“我从不做出预言，我说过hip-hop， hip-hop， hip-hop， hip-hop有很长时间了，并且现在我还会说hip-hop， hip-hop， hip-hop， hip-hop，我没有看到任何一种正在衰退的标志。”——罗伯特·克里斯高
你是否想过有这样的场景出现：有一天你打开收音机，听到的是Hip-Hop，你连着换几个台，听到的还是这些；你打开电视，看到屏幕上有一群人又蹦又跳地唱着Hip-Hop；你按照排行榜的介绍去唱片店里买一张新唱片，唱片里放的还是Hip-Hop。你忍无可忍，只好花一笔昂贵费用跑到某一个古迹去看三大歌王演出，结果帕瓦罗蒂一张嘴还是Hip-Hop……虽然这听上去有些夸张，但这种情景在美国正在变成现实。
记得1997年美国另类音乐杂志《旋转》曾作过一项调查，让读者回答哪一类音乐风尚将在来年消失，结果Hip-Hop一项高居榜首。事实正好相反，从1998年到现在，Hip-Hop似乎以不可阻挡之势散布到有空气的地方。毗邻的日本、韩国、泰国也都把这股Hip-Hop旋风刮到中国。《时代》周刊将这场风暴称之为“全球青年文化的革命”，《公告牌》杂志认为Hip-Hop是“创造性的文艺复兴”。
啥叫Hip-Hop？其实有时候它就是说唱乐的另一种提法。在国内出版物我第一次看到对这个词的解释是1996年商务印书馆出版的《最新英语新词语词典》上将这个词翻译成“嬉蹦舞”，这可能是最形象的译法了。关于Hip-Hop，如果我们想了解它的历史，会发现非常复杂和混乱。因为Hip-Hop不仅仅是一种音乐表现形式，而是一种文化形态，它包括涂鸦艺术、霹雳舞、说唱乐和DJ打碟四部分。由此引申出的着装、俚语乃至言谈举止、一笑一颦都是Hip-Hop的组成部分。Hip-Hop从听觉上和说唱乐差不多，只是里面的“零碎”更多一些，比如混音的技巧，节拍的变化等。更深一步讲，Hip-Hop是非裔美国人和加勒比海地区黑人历史、身份和群体试图解决在美国处于被压抑、排斥状态的体验的文化形式。
黑人音乐史就是一部血泪史，Hip-Hop也不例外，Hip-Hop出现的背景是60年代美国黑人民权运动之后，相对白人，黑人出唱片、登台表演的机会要很少，甚至没有自己的舞厅。最后他们只能走上街头，用自己的音乐天分来表达他们的遭遇，抒发内心感受，任何黑人都可以在麦克风面前来上一段。想必很多人在80年代都看过一部叫做《霹雳舞》的电影，并且这种舞蹈形式在中国风靡过一段时间，据说这种舞蹈的灵感来自美国登月宇航员的太空步和美国摔跤运动员柯克·汤普森的摔跤动作。于是，一个人在打碟混音，一个人在说唱，一个人在跳霹雳舞，同时他们在街道的墙壁、地铁墙壁乃至汽车上做各种涂鸦，这就形成了Hip-Hop的街头文化。但今天我们谈论的Hip-Hop，其实就是谈说唱乐，因为从音乐上讲，二者之间差不多是一回事了。
早期Hip-Hop作品中很多都是表达他们对现实社会不满的内容。在一首《极权国家》中，他们这样唱道：
普通黑人
生活形同监狱
因为这个世界被白人控制
人民永远得不到公正
妇女永远得不到尊敬
问题永远得不到解决
工作永远得不到回报
你知道怎么回事
我们生活在极权国家
POLICE STATE（DEAD PREZ）（
原地址）
[Sample of Chairman Omali Yeshitela:]
You have the emergence in human society
of this thing that's called the State
What is the State? The State is this organized bureaucracy
It is the po-lice department. It is the Army, the Navy
It is the prison system, the courts, and what have you
This is the State -- it is a repressive organization
But the state -- and gee, well, you know,
you've got to have the police, cause..
if there were no police, look at what you'd be doing to yourselves!
You'd be killing each other if there were no police!
