The first thousand three hundred chapters and ten chapters are hard to know(2/2)
Another of his "good brothers" NAS was sitting at home wondering. He remembered that APLUS was asking him to see Jazzy's sketch. That portrait of Jazzy was both form and spirit...
So he had a very deep impression of that painting, even if APLUS burned the painting in front of him.
"But it's not right..."
The more he thought about it, the more wrong it became. "Why is Jazzy's appearance and temperament getting closer to that portrait in recent years? Instead of the other way around..."
It makes no sense. The portrait can only be compared with Jazzy's paintings back then...
Jazzy was a small street character, younger and more rustic, and with the arrogance of a peddler, which was completely incomparable to the temperament in that portrait and now...
NAS couldn't even figure it out, and suddenly, he was attracted by the talk show of the New York Gospel Radio, a subsidiary of the Inner City Broadcasting Corporation on the radio.
"APLUS! He is the pride of us African Americans, he is God sent to guide all of us Ngers, OK?"
An evangelical pastor was chatting with a strong sense of rhythm, "Work like him! Live like him! Serve God like him My friends and my listeners! No matter men, women, Black people! You can achieve success like him...more than white people! Let him lead us! The British called him Black Pharaoh, and the Fortune Magazine called him the youngest business leader in the world. It is wrong to say that he has clearly been favored by God!"
As NAS listened, he suddenly seemed to have some insights. He rushed to the CD stand in his mansion and found the double-disc selections released by Sony Columbia Records while APLUS was shot and fell into a coma.
On the cover of the black and white tone, APLUS was wearing a black tuxedo, with the baton in his hand gently raised, and the golden spotlight shone down from above.
His body is covered with glow, tall but fragile, chic but lonely.
There is also mourning and pity for the world...
As a street poet in the rap world, NAS has developed artistic cells. In a trance, he seemed to see the crucified...
"Huh!"
Chapter completed!