(1)By the ripe age of 16, North London MC Chipmunk had already been champio… Read Full Bio ↴(1)By the ripe age of 16, North London MC Chipmunk had already been championed as one of the most promising grime rappers on the scene. Starting out freestyling in youth clubs and on the playground, he wrote his first song, "My Life," in 11th grade, and quickly recorded two mixtapes to showcase his unique rhyming style. Grime pioneer Wiley was particularly impressed by the young rapper's rate of output, and he took Chipmunk under his wing as his protégé: just as he previously had with Tinchy Stryder and Dizzee Rascal.
In 2007, Chipmunk released his third mixtape League of My Own on Alwayz Recordings, which utilized Wiley's little black book of producers, including Bless Beats, Maniac, Balistiyx, Danny Weed, D'Va, Swindle, and Skeams. In 2008 he reaped the rewards of constant touring and promotion, as he won the Best Newcomer Award at the Urban Music and MOBO award ceremonies. People stateside started taking notice as well, when he was nominated for best new rapper at the BET Awards. Just after Chipmunk's 18th birthday, he signed to Sony Columbia, and started moving away from grime into mainstream hip-hop. While striving for the ultimate "banging hook," he teamed up with Ironik for a big-beated remake of Elton John's "Tiny Dancer," complete with backing vocals by Sir Elton himself. In May of 2009, as he put the finishing touches on his debut full-length, Chipmunk released the promo single Chip Diddy Chip and the song reached 21 on the U.K. charts. Adding to the hype, in June, he made his fourth mixtape, Guess Who, available for free by download just a few weeks before his first official album, Diamond Rings, hit the shelves, in early July.
(2)Chip is an American soul vocalist of Stax.
In 2007, Chipmunk released his third mixtape League of My Own on Alwayz Recordings, which utilized Wiley's little black book of producers, including Bless Beats, Maniac, Balistiyx, Danny Weed, D'Va, Swindle, and Skeams. In 2008 he reaped the rewards of constant touring and promotion, as he won the Best Newcomer Award at the Urban Music and MOBO award ceremonies. People stateside started taking notice as well, when he was nominated for best new rapper at the BET Awards. Just after Chipmunk's 18th birthday, he signed to Sony Columbia, and started moving away from grime into mainstream hip-hop. While striving for the ultimate "banging hook," he teamed up with Ironik for a big-beated remake of Elton John's "Tiny Dancer," complete with backing vocals by Sir Elton himself. In May of 2009, as he put the finishing touches on his debut full-length, Chipmunk released the promo single Chip Diddy Chip and the song reached 21 on the U.K. charts. Adding to the hype, in June, he made his fourth mixtape, Guess Who, available for free by download just a few weeks before his first official album, Diamond Rings, hit the shelves, in early July.
(2)Chip is an American soul vocalist of Stax.
0420
Chip Lyrics
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"Ayo, mate
Pull your trousers up
Your arsehole's hangin' out man
Hahahaha"
(Virus187)
Gotta light one to this
Uh, listen
Look, I seen OG rappers turn to online chatters
Look if Chippy does retire bet he's goin' out snappin'
I've been sittin' thinkin' life, death and survival
They on the other of thirty-five and still tryna be viral
Got the message that my uncle died
Couple hours later, Ashley at my door knockin'
Opened up said, "Black the Ripper died"
Good Friday just around the corner, this is not a vibe
I can't lie, I probably need a hug, but it's Corona times
The mandem's number three in the charts
Everyone congratulatin' but I'm numb as a rass
I was damagin' my lungs before this virus darg
But Black said light it when he dies, that's why I'm bunnin' it darg
Got fourteen grams in the jar, I put like two in a zoot
I know millionaires who started from a two and a Q
Shotters who don't touch buj just 'cah they seen what it do
But I got nothin' against shotters, fam I still buy food
So listen good, I tell niggas miss Chip with all that real nigga shit
When everyone's got different definitions of what real is, uh
Don't keep no jewels in your house, I'm just droppin' gems
I'm paranoid but grew up in the ends where niggas rob they friends
You're bad or only bad for who you bad for
'Cause that's all I see with these niggas, so fuck the rap wars
Look around and I see sheep, lambs for slaughter
I'm tryna read more, have less sex and drink water
Our father, whom heart cah mine's halfer
Torn between seein' a therapist or a pastor
Think about it, Heaven or Hell, what would you rather?
