.at deadhead, n.
Killer Tune (2008) 7: The du-rag fitted the crown of his head like a silk stocking and blew loose at the back and side of his neck with the flare of a Foreign Legion cap.at do-rag, n.
Killer Tune (2008) 41: He was going to become the Don Dada of the British rap scene.at don dada (n.) under don, n.
Killer Tune (2008) 31: He had started his adult life as the main eyes for some of East London’s major players.at eyes, n.1
Killer Tune (2008) 56: Your father [...] was a well-known face around town.at face, n.
Killer Tune (2008) 47: Call Five-O [...] Call the fucking police!at five-oh, n.
Killer Tune (2008) 32: Never gigs in Hoxton.at gig, v.5
Killer Tune (2008) 45: My home-girl pussy getting in the way of your OK ya ting?at homegirl, n.
Killer Tune (2008) 58: I draw the line at having to queue up to share you with one of your Hampstead honeyz.at honey, n.1
Killer Tune (2008) 42: Two ice crystal addicts were joyriding on their chosen drug.at ice, n.1
Killer Tune (2008) 74: ‘Tings is cool and irie,’ the King reassured him.at irie, adj.
Killer Tune (2008) 33: The one and only Notting Hill Carnival [...] is almost jacking at our door.at jack, v.2
Killer Tune (2008) 84: The music fast-jammed from midnight and slow-jammed from 3.30.at jam, v.3
Killer Tune (2008) 25: No jam is a success until the crowd closes its eyes and feels the things it cannot see.at jam, n.1
Killer Tune (2008) 10: The killer tune is the song everyone’s playing.at killer, adj.
Killer Tune (2008) 58: She kissed her teeth at him. Stared Bernie down.at kiss teeth (v.) under kiss, v.
Killer Tune (2008) 41: The first thing he’d done was shave off his locks.at locks, n.1
Killer Tune (2008) 17: All you ever did was make a few loser records for your friends and family.at loser, adj.
Killer Tune (2008) 23: LT stood in front of his fan base with his mic hiked high.at mic, n.1
Killer Tune (2008) 40: The day your lady’s touch don’t make your piece get high, it’s time to whisper bye-bye.at piece, n.
Killer Tune (2008) 15: Well, kiss my sweet black rah-rah.at rah-rah, n.2
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