Chapter 269 Impromptu Battle

The basic rules of the joint promotion have been set at the first meeting, mutual help is equal, if the promotion scale of one side exceeds, the other party has to pay a sum of cash to buy the local DJ, the amount is negotiated with each other.

Song Ya and Lao Qiao both have albums to be released this year, Escube and Derry on the west coast will also release albums, 2PAC’s first album was released at the end of last year, and they will also participate in it. For the album and the collaboration single with Boyz II Man, only the east coast is relatively quiet, so everyone will give some cash to Rakim and NAS.

Song Ya made a calculation in her heart. Judging from this meeting, the momentum of the east coast rap circle has been far behind by the west coast. Rakim, who is considered to have redefined flow, is trying to get rid of Eric B, the brother of life and death. Due to Fei's scandal, his popularity in the rap circle has been greatly reduced. And JJ Cool J, who often win awards, has actually begun to pass away.

Though Dre, the leader of West Coast gangsta rap and gangsta funk, has also suffered a slump in popularity after defecting from the lame-backed Ruthless Records to Bloody Row Records. But there's Escouber on the West Coast, who's going really well right now, all the gangsta rap audiences, East and West Coast rap, and he's making a name for himself in Hollywood with 'Boys on the Block' and MC Hammer is on the way.

Of course, Song Ya has a bit of capital now. The Source magazine believes that he is a master of fusion RAP. From second-hand stores to Empire State Of Mind to i hate u i love u, he will say (RAP)-sing-say new music The genre was fixed, and in i hate u i love u began to further blur the boundary between speaking and singing. Philby of Rolling Stone magazine directly defined his music style as Chicago rap.

"NAS, are you still not releasing your debut album this year?"

At the end of the meeting, Song Ya and NAS walked out while chatting, "Yeah, I guess it will take half a year to polish, and I will release some singles this year." NAS replied.

"What single?"

"Half time."

NAS hummed, "Before a blunt, I take out my fronts, Then I start to front, matter of fact,

I be on a manhunt, You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer, That's like ;X, catchin the Jungle Fever, ;x King poetic, too much, I'm major, ;ain't Brave- r, I'll pull a number like a pager..." Very gangster.

"hey-hey!"

His last lyric mocking the Atlanta rap scene aroused the dissatisfaction of the singers who came with BABYFACE, "Kids on the east coast, M-FXXK, be careful when you speak!"

"Come on! Come on! Let's compete?" An impromptu Battle, NAS has never been afraid of anyone, and provoked the opponent on the spot.

"FXXK." An unknown junior came out from the opposite side, "I want to teach this kid a lesson."

"Dilai!" Song Ya asked Dilai to play a simple drum accompaniment of "bang bang bang".

"Ho!"

There was excitement, people gathered around, and the young singer was in the middle of the NAS circle. Big A took two microphones and bluffed and shouted: "As I said in advance, this is Chicago, my brother and I APLUS' site, so, let's decide the rules, OK? Who will come first?"

NAS lifted his chin towards him.

"45 seconds each, keep your distance." Big A announced the rules and handed the microphone to the other party.

The other party held the microphone and nodded to catch the beat, "YO! Now, here, Chicago, APLUS's den, white guys come and go outside, but I still want to say. You! NAS! How dare you disrespect the people of Atlanta..."

After 45 seconds of singing, the crowd was already excited. Song Ya looked up to find Fergie, beckoned her over and hugged her, and swayed her body along with the rhythm.

"Rakim testified that the Lord was crowned king in New York, touched himself and found my 9mm gun..."

NAS gestured with his thumb and index finger like a gun, and pointed at the other person's forehead, "Trust me, it can burst a beautiful cavity in your head..."

It was still the standard talking and cursing, the NAS was astonishing, and after 45 seconds, the other party was stupefied. He took the microphone handed over by Big A, and shook his body with the beat, but he didn't say a word for a long time.

The crowd booed.

"Hey, you M-FXXK get the hell out." 2PAC pushed him away and grabbed the microphone, "M-FXXK from the east coast, what were you talking about with a pacifier in your mouth? M-FXXK, let 2PAC teach you How to walk You M-FXXK..."

This kid bounced his body and spat out harsh and dirty words, his sense of rhythm and momentum did not lose to NAS at all.

"NAS has met an opponent." Rakim and other big bosses also came over.

The two fought each other for a few rounds, Song Ya looked coldly as if the anger on both sides was on the rise, forehead to forehead, the two kept swearing about the truth, they fucked each other's family women, and burned each other Hundreds of brothers punched each other with hundreds of bullet holes...

"Ahem." He covered his mouth and looked around the field, it seemed that no one had the confidence to join in.

"Huh?" He saw his contracted singer Common Sense standing on the periphery with a look of disdain, "Common!" He winked at him.

"Big A, let Common go up and try." He yelled at Big A.

Big A was grinning all the time, and he was about to climax, "OK, you two, come down and have a rest, I invite A+ Records, Common Sense in Chicago!"

"Follow the rhythm, don't stop, NGers full of street, fans and guns, follow the rhythm, don't stop, NGers lost on the west coast, follow the rhythm, don't stop, cheer for the so-called gangsters NGers, follow Go to the rhythm, don't stop, cheers for the two ballet pussies NGer, follow the rhythm..."

"WTF!"

Common Sense just sang two jazzy raps, 2PAC and NAS suddenly exploded and led their followers into the arena, 2PAC pushed Common Sense to the ground.

Dion Wilson and his entourage immediately 'faced'.

"Hey! Hey! Don't break the rules NGer!" Big A immediately stepped forward with Tony, Muffler and others to stop the imminent scuffle.

"FXXK! Don't start a world war with me!"

'Big Brother' Song Ya said, "Let's go, let's continue the party." He asked De Lai to turn off the music and drive away the crowd, "What's going on?" He still didn't understand the reason for the sudden attack what is it.

"Both 2PAC and NAS have good ballet training." Rakim next to him explained in a low voice.

"Did you hit the sore spot ah?"

Song Ya laughed, skipping the ballet that is noble and sissy (the black people at the bottom think so)? This is not a gangster at all, no wonder the two of them would blow up their hair, the character design collapsed! But this is not surprising, the rappers who can be mixed now are actually good cultural literacy, after all, they have to write their own lyrics, and the street experience can be boasted casually, it is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

"Your mouth hurts Common too much." He patted the dust off Common's clothes.

"Find out the hypocrisy of gangsta rappers." Common Sense still had a mocking sneer on his face.

"No one will treat you as dumb if you don't speak."

Eskub came over and pointed at him, "You signed a big mouth, APLUS." He left with a straight face.

"It seems that we need to plan this kind of gathering carefully in the future."

Song Ya smiled helplessly, "Forget it, don't make trouble anymore, let's get through this party safely." He said to Big A.

"Of order, boss." Big A went to dim the lights, and played a soothing and ambiguous slow shake.

Everyone's attention was immediately shifted to the spirits and the opposite sex beside them.

"APLUS, thank you for inviting us." The trumpeter of the Chicago Orchestra who was invited last time came over to thank them. They all 'captured' the target, each with their arms around one.

Then there are several harmony singers who participated in the recording of Beautiful Girls, as well as various small roles of men and women.

"Little things, have fun."

Song Ya finished dealing with them with a smile, and walked to her office with her arms around Fergie, "Huh?" Twist the doorknob, can't it open? "M-FXXK! Who's in there!?"

"APLUS, save me!" Old Joe's wailing came out.