Every Dog Has It'z Day Music Never Sleeps Limited Edition

By Nex Saturday and Rosemary Aboh

Number Ny reflects in his own words. Number has a hard life growing up in the rough streets of Bridgeport, Connecticut with his sister Arena dealing with his alcoholic mother Judy & her short temper & listening to his father Yoshi's words of wisdom. Number has a intense, lustful, & huge passio

• Language: English
• Publisher: Spirit In The Sky Presents
• Release date: Jan 8, 2022
• ISBN: 9781088015247

Nex Saturday

This is Brandon A Newton's debut battle rap hip hop urban spiritual fiction novel Music Never Sleeps which peaked at the top 10 on kindle later copyrighted under Every Dog Has It'z Day Paperback Limited Edition. Brandon is an Entrepreneur/Writer who was born in Connecticut and has studied for his Bachelor's in Communication at University of Phoenix as well as Creative Writing and English with a concentration in Fiction at Southern New Hampshire University

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CHAPTER 1

Music Never Sleeps

My name is Number Ny, and I got a story to tell. This is no holds barred in my own words raw and uncensored. You see at the tender age of 18 I decided to pursue my career as a rap superstar. I was sitting on the bench in McLevy Green Park which was in downtown Bridgeport smoking a fat blunt of some OG Kush with my nigga Kel. We had grown up together. Yo my nigga I need to come up somehow some way in the rap game, but I am not trying’ to sell my soul you feel me? I am not with all that Illuminati shit I said coughing from potency of the Kush. Yeah you say that now but, I feel you I been working hard perfecting my craft with these beats. Hard work and dedication pay off in the end. Kel replied as he took the blunt and inhaled, he too started coughing. Both of our eyes were red as we enjoyed the sweet euphoria of elevating our minds.

I could remember that day like it was yesterday. There were quite a few rappers I looked up to most of them were hardcore gangster rappers that were very intelligent. I grew up in The Hollow a neighborhood inside of Bridgeport, Connecticut. It was rough growing up being bullied around the age of 8 or 9. If it does not kill you it makes you tougher, so I had to endure pain and punishment numerous times.  I come from the slums the gutter a hood where you could get raped, robbed, and killed for no reason at all. My mother was mixed part Cuban had a brown skinned complexion with roots from India & worked as a registered nurse for a few years in Greenwich and then transferred to Stanford for better pay. My Father was mixed Asian, Thai, and African American who was a hard-working construction worker. My childhood was not the best, but I had my moments. I was one of them rare kids in the hood that had both parents in a single household.  There were a lot of kids from broken homes raised in violence and mayhem. Drugs, guns, and senseless murders infested the streets. It was a complete and total war zone even the highways and byways were crazy with people going on high speed chases trying to duck and dodge the law at all costs. There were even prostitutes who were whoring their way to the next meal ticket who would literally sell their soul for money and drugs. Some would try to play Captain Save A Ho, but their pimps wouldn’t have none of that shit they had them bitches on lock down properly trained and turned out to the max. I had promised myself a long time ago I would never sell my soul because that is something the devil will never give back or so I thought. 

I got more than I bargained for. I was not an only child I have a sister Arena who I love to death. The thing I love about my sister she always has my back. I remember beefing with this girl named Melissa in the 8th grade and this girl for whatever reason did not like me at all. She was insulting me that whole day, so I told my sister Arena at lunch time because we went to the same elementary school. After school my sister confronted her, and she lied about the situation, so my sister smacked her right across the right cheek. It was a hard slap to leaving Melissa’s olive Italian skin with a red mark. Tears came running down her face as she ran off. Problem solved.  She never bothered me again. My sister was taller than me at the time before I hit my growth spurt. Arena was pretty so she had no problem getting dates. Arena was the type if she had something on her mind, she would speak on it, so she was very outspoken. She was not your typical girl street fighter. She was trained in Martial Arts, Muay Thai, Kickboxing, and Tai Kwan Doe. I would soon follow and learn the same techniques. In today’s world you had to be properly trained to defend yourself in any given situation.

