Chicago 1990

Even for the best-selling and most influential hip-hop music magazine, it is very difficult for TheSource to make the award ceremony like this. After all, the group who buys hip-hop magazines is small and poor, and it seems that the cooperation of professional broadcasting agencies has not been discussed. You have to do everything yourself, and it is completely understandable that the organization is unsatisfactory in the first attempt.

Most of the famous singers from the east and west coasts, the midwest and the south have come to join us. It can be seen how much the entire hip-hop circle values ​​this attempt. The Grammy, AMA and even the black soul train music awards have different degrees of hip-hop music. Except for Song Ya himself, De Rui, and other hip-hop stars who have won mainstream awards, all other singers are extremely eager to have a stage that truly belongs to them.

"But this is not so good, right?"

Song Ya watched the growing crowd of ‘onlookers’ on the edge of the stage and complained to Al sitting next to him, “Don’t be afraid of being simple, but at least don’t let the outside world look down on the self-organization ability of hip-hop circles.”

"Self-organization? Are you serious?"

The big A in the back interjected with a grin, "I heard that TheSource magazine allocated 100 seats to the West Coast. This time they came with 30 lame gangs, 30 blood gangs, and 15 predators. For these seats, the three also held a gang meeting in Los Angeles and almost fought on the spot."

Song Ya rolled his eyes and stopped mentioning this.

"The winning song is: LondonBridge! From Fergie! Welcome!"

Even though LondonBridge had won the bulletin board title and Song Ya, the Chicago rap king’s public relations, CAA seemed to have quietly used it. TheSource magazine, as the main media attacking Fergie’s white identity at the time, still only lost a small prize. Moreover, it was arranged at the very beginning of the ceremony to hurriedly award awards at a time when the order on the spot has not stabilized.

There is no close-up camera, even if there is one, because there is no light that hits the auditorium after the headlight on the top of the theater is turned off. Fergie took a deep breath, stood up, and brought the two black women. The follower walked to the stage.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Song Ya exclaimed when she walked to her side.

She waved back to indicate that she knew, and then walked onto the stage with the music of'Lunding, Lunding, Lunding...'

"Bi Chi..."

"White women get out of here!"

"Hip-hop music belongs to African Americans!"

The black girls shouted and screamed from the black audience.

The men on the stage laughed. Fergie is still wearing the iconic low-waisted short skirt, small suspenders, and a large Gucci jacket. It was transformed into a boutique by the famous black fashion designer and buyer in New York Dapper Dan. Customized hip-hop style.

As a black, DapperDan was famous for selling fake brand names at first, and then he also made genuine goods. He caught the black nouveau riche for fear that others would not know that he was wearing brand-name clothes. He made various big-name logos bigger and put them in clothes and The outside of the packaging bag is conspicuous, and I am not satisfied with just one. Instead, it fills the entire row and the entire surface. It has been a great success for more than a decade, and it has gone out of the black circle and is very popular among the new rich in Asia. His ideas were simply copied back by those big names. Similar official models have been released recently, but those big names have backhanded DapperDan. Recently, it has been reported that the store is going to be closed. Who told him he likes to sell knockoffs.

"Uh..." Fergie took the trophy from the award-presenting guest and cleared her throat.

The black males who were on the edge of the stage looked up and down her body with their prey eyes, while the women curled their mouths and looked disdainful. The shouts under the stage gradually rose to insults.

"Thank you, I'm honored, uh..."

Fergie must be a little embarrassed. She leaned her mouth close to the microphone and unconsciously shook the trophy in her hand, "Yo... New York friends..."

Song Ya felt a little bad, stood up and stared at the dim auditorium, trying to make the black girls shut their mouths.

The Al, Big A and others around him also all stood up with a scream. The movement was not small, and everyone else looked to the far left side where they were.

A group of old black people staring at people is still very deterrent. Those black girls really did not dare to speak. Only the black girl sitting behind Latifah responded loudly: "APLUS, you should not be obsessed with those Bai Niu, look at me...haha..." He should also be a little singer, shaking his shoulders at Song Ya while talking, shook his large upper body, and amused all Latifa in front.

"Thank you TheSource Magazine for giving me this award, and my record company..."

Fergie took the opportunity to calm down and said a thank you note.

"This is New York, Chicagoan M-Fxxk is safe!"