I've lost friends I still hope to see in this life after
Give a fuck about a bitch, booty poppin' for the 'Gram
I'm at home plottin', load it, shoot it, pop it with a plan, uh
Girls tellin' me that I need sleep, I be like thanks, the irony
Tell me have you heard Insomnia? It bangs
They can hate me but can never say my heart isn't clean
When Bugzy came off his bike, I closed my hands on my knees and prayed for him
Like Lord stay with him, I came off a bike too, in mad ways related to him
Half the industry grudgeful, me I'm out here grudgeless
I've had war behind the scenes, and I've took stones in public
Times I felt down and out like, "Why does everybody hate Chip?"
I wouldn't change shit, cah now I know who everybody is, uh
See they were movin' funny then they wanna bill it now
That's the type of shit that make me wish that Black was still around
Thinkin' 'bout we was out in Trini eatin' soursop
I turned the lemons into lemonade but this is sour, Akh
Mixtapes sellin' North side, reppin' worldwide
Steppin' battle emcees, I batter a beat
The baton back up in my hand but I been battlin' grief
That is the reaper round the corner, I don't wanna go to sleep, nah
London boy, I told them the word, rappers in therapy
I keep a pen to kill off my pagans and clear my energies
Try acupuncture, try reiki, try (tsk), blood
When the pains this deep inside, there ain't no remedies
Black passed on the fourth month in the twentieth year of this millennium
It's spiritual, I'm tellin' you
I feel like 4/20 won't ever be the same for me
As long as I'm alive, when I light it, I'll remember him
The Lord is my shepherd
No sword, no weapon
That forms, shall prosper
On this course, ancestors in force
Help me Luke Skywalk
Lightsaber for a pen, I'll Obi-Wan a Darth Maul
Tatted the word "pain" because I'm stuck with it
Black told me "Stick at it", I stuck at it
Rhythm and the Rizla, I'm just bunnin' it
I see online they bringin' me my flowers, now of course
If I could book a flight and leave tonight, I swear I'd bring you yours
Rest in peace my bro
Hmm
Cash Motto, Dank Of England, 4L
See I know what a real friend is
Someone that has your back right or wrong
Highs or lows
Trust me man, when certain man were movin' funny
Black never ever switched up on me
Rest in peace my bro
Pull your trousers up
Your arsehole's hangin' out man
Hahahaha"
(Virus187)
Gotta light one to this
Uh, listen
Look if Chippy does retire bet he's goin' out snappin'
I've been sittin' thinkin' life, death and survival
They on the other of thirty-five and still tryna be viral
Got the message that my uncle died
Couple hours later, Ashley at my door knockin'
Opened up said, "Black the Ripper died"
Good Friday just around the corner, this is not a vibe
I can't lie, I probably need a hug, but it's Corona times
The mandem's number three in the charts
Everyone congratulatin' but I'm numb as a rass
I was damagin' my lungs before this virus darg
But Black said light it when he dies, that's why I'm bunnin' it darg
Got fourteen grams in the jar, I put like two in a zoot
I know millionaires who started from a two and a Q
Shotters who don't touch buj just 'cah they seen what it do
But I got nothin' against shotters, fam I still buy food
So listen good, I tell niggas miss Chip with all that real nigga shit
When everyone's got different definitions of what real is, uh
Don't keep no jewels in your house, I'm just droppin' gems
I'm paranoid but grew up in the ends where niggas rob they friends
You're bad or only bad for who you bad for
'Cause that's all I see with these niggas, so fuck the rap wars
Look around and I see sheep, lambs for slaughter
I'm tryna read more, have less sex and drink water
Our father, whom heart cah mine's halfer
Torn between seein' a therapist or a pastor
Think about it, Heaven or Hell, what would you rather?
