Chip - 0420 (RIP Black The Ripper) (Audio, Video) - Music Video

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The song was produced by Virus187Beats.

The UK grime scene took a massive loss at the beginning of the year when Black The Ripper died.

A rapper, entrepreneur, and cannabis activist, he played a major role in the development of UK's grime scene over the years.

Following his death, loads of MCs paid their condolences from Skepta, Ghetts, AJ Tracey, and more.

On April 20th, Chip released a song to commemorate his late friend with "0420." The song's title is not the only reference to Black's work as a cannabis advocate but also the date that he passed (April 4th, 2020).

Chip spills his heart out, even revealing that he found out about Black's death after finding out that he lost his uncle.

It's a touching record.

All proceeds from the song will go towards Black's family.

Chip - 0420 (RIP Black The Ripper) (prod.

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[Intro] Hey mate Pull your trousers up, your arsehole's hangin' out man Hahahaha (Virus187) Gotta light one to this Uh, listen [Verse] 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 bunning 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 [?] 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 That 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 Thinking '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 paigons and clear my energies Try acupuncture, try reiki, try, (tsk), blud When the pains this deep inside, there ain't no remedies Black passed on the fourth month in the twentieth year of this millenium 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'm Obi-Wan or 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 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 to yours Rest in peace my bro [Outro] 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 0420


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