Chapter 68 (1/2)

I want to know how it is possible that the street poor do not want to be signed by big record companies. But as black rappers with strong grassroots labels, they often talk about the oppression of the white class represented by the big record companies and sing them into the lyrics to win the recognition of the basic black underclass. This delicate dilemma is very difficult to deal with, ”sing for MCA.” Wave boy and even rakim can't ignore the negative impact on them after it was widely spread.

Although the wave boy beat little Lori in the open and aboveboard rap battle, and it is definitely a mistake for him to beat others, as Pablo said, ”they are also afraid of us.” rappers and the New York black gangs, which have not yet controlled the underground power of the city, are very weak in the face of the basically formed Chicago drug trafficking trust GD.

Song Ya's identity is very much on the right and left. As an old rap star who has been mixing for so many years, rakim is definitely not a fool.

At five o'clock in the morning, Pablo received a phone call from Sonya and brought some compensation conditions to the wave boy, so that the other side would be put on the wrong side.

”Well done, boy.”

Steven saw the situation eased, very satisfied, and took the initiative to lazonya to chat alone outside the store.

”No one wants to see violence happen.” Song Ya is coming with his mouth open.

”Well, these ngers never let me worry. The black community needs young people like you.” Steven yawned. ”I'm old. I can't stand it.”

”Pay attention to your health.”

After a brief conversation, old Jones came out and happily grasped song Ya's hand. ”Thanks to your child.”

”Your son is so talented that he can make little Lori like that.” Song Ya replied with a smile.

There is no doubt that the Jazz master dotes on his son, grinning, ”come on, I'm thankful that he can change his temper, and I'll learn a lesson this time.”

”Yes.”

Song ya did not forget the original intention, ”my first single MV is short of a heroine, do you have any recommendation? You know, I had a little misunderstanding with the music industry here before. I don't want to make any mistakes this time. ”

”Black girls in New York are your pick.” Steven is more and more satisfied. He looks at Song Ya and his mouth begins to disappear.

”Yes Old Jones tacitly took over the role of cheering, ”Steven is a big shot, you ask him here is to ask for the right person.”

”Ha ha ha ha...” Steven smiles and waves his hands. ”We're old. We're going to be old. It's the age of aplus.”

”I'm out of date. You're very important in Atlantic Records.”

”After all, I'm still working for white people? Jones, you used to be much more popular than me. Why don't you say, you guy, do you remember that time in '68? In Atlanta, the girl I fell in love with, did she climb into your bed? Well? ”

”Well, I don't quite remember.”

”You old man, you don't tell the truth.”

”Hey! That is you, the hatred more than 20 years ago can still be remembered. ”

”You mean I'm mean?”

”No, no, no...”

The more they chatted, the more out of tune.

”Well, to be clear in advance, the cost of my MV is very low, and the remuneration of the heroine will not be higher than $4000...” Song Ya quickly brought the topic back to business, ”one, one is good, I don't want brokers to fight again.”

”Don't worry, you wait for me to call, just these two days.” Steven promised.

At six o'clock, Pablo also came out. He went to Steven and said, ”Steven, this time...”

”Watch your little Lori, OK? Don't let that come back to me. ”

Steven warned him impolitely.

”I'll pay attention, I promise.”

Pablo was very low. He said goodbye to Steven and old Jones, winked at Song Ya and left alone.

Rakim hugged the wave boy who was still resentful and unfair, and then came out, ”since little Lori has bowed his head, this time it's over. I'm very optimistic about you. Next year's live performance with Professor Da will give you a chance to show off on stage. How about that?”

The wave boy nods wrongly.

”You little bastard, didn't rakim thank you for the chance he gave you?” Old Jones is teaching his son again.

”Thanks, rakim.” Wave boy whispered thanks.

”That's right.” Rakim patted his bruised face. ”Look, look, this face, it's like maccorleone. It's a symbol of honor. Don't cry and lose your face. But seriously, your nickname is too bad, wave boy, boy, kid, who will take you seriously? Do you have another nickname? You can't get on my stage without a loud stage name. ”

“NAS。” Wave boy says, ”they call me NAS sometimes.”

”Yes! That's a good name. ” Rakim looked back at the dozen attendants behind him. ”Isn't that good?””Yeah, yeah, yeah...”