I've lost friends I still hope to see in this life after
Give a fuck about a bitch, booty poppin' for the 'Gram
I'm at home plottin', load it, shoot it, pop it with a plan, uh
Girls tellin' me that I need sleep, I be like thanks, the irony
Tell me have you heard Insomnia? It bangs
They can hate me but can never say my heart isn't clean
When Bugzy came off his bike, I closed my hands on my knees and prayed for him
Like Lord stay with him, I came off a bike too, in mad ways related to him
Half the industry grudgeful, me I'm out here grudgeless
I've had war behind the scenes, and I've took stones in public
Times I felt down and out like, "Why does everybody hate Chip?"
I wouldn't change shit, cah now I know who everybody is, uh
See they were movin' funny then they wanna bill it now
That's the type of shit that make me wish that Black was still around
Thinkin' 'bout we was out in Trini eatin' soursop
I turned the lemons into lemonade but this is sour, Akh
Mixtapes sellin' North side, reppin' worldwide
Steppin' battle emcees, I batter a beat
The baton back up in my hand but I been battlin' grief
That is the reaper round the corner, I don't wanna go to sleep, nah
London boy, I told them the word, rappers in therapy
I keep a pen to kill off my pagans and clear my energies
Try acupuncture, try reiki, try (tsk), blood
When the pains this deep inside, there ain't no remedies
Black passed on the fourth month in the twentieth year of this millennium
It's spiritual, I'm tellin' you
I feel like 4/20 won't ever be the same for me
As long as I'm alive, when I light it, I'll remember him
The Lord is my shepherd
No sword, no weapon
That forms, shall prosper
On this course, ancestors in force
Help me Luke Skywalk
Lightsaber for a pen, I'll Obi-Wan a Darth Maul
Tatted the word "pain" because I'm stuck with it
Black told me "Stick at it", I stuck at it
Rhythm and the Rizla, I'm just bunnin' it
I see online they bringin' me my flowers, now of course
If I could book a flight and leave tonight, I swear I'd bring you yours
Rest in peace my bro
Hmm
Cash Motto, Dank Of England, 4L
See I know what a real friend is
Someone that has your back right or wrong
Highs or lows
Trust me man, when certain man were movin' funny
Black never ever switched up on me
Rest in peace my bro
The first few lines of the song involve someone telling Chip to pull his trousers up because his "arsehole's hangin' out," followed by laughter. This sets a humorous tone for the song, which takes a darker turn as Chip raps about the loss of several people in his life, including his uncle and Black the Ripper, who he references multiple times throughout the song. He also reflects on the nature of the music industry and how it can be cutthroat, with artists trying to remain relevant well into their 30s. Chip expresses his frustration with this mindset, saying that everyone has different definitions of what it means to be a "real" artist.
Throughout the song, he also reflects on his own career and the challenges he has faced, including being robbed by friends he grew up with, and dealing with personal grief while trying to continue performing. He talks about his own struggles with insomnia, and the irony of girls telling him he needs sleep, despite his hit song "Insomnia."
Overall, "0420" is a deeply introspective and emotional song that reflects on loss and the struggles of trying to succeed in the music industry.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: Abid Ali, Jahmaal Noel Fyffe
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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@bobbym8658
I genuinely rate chip highly for this , RIP
@_Sylens
Shows his love through something they both enjoy doing which is music
@user-jo1bs9hl5x
What kind of chips personally I'm more of a McDonald's chip guy but no worries if you prefer KFC chips
@accadaccasuperstar
@@user-jo1bs9hl5x banter
@_Sylens
@@user-jo1bs9hl5x wth 😂
@yahswayorthehighwayarise4450
https://youtu.be/EArcgEp1oaA
@mohammedrahman1027
Even after his beef with bugzy he still respects and prayed for him big up
@officialshak6354
It wasn’t real beef but yeah Chip’s a real one for this💯
@Nyle95
@@officialshak6354 It was real beef but they made up
@harrysachz6016
It wasn't real beef its for the game