Don’t be ashamed if you’re one of the millions of new rappers making new age rap songs, just, be DIFFERENT. Like South Carolina’s Hip-Hop sensation CKHiD, who stepped on the music scene in 2009 to “redefine the genre’s limitations.” Four strong years and over 24 million YouTube views later, the artist who’s name is an acronym for Cannot Kill How I’m Dreaming, is steadfast on his mission to do just that. Check out CKHiD’s NEW SONG/Music Video below. (Video featuring ME: MISSRUBY & Directed by MYSTIK)
I may not be a “rapper” but I can write my ass off! And sometimes I feel like spittin’. This beat was provided by
German producer East Hope, who, together with myself, will be choosing one (or TWO) more people to be featured on this song!
If you want to work with us, be heard and promoted, then spit a FIRE 2nd verse on this track for submission. Download the song HERE, record your verse, and
upload it as a video response by clicking HERE (<–the YouTube landing page for this video). I look forward to hearing your work,
good luck!
Lyrics:
Ima double down hope ’cause I know it’s a safe bet,
hands high if you really wanna feel it.
‘Cause I’m double time dope but I’ll never be a base head,
can’t lie I get faded on adrenaline!
Copious notes and stacks in loans and fear of being broke
calmed that a** like Ritalin!
So don’t act like chit-a-lins, f*ckin’ up aroma when the pan starts sizzlin’.
Haters!
You need my love, to burn blue like a crip killa
be my blood.
And let’s bruise like a tattoo
grease and rub
then stand tall like a hairdo
tease and bump…
Get cheddar like beef and buns
If I wanted I could feed the whole team for lunch, you wit it?
Turn the speakers up…
and let the beat erupt!
I got a volcano spout where the heat come out.
Fire in my lungs like I’m chiefing now.
But I don’t need a blunt to hold the green down
smokin’ til broke is old and weak now…
Let’s grow and be proud,
let’s roast the beef now.
‘Cause my hunger for the grass is more than these cows
beggin’ for a laugh, I’m over these clowns.
Who be buzzin’ on top like the foam on a soda pop-POP,
but they killin’ ’em softly.
I be floatin’ with the pulp and the seed from organic crops,