【煽峰点火】第28期：我Hip，我Hop，我Hip-Hop

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【煽峰点火】第28期：我Hip，我Hop，我Hip-Hop

关键词：王小峰王三表乐评点火 Hip-Hop ┊ 音频类 ┊ 推荐： ┊ 来源：有意思吧

“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）

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[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：
这世界太冷酷
我的祖先被贩卖
这让我想冲破樊篱
去他妈的美元和党派
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）

We Want Freedom （Dead Prez）（原地址）

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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：
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

The Message （Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five）（原地址）

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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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