Song Ya's deterrence and the local black girl's remarks upset the New York men, and someone shouted.

"Who is there?"

Unable to see who the scolding was, Tony made a **** to the source of the reputation, trying to find the person.

"Thank you, thank you everyone." Fergie had already spoken the scene as quickly as possible and walked off the stage.

"Tony! Sit down!"

When the goal is achieved, Song Ya is afraid that Tony will make things worse, so he turns around to stop his cousin and let his men sit down again.

"Guess what? Maybe we should teach the billionaire who likes to lick the white guy today!"

"Don't think we are afraid of your APLUS, even if you are from GD!"

"Fuck your DIVA! You shouldn't be here!"

After he sat down, the men in New York scolded more fiercely.

"Thank you." Immediately after Fergie stepped down, she wrapped his arms around his neck and pecked on the cheek.

"Don't be afraid, you go and sit down." Song Ya told her to sit back, "Tony, silencer, let's send her away when someone doesn't pay attention. Don't wait for the award ceremony to end."

"Okay, you also be careful." Tony also knew that he couldn't stand up anymore in this situation, otherwise the conflict would definitely intensify.

Fortunately, the award ceremony continued, and the attention of the old blacks was quickly diverted.

In the middle of the awards ceremony, there were more and more people on the stage, and it was already chaotic like the scene of a Battle game in a nightclub, or a low-end nightclub with poor order...

Then 2PAC, wearing a red jumper with a blood gang and a red baseball cap, appeared on the stage with a lot of gang accents, "I'm on bail, bail..."

The song that this guy performed live is ‘OutOnBail’, bail, he was just released on bail, because of the sexual assault and abuse case at the end of last year, he was very proud. "I was released on bail. The **** was a false accusation. The police officers and prosecutors in Los Angeles wanted to frame me, but I have money and can afford a good lawyer, so I am very shameless. Don't want to lock me in the Los Angeles cell... …"

Although the content of the lyrics is very rough and straightforward, this guy is a born star. He walked from side to side on the noisy stage, constantly controlling body language and hip-hop gestures, and quickly attracted everyone’s attention to him. In a person, rhythm and flow are also top notch.

"Just now, go, leave here."

Song Ya took the opportunity to ask Tony and the others to quietly send Fergie and her attendants away.

"Isittrue!..." 2PAC also boasted that he and Jenny Jackson had filmed ‘flick’. This time, the words at the beginning of F are a bit of another suggestion. It seems that his relationship with Jenny Jackson is really bad.

The old black people in the audience shouted strangely.

"I bail bail, gang life will never give up..." 2PAC's voice is the most suitable for gang rap. Now it has the blessing of being in prison like Snoop Dogg, and it has a better reputation among the black community. , Very respected.

"He recently got together with Jodeci again."

The big A who wandered back from nowhere approached to report.

"Well, I know." 2PAC has a good relationship with the New York rap circle, and it is especially good with the bragging fathers of Harlem, such as Biggie and Jodeci, which is not surprising.

"I just inquired about one thing, guess what?" Big A continued.

"Don't sell it."

"Mary Blige has signed Sugonite's agency to switch from Uptown Records to MCA."

"Really?"

Song Ya looked back, staring at Big A's face, "Is this impossible?"

Even though Sugnett has a good relationship with Bragging Dad, even if Uptown Records is originally an MCA label, Mary Blige, a West Coast female singer, is Bragging Dad who wants to get her big name in particular, and the contract expires. You should also switch to the bad boy record that brags your father. How can Sugonite be signed and run to MCA?

"So Sugnet and she didn't come to the scene, bragging father was very angry, didn't you see it?" Big A showed off.

"Defection?"

Bragging Papa is one of the producers of Mary Blige’s famous debut album. When K-Ci was still alive, they and Jodeci had long held a group against Harrell, the owner of Uptown Records. It was a deadly friendship. In reality Have been mixed.

"It seems that Mary Blige doesn't want to sign with a small company like Bad Boy Records." Big A said.

He is a DJ, and he is more familiar with the black music circle than Song Ya. This judgment is correct. Mary Blige is already known as Aretha Franklin’s successor. The music career has a good momentum, and he brags. No matter how the old man has a good relationship with the New York hip-hop media, Bad Boy Records is still a small label with no major achievements. Mary Blige did not want to go is a very rational choice.

