HIP-HOP AND ACTIVISM

Hip Hop Emerges Post-Civil Rights Era

The South Bronx was burning

Robert Moses, NYC Urban Planner

Containment of Poor People

Building of Cross Bronx Expressway

Connecting Suburbs to the City

Dividing and Creating New Communities

DJ Kool Herc

Birth of Hip Hop

Jamaican Sound System Tradition

Hip-Hop in the Park

Grandmaster Flash

B-Boys and B-Girls

B-Boys/B-Girls and Mambo

The MC

Graffiti

Afrika Bambaataa

From Street Gangs to Politics

“The Message” Grandmaster Flash

INTRO]It's like a jungle sometimesIt makes me wonder how I keep from goin' underIt's like a jungle sometimesIt makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under

[FIRST VERSE]Broken glass everywhere, people pissin' on the stairs,You know they just don't careCan't take the smell, can't take the noise, Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choiceRats in the front room, roaches in the backJunkies in the alley with a baseball batI tried to get away but I couldn't get far'cuz a man with a tow truck repossessed my car

[CHORUS]Don't push me 'cuz I'm close to the edgeI'm trying not to lose my headUh huh ha ha haIt's like a jungle sometimesIt makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under

“Fight The Power”Public Enemy

1989 the number another summer (get down) Sound of the funky drummer Music hittin' your heart cause I know you got soul (Brothers and sisters, hey)Listen if you're missin' y'all Swingin' while I'm singin' Givin' whatcha gettin' Knowin' what I know While the Black bands sweatin' And the rhythm rhymes rollin' Got to give us what we want Gotta give us what we need Our freedom of speech is freedom or death We got to fight the powers that beLemme hear you say Fight the power Chorus

“F*#! the Police”- N.W.A.Fuck the police comin straight from the undergroundA young nigga got it bad cause I'm brown, And not the other color so police thinkThey have the authority to kill a minorityFuck that shit, cause I ain't the onefor a punk motherfucker with a badge and a gun to be beatin on, and thrown in jailWe can go toe to toe in the middle of a cellFuckin with me cause I'm a teenagerwith a little bit of gold and a pagerSearchin my car, lookin for the productThinkin every nigga is sellin narcoticsYou'd rather see, me in the penthan me and Lorenzo rollin in a Benz-oBeat a police out of shape and when I'm finished, bring the yellow tapeTo tape off the scene of the slaughterStill gettin swoll off bread and waterI don't know if they fags or whatSearch a nigga down, and grabbin his nutsAnd on the other hand, without a gun they can't get noneBut don't let it be a black and a white oneCause they'll slam ya down to the street topBlack police showin out for the white copIce Cube will swarmon ANY motherfucker in a blue uniformJust cause I'm from, the CPTPunk police are afraid of me!HUH, a young nigga on the warpath And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbathOf cops, dyin in L.A. Yo Dre, I got somethin to say…

“UNITY”- Queen LatifahUh, U.N.I.T.Y., U.N.I.T.Y. that's a unity U.N.I.T.Y., love a black man from infinity to infinity (Who you calling a bitch?) U.N.I.T.Y., U.N.I.T.Y. that's a unity (You gotta let him know) (You go, come on here we go) U.N.I.T.Y., Love a black woman from (You got to let him know) infinity to infinity (You ain't a bitch or a ho) U.N.I.T.Y., U.N.I.T.Y. that's a unity (You gotta let him know) (You go, come on here we go) U.N.I.T.Y., Love a black man from (You got to let him know) infinity to infinity (You ain't a bitch or a ho)

Instinct leads me to another flowEverytime I hear a brother call a girl a bitch or a hoTrying to make a sister feel lowYou know all of that gots to goNow everybody knows there's exceptions to this ruleNow don't be getting mad, when we playing, it's coolBut don't you be calling out my nameI bring wrath to those who disrespect me like a dameThat's why I'm talking, one day I was walking down the blockI had my cutoff shorts on right cause it was crazy hotI walked past these dudes when they passed meOne of 'em felt my booty, he was nastyI turned around red, somebody was catching the wrathThen the little one said (Yeah me bitch) and laughedSince he was with his boys he tried to break flyHuh, I punched him dead in his eye and said "Who you calling a bitch?"

“Sound of the Police”- KRS-OneChorus:Woop-woop! That's the sound of da police!Woop-woop! That's the sound of the beast!

Verse One:Stand clear! Don man a-talkYou can't stand where I stand, you can't walk where I walkWatch out! We run New YorkPolice man come, we bust him out the parkI know this for a fact, you don't like how I actYou claim I'm sellin' crack, But you be doin' thatI'd rather say "see ya” Cause I would never be yaBe a officer? You WICKED overseer!Ya hotshot, wanna get props and be a saviourFirst show a little respect, change your behaviorChange your attitude, change your planThere could never really be justice on stolen landAre you really for peace and equality?Or when my car is hooked up, you know you wanna follow meYour laws are minimal Cause you won't even think about lookin' at the real criminalThis has got to ceaseCause we be getting HYPED to the sound of da police!

“Be Healthy”- dead prezIt's all love . . .I don't eat no meat, no dairy, no sweetsonly ripe vegetables, fresh fruit and whole wheatI'm from the old school, my household smell like soul food, brocurried falafel, barbecued tofu no fish though, no candy bars, no cigarettesonly g**** and fresh-squeezed juice from orangesexercising daily to stay healthy and I rarely drink water out the tap, cause it's filthyLentil soup is mental fruitand ginger root is good for the yout’Fresh veg-e-table with dem ital stewsweet yam fries with the green calalloo careful how you season and prepare your foodscause you don't wanna lose vitamins and mineralesand that's the jewellife brings life, it's valuable, so I eat what comesfrom the ground, it's naturallet your food be your medicine (uh huh)no Excederin (uh uh)strictly herb, generate in the sun, cause I got melanin and drink water, eight glasses a daycause that's what they sayThey say you are what you eat, so I strive to be healthymy goal in life is not to be rich or wealthycause true wealth comes from good health, and wise wayswe got to start taking better care of ourselves

Prison as Genocide

Growth of Prison Population

Jobs Go Overseas, Decline in U.S.

More Work, Same Pay

Rebel Diaz Arts Collective

THE RDACBX

Art as Message

No Human Being is Illegal

Rebel Diaz and Residente Calle 13e

Self-Determination

Multimedia Space

Political Education Workshops