Your typical gangster would use a gun, but real men use their fists to settle any dispute. In my freshmen year I had my very first girlfriend who I fell in love with was my high school sweetheart Sabrina Mendez who was this pretty girl half black half Puerto Rican dime piece. She was so beautiful with her long jet-black hair. I was in awe about her coke bottle figure. I knew or had a feeling she was my soul mate or so I thought. After a month of being friends with benefits I asked her out and she said yes. I had quite a few dudes who were jealous and envious of me over dating her, but I did not care. They could do two things about it nothing and like it. We both lost our virginity to each other which was cool because I did not want any leftovers.  I had met Kel in the 10th grade as well who would go on to be one of my main producers. When I found out Kel did beats it was on and poppin from there on out. Kel at the time was using different audio mixing tools to make his beats and he had all the right equipment to start out with it was cheap, but it was affordable and good for now until he moved up. I remember being in the high school cafeteria sitting at the lunch table freestyling while Kel would beat box. My interest in Rap & Hip Hop with all the glitz and glamour that came with it did not start until I was eighteen and fresh out of High School. I was happy I received my High School Diploma it was a highlight in my life. It was hard work, but sometimes in life you got to go hard or go home.

I would later go on to study at a Community College but dropped out after one semester. I did not want a square job working a regular nine to five. I felt I was better than that. The day after High School graduation I was with Kel in his room listening to some beats he had recently made. The pioneer speakers he had were bumpin with the sub woofers.  That is when I started writing fast and furious to develop my writing skills. I was too much of a beast to have a ghost writer write my shit. Sabrina supported me in pursuing my dreams and goals as a Recording Artist and Entrepreneur. I do not think she knew it back then, but I was determined to get rich and make it out the hood. I did not want to stay stuck in the hood forever because there was so much more the world had to offer then living in the slums. It was all I talked about I was obsessed with the battle rap & Hip-Hop world. It was alluring to me it was fascinating and I felt I had something to offer. Kel suggested I put out a mix tape, so I agreed and after a few months the mix tape was done with Kel producing all the instrumentals. I released the mix tape on several different urban music and social network websites. I called it Too Hood to Be True, and over the next few weeks the mix tape was getting good reviews and two thumbs up. We even did a little low budget music video off one of the track’s called Connecticut Mobsters that we filmed at Seaside Park on the south side of Bridgeport.  In my opinion I was pure unsigned hype just waiting to be discovered. I called Kel on his cell Yo what up nigga? The mix tape we did is going crazy right now. Shit I am not surprised we from The Port. We only release fire anything less would be uncivilized. Kel replied boastfully.

Then one day I went on my social media account to find out there was a battle league in Connecticut called Connecticut Rap Battle League.  I called the Owner/Founder who went by the name of Tuesday. They were established well with thousands of subscribers. Tuesday also had rapping skills as well as I saw a couple videos of her free styling. I remember writing an email to her saying Yo this fuckin mix tape I got out now is the shit I am hot right now. As a matter of fact, I will put up $500 dollars against your best rap battler if they can match me the winner will get a rack. Trust me the views will go through the roof I got bars on bars on bars. Over the next couple of days, she responded to my email and she agreed by saying I got you an opponent already and he is one of our top tier battle rappers who goes by the rap name Cake. Normally you would have to try out but judging by your mix tape which had a few freestyle tracks I’m going to make an exception." The battle matches up was scheduled to be in two weeks, so I prepared for it by working on my writing and delivery. I was familiar with Cake around the hood, but we never hung out or anything like that. He was from the West Side of Bridgeport. I watched plenty of rap battles and I was always impressed of how rap battlers can remember everything word for word what they wrote for that battle. I learned it took a lot of practice. This art of battle rap was a phenomenon and a strong movement worldwide. There were battle rappers who would freestyle as well, but it was a craft you had to work hard at to master and entertain the battle rap fans or Rap & Hip-Hop fans in general. I decided I would freestyle the third round since we were going to go two minutes each.

                  I had done some research on my opponent Cake and I searched his name on social media to peep his whole game and found a couple battles that were uploaded on CRBL social media channel. I clicked on a battle he had against some dude named One Eye Jack who only had one eye.  I noticed Cake had great delivery and wordplay. I personally I thought I had better punch lines then he did.  This video had reached over 100,000 views in less than a month, but I really was not impressed. This would be my first battle and I planned on coming out swinging with bar after bar of lyrical destruction. I made sure I memorized my first two rounds because I did not want to forget and choke like some other battle rappers do when they are not on point or focused.  In the rap battle world, you cannot slip up on your delivery or performance which could cause you to lose the battle.

