Hip hop is steeped in the loins of Africans. Go to any African village, their method of communication follows a pattern starting with vocalization; depending on what is being related, hand and eye movements will follow, and then the feet.
In church the Africans unlike the Europeans use the call and response method, that led to politics, “WHAT DO WE WANT?”, answer,…”JUSTICE!”
In the Caribbean islands there is this overwhelming display at Christmas, when African descendants of small band-groups, travel from house to house playing music, singing and dancing daily for two weeks, until the end on New Year’s day.
When modern Hip Hop, said ” throw your hands in the air, and act like you don’t care”! The Sugar Hill Gang was inadvertently paying homage to centuries of African folklore, without really knowing it. That hip hop became more rhythmic after the performers imbibed liquid above 80 proof, the bellow was, “FEET DON’T FAIL ME NOW!
Then there was the scantily clad masquerade band found in the Caribbean and South America:
The scantily clad masquerade band in the Caribbean found Harlem New York by way of New Orleans. African descendants were “spittin” (hip hop) in microphones and brass instruments: Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Satchmo Armstrong, Miles Davis. Mink, wool and cashmere coats were worn by who’s who, so too were spats; another way of, SPITTIN WITH YOUR FEET.
And then came TAP, and Mister Bill Bojangles Robinson, who became the most highly paid African American entertainer in the first half of the 20th century, he was “spittin with his feet”.
Fast forward to December 9th, 2018, BRINAE ALI,(choreographer) teams up with SEAN JONES (musical instructor) to spit like their fore parents did:
We now have an opportunity to hear these artistes in their own words:
Spittin with your feet. It’s an inheritance; if you don’t have it, you didn’t get it.