But the reality is..
the police become necessary in human society
only at that junction in human society
where it is split between those who have and those who ain't got
[Dead Prez]
I throw a Molotov cocktail at the precinct, you know how we think
Organize the hood under I Ching banners
Red, Black and Green instead of gang bandanas
F.B.I. spyin on us through the radio antennas
And them hidden cameras in the streetlight watchin society
With no respect for the people's right to privacy
I'll take a slug for the cause like Huey P.
while all you fake niggaz {*UNNNGH*} try to copy Master P
I want to be free to live, able to have what I need to live
Bring the power back to the street, where the people live
We sick of workin for crumbs and fillin up the prisons
Dyin over money and relyin on religion for help
We do for self like ants in a colony
Organize the wealth into a socialist economy
A way of life based off the common need
And all my comrades is ready, we just spreadin the seed
(Chorus: Dead Prez)
The average Black male
Live a third of his life in a jail cell
Cause the world is controlled by the white male
And the people don't never get justice
And the women don't never get respected
And the problems don't never get solved
And the jobs don't never pay enough
So the rent always be late; can you relate?
We livin in a police state
[Dead Prez]
No more bondage, no more political monsters
No more secret space launchers
Government departments started it in the projects
Material objects, thousands up in the closets
Could've been invested in a future for my comrades
Battle contacts, primitive weapons out in combat
Many never come back
Pretty niggaz be runnin with gats
Rather get shot in they back than fire back
We tired of that - corporations hirin blacks
Denyin the facts, exploitin us all over the map
That's why I write the shit I write in my raps
It's documented, I meant it
Every day of the week, I live in it; breathin it
It's more than just fuckin believin it
I'm holdin them ones, rollin up my sleeves an' shit
It's cee-lo for push-ups now, many headed for one conclusion
Niggaz ain't ready for revolution
(Chorus: Dead Prez)
{*police siren wails*}
[speaker unknown]
I am.. a revolutionary
and you're gonna have to keep on sayin that
You're gonna have to say that I am a proletariat
I am the people, I'm not the pig
[another speaker]
Guiliani you are full of shit!
And anybody that's down with you!
You could man-make things better for us
and you cuttin the welfare
Knowin damn well when you cut the welfare,
a person gon' do crime.
在另一首《我们需要自由》中：
[color=gray]这世界太冷酷
我的祖先被贩卖
这让我想冲破樊篱
去***美元和党派
训练自己，擦亮眼睛
告诉我怎么做才能得到自由
我需要的不仅是做个司仪
我需要休伊飞机和革命
（注：休伊飞机是美国越战时使用的一种直升飞机）[/color]
We Want Freedom（Dead Prez）（
原地址）
I was born black, I live black,
and I'ma die probably because I'm black
because some cracker that knows I'm black
better than you nigga, is probably gonna put
a bullet in the back of my head!!
Yeah our lives fucked up, no doubt
All this shit we go through every day
Sometimes a nigga don't know what the fuck to do
But see I got my niggas
And we gon organize a people army
And we gon get control over our own lives
And I mean that shit right there from the bottom of my shit
I Ching
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
Imagine havin no runnin water to drink
Chemicals contaminate the pipes leadin to your sink
Just think, if the grocery stores close they doors
And they saturate the streets with tanks and start martial law
Would you be ready for civil war
Could you take the life of somebody you know,
or have feelings for if necessary?
I got cousins in the military
But far as I'm concerned they died, when they registered
[Verse 2]
Yo, this world is oh so cold, I think about my ancestors
Being sold, and it make me wanna break the mold
Fuck the gold and the party, train yourself, clean your shottie
Tell me what you gon do to get free, we need more than MC's
We need Hueys, and revolutionaries
The niggas on the streets today, it's kinda scary
The smell around my way ain't roses or strawberries
In fact it's kinda poisonous, bringin out the boy in us
But I'ma stand up on my own, like a man do
Dominate the land and make wealth, like Fu-Manchu
Yes the peoples army stick togehther like glue
We represent the I-Ching, and to this we stand true
Military formation, anyone participation is welcome
Each one teach one, son help son
Just one gun is all it take to get it started
Livin in the wilderness of the west we cold hearted
HOOK 2X:
If you don't think it could happen think again my son
Be prepared for the worst that's yet to come
We want freedom, prophecies and ancient wisdom
Cataclsym, niggas be like fuck the system
I don't wanna be no movie star
I don't wanna drive no fancy car
I just wanna be free, to live my life, to live my own life
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I'm for peace
But I'll kill ya if ya fuck with my moms or my niece
See we all want peace, but the problem is
Crackers want a bigger piece
Got it where the niggas can't get a piece
That's why police get stabbed and shot
Cuz a nigga can't eat if the ave is hot
Locked up you get three hot meals and one cot
Then you sit and rot, never even got a fair shot
That's where a whole lotta niggas end up
My man moms even got sent up, tryin to keep the rent up
When I'm bent up I think alot about the reason I'm here
I think about the things I fear in the comin years
Ahead of me, I'm ready for whatever they bring though
I'd go against a tank wit a shank for my dreams
And that's my fuckin word
One day the whole world will smoke herb
And niggas won't get took to jail for hangin on the curb
HOOK 2X
(next part of hook)
HOOK
Hip-Hop混音大师弗莱什在他的《消息》中这样唱道：
[color=gray]别再推我因为我已到了边缘
我努力不让自己掉脑袋
在这个钢筋丛林中有些事让我惊讶
我怎样才能不屈服你[/color]
The Message（Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five）（
原地址）
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stage, you know they just don't care
I can't take the smell, can't take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away but I couldn't get far
'cuz a man with a tow truck repossessed my car
Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Uh huh ha ha ha
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip the light fandango
A Zircon princess seemed to lost her senses
Down at the peep show watchin' all the creeps
So she can tell her stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got social security
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own
Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Uh huh ha ha ha
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
My brother's doin' fast, on my mother's TV
Says she watches too much, it's just not healthy
"All My Children" in the daytime, "Dallas" at night
Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors, they ring my phone
and scare my wife when I'm not home
Got a bronk education, double-digit inflation
Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station
Neon King Kong standin' on my back
Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
A mid-range migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I'm goin' insane
I swear I might hijack a plane!
Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
My son said, Daddy, I don't wanna go to school
'cuz the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper
if I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
Or dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
'cuz it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey
They pushed that girl in front of the train
Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again
Stabbed that man right in his heart
Gave him a transplant for a brand new start
I can't walk through the park 'cuz it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
I feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jaw
Hear them say "You want some more?"
Livin' on a see-saw
Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Say what?
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smilin' on you but he's frownin' too
Because only God knows what you'll go through
You'll grow in the ghetto livin' second-rate
And your eyes will sing a song called deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alleyway
You'll admire all the number-book takers
Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers
Drivin' big cars, spendin' twenties and tens
And you'll wanna grow up to be just like them, huh
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
Pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers
You say I'm cool, huh, I'm no fool
But then you wind up droppin' outta high school
Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did
Got sent up for a eight-year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
Bein' used and abused to serve like hell
'til one day, you was found hung dead in the cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young so...
Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Uh huh huh huh huh
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Huh, uh huh huh huh huh
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Huh, uh huh huh huh huh
这就是黑人的悲惨境遇。Time.com撰稿人托尼·卡隆就Hip-Hop现象撰文指出：“Hip-Hop虽然最初由四种艺术形式组成，但是很快就被年轻的非裔美国人发展成为一种文化革命，他们并不仅仅要求被白人社会承认，作为黑人，而且他们还创造了自己的有生气、有渴望的文化。”
所以，说唱组合“人民公敌”（ Public Enemy）说：“Hip-Hop是我们黑人的 CNN。”另一个说唱组合NWA说Hip-Hop“谈的是现实而不是金钱。”Hip-Hop这种随意的音乐表现形式往往能及时把黑人身边发生的一些事情说出来，甚至他们即兴说出来的一些内容反倒成了大众传媒的信息来源。日久天长，通过Hip-Hop这个窗口公众也逐渐了解到黑人社区的生活情况，这为黑人争取自己权利，改善生活状况都起到很大作用。所以，有学者指出，Hip-Hop是黑人最为引以自豪的文化。
但是所有黑人音乐的结局都是一样的，爵士乐变成白人的摇摆乐；嘟-喔普消失了，代之是现在的偶像组合；唱灵歌的变成蓝眼睛……Hip-Hop呢，看来也无法逃出这个命运。这一方面说黑人音乐文化一直就非常活跃，另一方面也说明在商业化冲击下，黑人音乐难免会变了味道，很多黑人为了金钱而放弃自己的原则，很多白人把黑人音乐变成更符合他们口味的东西，就像当年必须要有一个猫王出来打破摇滚乐种族印迹一样，于是黑人音乐的灵魂在无数次的融合中消失了。Hip-Hop中最大的笑料就是90年代初期黑人说唱乐手MC哈默成为走红歌星，白人认为这是一种很有趣的东西，黑人则认为哈默因为金钱背叛自己，哈默的昙花一现也证明了这一点，而随后一个白人说上乐手凡尼拉·艾斯（Vanilla Ice）更是对说唱乐的拙劣翻版。看看现在的排行榜，到处都是Hip-Hop，正宗的、野路的、白人的、黑人的，这到底对Hip-Hop是一件好事还是坏事呢？面对这些，Dr. Dre说了一句无奈的话：“这都他妈是娱乐。”
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