  CHAPTER 2

Music Never Sleeps

Two weeks came quick as I was prepared and ready on the day of the event of my very first rap battle which was based in Fairfield, CT. I showed up wearing some True Religion jeans, a custom-made Number Ny t-shirt, a Number Ny fitted, and some classic Nike Air Griffey Max 1's. I stood six feet even at the time and would later go on to be taller. Cake was about five foot ten inches with corn rows and a slim build and was mixed being half black half white.  He had on some jeans with a white custom-made Cake t-shirt that said Swag Don’t Come Cheap with a money sign. Cake also had on some classic rare Nike Air Pippen Black Varsity Red 97's which were hard to find until this day I do not know how he got them. Jason AKA Cake also had a custom-made snap back on with the imprint Cake $. Twenty minutes later the rap battle was done, and the judges debated and debated. Finally, it came to an overtime decision which had the crowd pumped up with high intensity. I was not expecting overtime, so I had to freestyle again like I did in the third round. After we spit are bars the judges judged and chose me as the winner.

I thought I had better bars then him, but he flipped out. He did not agree with the decision and was like Fuck that shit I got robbed. He did not even want to shake my hand. I wasn’t worried and told him he could have a rematch anytime. That day was a good day for me because I walked out that venue five hundred dollars richer. I guess you could say starting out we were both hood rich with different kind of side hustles.

After a few weeks my battle with Cake reached over one hundred thousand views with over three thousand likes and hundreds of comments. I browsed through the comments and some were positive, and some were negative, but the positives outweighed the negative energy. After all the good buzz I decided to drop my second mix tape called Fuck You, Pay Me: The Hood Chronicles. I had Kel produce the mix tape just like my first one. We were turning into a dynamic duo that was fully focused. We were so focused Kel and I used to break night and get no sleep as I would be trying to get my lyrics right and Kel was trying to find that perfect beat. After the mix tape was done and released on the internet, I started to hang out more with my High School sweetheart Sabrina. Ever since we graduated from High School we did not hang out as much because I was usually mainly focused on battle rap and my music. I called her on a Friday afternoon on her cell phone. What’s up Sabrina I was wondering if you wanted to go out to eat for a dinner and a movie at the theater? I know we have not been hanging out much lately, but I am done with this second mix tape and I had you on my mind. After that we can hit Shazer’s Bar & Grill on Main Street for some drinks. You down with that? Hell, yeah I love Shazer’s Bar & Grill it’s been there for like twenty years. I will pick you up in about a couple hours so get ready and wear something sexy because we going to get it in tonight.

                   A couple of hours later I picked up Sabrina in my sisters four door Honda Accord Sedan I was borrowing, she had got a brand-new GMC Yukon Denali. I did not have my driver’s license yet, so I was risking my freedom, but I was a risk taker, so I did not care. Sabrina looked stunning in her tight black dress with stilettos. All black everything worked for her good and I was wearing all white everything with white on white Air Force Ones. I took her to the movies in Trumbull, CT to watch some crime and drama movie starring an A list actor I never heard of I was not a big movie fan. The movie was about two and half hours long. After that I took her out to Red Lobster’s which I wouldn’t consider a five-star restaurant, but it was the best I could do at the time. We enjoyed the food and went to Shazer’s Bar & Grill for some alcoholic beverages to party and bullshit. Sabrina went to the jukebox music player and put on & R&B slow jam track. That happened to be one of our favorite tracks. Sabrina was drinking her Long Island Iced Tea while I was knocking down shots of Incredible Hulk and Thug Passion. After an hour we both were feeling nice and in the mood for some sex action. Hey, Brina, you want to go to the telly? Which hotel sound good to you? Whatever floats your boat we can do that Nummy. Sabrina replied.  Who the hell is Nummy? I asked slurring my words a little. Sabrina giggled and said That is going to be my nick name for you from now on. I think it sounds cute don’t you think so? Sabrina smiled revealing her perfect straight white teeth.

