America's Top Player

Chapter 3 Take Me to Church

The next afternoon, Leon and Bonnie, two midnight workers, had just gotten up.

That day, Bonnie was more manic than ever, pointing at Leon's nose and attacking continuously.

Although there were still more than two hours before the time agreed with Davis, Leon could no longer stay in the house and walked out dejectedly with his guitar on his back.

He walked through a graffiti wall covered with gang logos and came to a church where a charity organization provided meals to the extremely poor and homeless every day.

For the young men in Brownsville who care about their reputation, they would rather starve to death than eat this kind of relief meal.

As a young man in his early twenties with healthy limbs, Li Ang can feel the contemptuous gazes of middle-aged homeless people every time he comes to get meals.

But he didn't care at all. There was no point in talking if he couldn't even fill his stomach.

"Fxxk! Sweet corn and mashed potatoes again!" Li Ang cursed while eating.

Five days out of seven it was rotten mashed potatoes with sickly sweet corn.

He even couldn't help but wonder what the relationship was between the founder of this charity organization and Mr. Khrushchev, otherwise why would he have such a fanatical obsession with corn and potatoes.

He forced himself to swallow the mashed potatoes with difficulty and looked towards the church in confusion.

The statue of Jesus stands there with his arms open, looking like he is embracing the poor people who are queuing up for relief meals in front of him.

Suddenly his vision became blurred, and the church, the statue of Jesus, and the cross all appeared.
These images twisted together, and the shocking rock music poured into his mind like an unstoppable steel torrent.

I was born sick but i love it
I was born with a disability but I am happy

Command me to be well
The Holy Edict ordered me to become a perfect woman
A-amen amen amen
Amen Amen Amen
"WTF is this?"

The beat, notes, lyrics, and images were all engraved in Li Ang's mind like they were carved with a knife.

The mashed potatoes in his hand scattered all over the floor, and he hadn't yet fully realized what was happening.

After searching repeatedly in his mind, he finally confirmed that this was a sound he had never heard before.

"awesome"

From the lyrics to the arrangement, there is nothing wrong with this song.

An uncontrollable smile appeared on his face, and it was a bit perverted.

The group of homeless people around him, tortured by life and losing their minds, looked up at him with confused expressions.

"Enjoy your rotten potatoes, you bastard!" Leon patted the black homeless man beside him, then rushed towards the subway station.

The people of Brownsville seemed to know that a big shot like T-Ray would be coming today, and the subway platform was crowded with onlookers.

There was no doubt that this was Davis's doing. He had already informed the entire community before anything was done, not even the dog was left out.

It fits well with Nico's character of being ambitious and ostentatious.

After finally squeezing out a gap in the crowd, Leon finally saw Davis, who was now engaged in a passionate battle (swearing) with a passerby MC.

"Yo~ My dick is like a giant hammer drill, tonight I will unclog your girlfriend's tunnel~"

"Nico from the slums is about to become a millionaire. Go tell your sister and maybe I'll cover her Puxi with gold~"

The crowd swayed their bodies following the pauses in the rhyme, and never hesitated to offer exclamations and applause when they heard the "hit points" of the song.

Under Davis' powerful verbal attack, the tall black man on the opposite side was quickly defeated.

His face turned purple and he could only flee in panic.

"Bully Dog" Davis once again crushed his opponent and added another simple victory to his battle MC (improvisational confrontation) career.

Li Ang was not very familiar with this form of music.

In his impression, this is essentially no different from the art of speaking in English that existed in the University of Tokyo a thousand years ago and was popular among beggars.

Davis never wrote a complete work. As a battle MC, his aggressive lyrics and fancy techniques were the only reason he attracted T-Ray's interest!

"Get out of the way, you dirty bastards!"

There were curses coming from the direction of the subway entrance.

The crowd of onlookers consciously stood on both sides, leaving a passage in the middle.

A fat man with a big beard, under the close protection of two thugs, walked up to Davis leisurely while smoking a cigar.

Half of his ten fingers were adorned with ostentatious diamond rings, and even more eye-catching was the huge gold chain on his chest that was thicker than a dog leash.

If such a high-profile wealthy man walked into Brownsville under normal circumstances, he would be home in his underwear within ten minutes.

But this guy is the famous T-Ray in Brownsville.

Not only does he have a gang background, but he also produced rap superstars like "Son of New York" NAS.

"Are you Bully Dog Davis? The man known as the toughest man in Brownsville?"

T-Ray was wearing sunglasses, so no one could see his expression, which made Davis, who usually behaved tough, suddenly nervous.

"Yes sir."

A tall, tattooed man standing next to T-Ray immediately sneered, "This bastard is scared like a frightened little bitch, and he dares to call himself the toughest man in Brownsville?"

"Shut up, Martin!" T-Ray said in a deep voice while taking a big puff on his cigar: "Come on, let me see what you can do!"

The onlookers cheered and encouraged Davis. He took a deep breath and tried to stay calm, vowing to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

With charming 808 drum beats coming from the speakers, Davis flew along with the accompaniment and began the most important Freestyle performance of his life.

The thick lips were like a magical machine gun, and the dirty and obscene words that came out of them quickly ignited the atmosphere on the scene.

But T-Ray never moved his body to the melody.

"Stop it"

T-Ray stopped the performance halfway through, "Is this all you know? Don't you have any original works of your own?"

“This is my original work.”

T-Ray laughed mockingly, "You call this a work?"

"Kid, do you think this is still the golden age of 90s gangsta rap?"

"If all you can do is curse, then my mother is much better than you. She can curse non-stop for 24 hours."

"If you could make your debut, then my mom would have become Madonna a long time ago."

People around burst into laughter, and the subway station was filled with a happy atmosphere.

Davis clenched his fists tightly, but had to endure the humiliation.

He said in an almost pleading tone: "Bro, please, I really need this opportunity."

T-Ray threw the cigar butt at Davis' feet and turned away without hesitation. "You haven't realized how cruel the entertainment industry is. You won't get any charity there by begging for mercy."

Just as he was walking up the stairs of the subway station, he stopped in his tracks when he heard a sudden singing voice.

Take me to church
Take me to church

I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I will worship your lies like a loyal dog
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Confess all my sins, you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Death that gave me eternal life
Good god let me give you my life
Lord, let me dedicate my life to you.
The crazy and hoarse singing voice completely fascinated T-Ray. He kept scanning the subway station as if he was looking for some great treasure.

"Who?"

"Who the hell sang that?"

(End of this chapter)