America's Top Player

Chapter 2 Rapper
Is this over?

I originally thought that the golden finger had awakened, but I didn't expect that it was just the voice in my head that just cursed him as a "scumbag" and ended it hastily.

Li Ang, who didn't believe it, slapped himself twice. If a broken washing machine can be repaired this way, then a broken brain should be able to be fixed in the same way.

After ten minutes of waiting, he heard nothing except the sound of Nigo's impromptu rap coming from the surrounding area.

He finally became discouraged and carried his broken acoustic guitar to the Brownsville subway station, where he usually "worked and made money."

The New York subway is famous for its poor condition all over the world, and it took more than 100 years to build.

The subway station in Brownsville has reached a new level of deterioration.

The facilities here are extremely old and the lighting facilities flicker.

Excrement and vomit were everywhere, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of leaves.

The city clearly knows about the situation here but is too lazy to deal with it. They only serve the taxpayers.

In Brownsville, where there are so many street urchins, few people pay taxes.

There is no industry in New York that is not volatile, and the same is true for street performing.

If a street performer does not carry a hard truth like a "Glock" with him, or the protection of gang members, he will have no place in the prime begging position in the subway station.

Fortunately, Li Ang was born with a flexible tongue. After more than ten days of getting along, he had already impressed Ni Ge, who had been performing at the subway station for many years, with his superb language skills.

"Hey! Bro, why are you so late today? Luckily I saved a seat for you in advance. I just helped you chase away two blind bastards from Chester Street."

"Fuck! They don't even realize whose territory this is!"

As soon as Li Ang walked down the subway station, he saw a short man calling him loudly.

He tried his best to puff out his chest to make himself look tough and proud like a victorious general.

Why did this guy suddenly become like a gangster?
Puzzled, Leon unloaded his acoustic guitar beside him and said, "Thank you, Davis. Without you, I would have gone home empty-handed tonight."

Davis is only 20 years old, but he possesses a wealth of street smarts.

He dropped out of school and started living on the streets at least since he was 13.

Although he is short in stature, he is fierce in fights and it is common for him to draw his sword and gun.

Therefore, it earned the nickname "Bully Dog" in the subway station area.

"It's nothing, look at this~" Davis rolled up his T-shirt and showed Leon the dense tattoos on his body.

Tattoos are a culture in the black community. Having a tattoo does not necessarily mean that one has ever had gang experience. Black men are keen to carve everything they encounter in life on their bodies.

Davis, for example, would carry on his body the names of every girl he had slept with.

After a careful observation, Li Ang finally found a bright spot among the other person's messy tattoos. "You got a new tattoo?"

“Yes~ This is the most meaningful tattoo in my life~”

Li Ang glanced at him with disdain. "That's what you said last time when you carved a prostitute named Anissa. Don't mess around with this, Nico. Making money is what's important. If you don't have money in New York, you're worse off than a dog in Manhattan."

"Fuck you, bro! Look carefully, this is different! This is the exclusive tattoo of the Brownsville Bloods. If you get this tattoo without their permission, you'll be shot!"

Only then did Leon realize that Davis had been on the streets for many years and finally joined a gang.

However, this is not uncommon in Brownsville. Joining a gang is like the "nine years of compulsory education" at the University of the Sun Yat-sen University, and it is a required course.

"Whatever you want, Niko, I don't want to see your dead body on the street one day."

"Fuck! What the hell are you talking about, bro? I'm telling you I'm leaving this damn place soon. I'm going to be very successful soon!"

"What did you say?" Looking at Davis's excitement, Leon felt that the other party didn't seem to be joking.

This guy wouldn't care about leaving, or even being shot to death on the street.

But it is hard to say whether he will be able to occupy the prime begging spot at the subway station in the future.

"George, the boss of the Blood Gang, has been looking for potential rappers. He took a fancy to me and promised to introduce me to T-Ray, the former producer of NAS!" Davis put his arm around Leon's shoulders.

"Oh... This is indeed a rare opportunity."

Like all Brooklyn rappers, Davis has had a dream of becoming a rap star since he was a child. Frustrated, he has been making a living by performing Freestyle (improvisational rap) in public places such as subway stations.

As the birthplace of East Coast rap, it has nurtured countless dazzling names in rap history.

JAY-Z, NAS, Mr. Notorious, Fossey Brown
Now, training rappers has become the most important industrial chain for New York black gangs.

Compared to the high-risk drug trafficking activities, it is obvious that the rap industry has lower risks and higher profits!

A rapper who can make it onto the Billboard charts is a human money-printing machine for gangs!

The level of involution in this field is ridiculously high, and most aspiring young people will quickly disappear after releasing a single.

Li Ang still couldn't bear to break Davis' beautiful fantasy.

"Congratulations buddy, I hope you really make it big."

"It's too early to talk about rapid success! T-Ray promised to come to the subway station tomorrow to watch my live performance. I wonder if I can win his approval."

"You can do it." Halfway through his words, Li Ang looked at the broken wooden guitar beside him and suddenly thought of something.

Isn’t the time for “inspiration refresh” suggested by the mysterious voice in my mind tomorrow?
Maybe the golden finger is real?

"Bro, tomorrow night at 8 o'clock, you have to come out here and support me. I'm going to show you the best rap show in Brownsville history!"

Looking at Davis's confident look, Leon was too lazy to pour cold water on him.

His mediocre rap skills are good enough for him to curse on the streets, but he's not good at releasing records and becoming a singer.

This is no longer the era of gangsta rap in the 90s.

As the audience's level improves, people are becoming increasingly tired of the constant talk about Dick and Puxi.

After saying all this, Davis made a Blood Gang gesture to Leon and turned away.

Nick, whose head is full of dreams of becoming a star, now simply disdains the thirty or fifty dollars he earns from street performing.

After nearly two hours of hard performance that night, Li Ang's voice was almost hoarse, but he only earned a mere $15.

"Damn."

He wondered if he had chosen the wrong position all along.

The people here are not only poor, but also only interested in violent and violent rap music.

No one would pay to listen to street performers singing the Beatles' old country rock songs, which is no different from noise to people living here.

Leon put his guitar on his shoulder again and prepared to go home. Bonnie would get off work at the midnight club in more than an hour.

So he secretly kept it a secret and stuffed all the $15 into the insole of his shoe to prevent Bonnie from searching his pockets late at night.

If the other party mentioned the matter of paying back the money, he would just say, "Tonight is another day for the Air Force."

(End of this chapter)