We walked out of Shazer’s Bar & Grill and I smiled and laughed because I knew I left with the baddest bitch in there. My smile faded as a black Mercedes Benz limo pulled up and parked in front of the car I was driving. I was in awe as the chauffeur got out the car and opened the door for the Cuban owner Shazer who got out with two fine as wine Brazilian chicks. Shazer was a tall dude standing almost seven feet with a bald head and a nicely trimmed goatee. He had good taste he wore a Versace suit and tie tailor-made just for him with some shoes from Stacy Adams.  I looked at the hot smokin Brazilian dimes lustfully as he approached us. Shazer came up to me and we shook hands. So how do you two like my Bar & Grill? I own about ten of them around the United States. Shazer said as he flexed his watch which was flooded so much it needed FEMA. That watch had to be like $7 million easy. We both said, We love the bar it is been around so long it is a landmark. Shazer smiled with pride. That’s what I like to hear! he said as he entered the bar, we could hear him yell All drinks on me for the next half hour! I heard people cheering after he made that statement. Shazer seemed like a cool dude & it did not hurt he had money to blow whenever he felt like it. I envied his success because I wanted all the fame, fortune, and recognition. It was something deep down in my soul I craved for. I was money hungry and wanted the best of everything. That craving would soon turn into an addiction of all sorts of problems. Sabrina and I were good we had enough liquor for the night. We hopped in my sister's Honda

Accord Sedan and checked into the telly for a night cap. We went straight to our hotel room took each other’s clothes off and started knock in the boots. Sabrina was a lady in the light but freaky in the dark. We were both 21 years old living young, wild, and free. I am not going to sit here and talk about every single detail of our sex life because she specifically told me not to. I will however talk about my other sexual escapades later. Oh, wait I forgot this is in my own words, so I am going to tell all! Well one of the things Sabrina did not like to do is give me fellatio. If you do not know what that means do your research, but then again you might not be internet savvy. I like a bitch that gives good head but with her it was nonexistent. Yeah, the pussy was good and tight, but a blowjob completes the sexual puzzle you feel me?

                           The next morning, I woke up with a hangover, but I brushed it off and rolled a blunt of some Blue Dream. After a few pulls it felt like a bittersweet symphony. Sabrina woke up and I passed her the blunt. She took a couple of tokes and started coughing and passed it back to me. What the fuck is that? That shit is potent then a motherfucker. This right here is called Blue Dream, Grade A weed. You can even taste the blueness of it. My cell phone ring tone went off. I did not recognize the number, but I took the call anyway. Hey, Number, this is Tuesday I was on social media and your battle with Cake has over a quarter million views. I don’t think but, I know it’s going to reach over a million views. Yeah and? I replied.  Well CRBL is having a big event called the Battle Rap Impulse Championships tournament. 16 MC’s will battle in the first round.

The eight winners will battle in the second round. The third round is the final four; the fourth round is the finals the two finalists will go on to battle for the CRBL title/chain. That’s it? I replied uninterested. Oh yeah the winner will also receive a seven-thousand-dollar check, and the runner up will receive one thousand. There is also a registration fee of two hundred dollars. Now that sounds good! You can sign me up baby doll. Good the first round is in three weeks so get prepared I feel like these upcoming battles are going to be classics. I will be ready I replied as I ended the call with Sabrina giving me that jealous look. What the fuck is up with that baby doll shit? Oh, that wasn’t about nothing I got to get ready for this rap battle tournament so I can win the title and be seven racks richer.  That’s cool but I am not going with you because if some nigga use personals and say something slick about me it’s going to be on and poppin. Do you Bonita" I said as I went to write down some material for my upcoming battle. I had to get into rap battle mode. I went and bought a dictionary and started studying different words and there meaning. It would help to extend my vocabulary and think outside the box. After studying the dictionary for a few hours Sabrina and I took a shower and headed back to our little studio apartment located in The Hollow. I was trying to get into rap battle mode but, my mind kept drifting off and, I started having flashbacks of my alcoholic mother that caused my childhood trauma.

  CHAPTER 3

Music Never Sleeps

I remember at the age of 7 I was taking a nap. My mother comes home from work in her nurse uniform clutching a bottle of Jack Daniels in her right hand. For whatever reason she took a pot of hot water and threw it on me stinging my chest and some on my face while I was sleeping. I woke up yelling out in pain. It could have been worse if it was boiling hot water which would have left some permanent scars. You need to clean up this fuckin room! She screamed. She took a swig off her Jack Daniels and laughed. You lucky I didn’t whip your ass with my broom stick your dumb motherfucker. If I come back in here and this room isn’t cleaned, I’m going to slap the shit out you! she yelled and left slamming the door shut.  My room was not even that messy. She was over dramatic as usual as I remember crying my eyes out. I was afraid to tell my Dad about my Mother’s abuse. My Father was aware of her drinking problem and would get into arguments about it. "Judy how many times I got to tell you about your fuckin drinking!?

At the rate you’re going I won’t be surprised if you get Cirrhosis of the liver my Father exclaimed. My Mother retorted back. I do whatever the fuck