At this time, no friendship is good.

It's just bragging that Dad's dream is breaking.

"Smart woman." Song Ya exclaimed.

Mary Blige is very clever. She knew that this action was too offensive to the bragging father, so she signed Sugonite's agency. There is a blood gang, and the bragging father can't move her. . Maybe Jodeci has made the same choice, because they have recently joined hands with 2PAC to play songs and seem to be far away from the bragging father.

Only in this way, Sugonite was too stupid. In order to earn commissions from Mary Blige and Jodeci, he ruined the good situation of the East Coast rap label, which was so hard to run, and the bragging father. Fighting against each other is affirmative.

Of course, Mary Blige and Jodeci are both popular, and offending a small New York label owner for this profit does not seem unacceptable.

What about the joint propaganda they just started? Was the biggest opponent of the Chicago Conference so ruined by infighting?

Song Ya almost laughed out loud. Sugonite's brain circuit is really a bit weird. He doesn't really intend to unify the east and west coasts, right? With the regional complex of gang rap, can he really do it?

"The winner is: APLUS!"

Finally it was my turn to win the award. Perhaps it was to protest the lack of emphasis on rap music by the AMA, Grammys and Soul Train Music Awards. TheSource has set up numerous awards, and Song Yaluo has won a significant creation award.

"Hey, NAS."

He walked onto the stage accompanied by Dion Wilson and Al, took the trophy from his brother NAS, and shook the stage. It was very dark, and most of the audience’s expressions were not visible, only the front row was angry. Daddy and Derry looked at themselves with piercing eyes.

"Thank you, uh..."

I adjusted my mood, stood behind the small podium, and raised the microphone a little bit.

"Thanks to TheSource magazine for giving me the affirmation, and congratulations to them for holding such a successful awards ceremony, which truly belongs to our hip-hop..."

He began to comment with a big look.

"Hip-hop music has long been ignored by mainstream awards..."

There is another task at this awards ceremony. After speaking, it’s planned and organized language to gradually extend the topic. There are some new hatreds and old hatreds. It’s time to be liquidated together. "I noticed some New Yorkers just now. My friends don't welcome me..." he said with a smile.

"It's almost there! Get off the stage and go to Chicago! Don't dare!"

Some people below laughed knowingly, and some yin and yang yelled strangely.

"I'm sorry, please allow me to say a few more words...seriously, I love New York very much. I am the second favorite after Chicago..."

He continued to recall the past, "I remember when I first arrived in New York a few years ago, I was a Chicago teenager wearing second-hand clothes. To some extent, I was successful in New York..."

"In fact, I can particularly appreciate the feelings of everyone here. We need this award so much. We have encountered many unfair things in this country, the slander and disregard of the mainstream media, racial discrimination..."

Hearing this, UU read www.uukanshu. Derui under the com stage rolled his eyes, "OMG this double-headed snake has started again..."

"I still remember……"

Song Ya paused, put his hands on the podium, bowed his head, and made a stable mood, "I still remember the first major record company I entered, SBK, I will never forget... the first time I sat in their conference room. , Oh my goodness, that's so white, one..."

Putting a finger up, "There is no Nger..."

The audience laughed this time.

"It's hard to imagine how my friends who survived those days, I was even given a watermelon... from, from one of their executives, who seems to be Rob? Or Robert or something, yes, Robert... …"

"WTF?" Some reporters in the audience immediately got up and left. "Where is the public phone? Take me, hurry, hurry!"

"I remember that scene very clearly. He asked the secretary to cut a beautifully sliced ​​red watermelon compote into my studio."

"I……"

He touched his forehead, slightly choked up, "I was only sixteen years old, and I don't even know what the other party's behavior means. Although my career has been successful now, that scene...that scene is forever imprinted. In my memory, every time I think about it is a bad experience."

"Fxxk white guy!" someone shouted below.

Feeling someone approaching with a camera, he wiped a hand on his face, "I am very happy. Today, brothers and sisters from the East Coast, West Coast, Midwest, and South gather here. The organizer is our own, the judges The meeting will be the same, the award-presenting guests and the winners, we are connected with each other in heart, watch and help each other, just like a big family..."

"Is this NGe running for the commander?"

The angry old man couldn't help it, and spit on his attendants.