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My Rapper System

Tyler "Ty" Johnson is a hardened gangster in the gritty neighborhoods of Brooklyn, where his reputation for ruthless efficiency keeps him at the center of the drug trade. His life takes a drastic turn during a high-stakes drug deal when a betrayal by his trusted boss, Rico, leaves him critically wounded and left for dead. Left for dead after a violent shootout, Tyler wakes up in the hospital with a mysterious app on his phone called "Rapper's Resurrection." This app offers him a second chance at life, but only if he follows its quests to become the greatest rapper of all time.

Wounded_Sloth · Urbano
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31 Chs

Studio Synergy

The studio lights cast a warm glow over the space, bouncing off the glass walls of the booth as Tyler sat on the couch, deep in thought.

Across from him, Kiana was busy scribbling something in her notepad, the rhythm of Heart on a Sleeve playing on loop in the background. Kai, the producer, was at the board, adjusting levels and ensuring everything sounded crisp.

Kai, who had worked with Tyler on the original track, was already tweaking the beats.

"You ready for this?" Kai asked, his fingers dancing over the mixing console.

"Yeah," Tyler said, standing up. He ran a hand over his low-cut fade, checking his reflection in the glass. His tattoos, especially the intricate ones snaking up his left arm, stood out under the studio lights. Despite his cool exterior, his nerves were kicking in. The system hadn't dropped a new quest yet, but he knew that wouldn't last long.

Kai hit the button for the intercom. "Aight, Tyler, jump in the booth. Let's lay down those verses again."

Tyler nodded and made his way inside the booth. As soon as Tyler put on his headphones, he zoned in. The beat dropped, and he started spitting his verses, slightly modifying his delivery from the original. This time, he played with the timing and emphasis, his adlibs punctuating his lines with more precision.

Tyler's voice flowed through the speakers:

"...Couldn't tell you how I felt back then 

Too many secrets I was trapped in sin 

Now I'm tryna make it right, let you in 

But it's hard when the guilt still creeps within..."

His voice hit each note with more finesse than before, and his adlibs—the echoes and flourishes he threw in—were on point. He was learning to use the space between his lines more effectively, adding layers to the track without overcrowding it.

Tyler stepped out of the booth. Next up was Kiana. She stood up, adjusting her sleek outfit before stepping into the booth. Even though her pop background differed from Tyler's gritty style, she had a natural charisma and professionalism that couldn't be ignored. Despite her recent setbacks, she was still a force to be reckoned with.

Kiana's voice had a smooth, almost haunting quality that blended well with Tyler's deeper, more raw laidback tones. As she started singing her verse, the energy shifted in the room:

"...I built my walls high, kept 'em out of sight,

But you broke 'em down with a single light.

Now I'm lost in the echoes, tryna find my way,

But the heart never heals when it's led astray..."

Her vocals floated over the track effortlessly, adding a contrasting softness to Tyler's raw edge. The chemistry between their voices was unbelievable, creating a dynamic balance that elevated the song to a whole new level.

Kai leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he listened closely to the playback. The fusion of Tyler's street-hardened laidback grit with Kiana's polished, soft melodic sound was working far better than anyone had expected. Even though Kiana had been out of the spotlight for a while, she still had the talent and work ethic that made her a star in the first place.

Once Kiana finished her verse, she stepped out of the booth, catching her breath. "How's that sound, Kai?" she asked, wiping a bit of sweat from her forehead.

"Fire," Kai said with a grin. "The contrast between you two is somethin' else. We're cookin' up a hit here."

As the final chorus played, Kai nodded toward the booth. "Tyler, think you could rework that last adlib? I feel like we can make it hit harder."

Tyler glanced at Kiana, who gave him an encouraging nod. He was about to step into the booth again when the system chimed in his phone.

[New Quest: Deliver a perfect adlib sequence on the remix. Reward: +200XP and a boost in Adlib Mastery]

He grinned, stepping back into the booth. "Let's run it back."

With the beat in his ears, Tyler laced his adlibs into the track seamlessly, each echo adding depth to the song. He was determined to nail it—not just for the system reward, but because he wanted to prove that he belonged in this room, with these people.

Kai nodded in approval as the final playback rolled. "That's it. That's the one."

Kiana smiled, clearly impressed. "You're good, Tyler. Like, really good."

Tyler tried to play it cool, but inside, he felt a swell of pride. "Appreciate that, Kiana."

[Quest Complete. Rewards: 200XP, Adlib Mastery (A-)]

[Rapper Attributes:]

[Level 2: 750/1500 XP]

[Bars: B-]

[Creativity: C]

[Delivery: B]

[Flow: B]

[Lyricism: A-]

[Performance: C+]

[Popularity: B-]

[Production Knowledge: D+]

[Street Cred: A]

[Work Ethic: A+]

[Skills:]

[Ad-lib Mastery (A-)]

[Songwriting Enhancement (C+)]

[Recording Efficiency Boost (10%)]