We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

First Brick

by Rasheed Chappell

supported by
Lord Neill
Lord Neill thumbnail
Lord Neill Mastering is sub par... Shame coz the track 'aiding and abetting' is a banger. Thinking mp3's have been transcoded and upscaled to wav/flac?? Feedback appreciated!
DunDun
DunDun thumbnail
DunDun I have no negative things to say about the artist but the company that manufactured the gold vinyl for first brick screwed me pretty bad they never shipped my purchase and lied to my face saying they didn’t have my address when they did they got mad cuz of how I worded things and sent me a opened vinyl with a ripped sleeve cuz they felt offended I wouldn’t do business thru bandcamp if you want this product
/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    Purchasable with gift card

      $10 USD  or more

     

  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    First Brick is the long awaited return of critically acclaimed emcee Rasheed Chappell. His debut LP “Future Before Nostalgia” was heralded as a classic by many in the indie Hip Hop scene. On First Brick Rasheed pairs once again with legendary producer Kenny Dope to provide the canvas for his vivid wordplay.

    It’s been 7 years since Rasheed’s last release and First Brick serves as a reminder and reintroduction. It reminds those already familiar with Rasheed why he is held in such high regards by luminaries such as O.C., Lord Finesse, DJ Eclipse, DJ Scratch & DJ Clark Kent to name a few. It also serves as an introduction to those who may not be familiar with the work Rasheed had been putting down over the years.

    Collaborating with the likes of Raheem DeVaughn, Apollo Brown, Diamond D and others has maintained his profile as an elite level rhyme sayer. First Brick provides an in-depth look into the mind and musings of Rasheed Chappell.

    The title serves as a compass, leading the listener to the very beginnings of what made Rasheed the man he is. His crisp delivery and penchant for silver screen-esque lyricism is on full display on songs such as “101” and “ Shorty Rock Pt.1”.

    The opening track “Breaking Ground” is a spoken word piece that informs the audience about the ride they’re about to embark on. All of life’s hardships and heroism are captured in his words. “Street Corner Shit” is a standout track that serves as an ode and cautionary tale to those that indulge in such recreation.

    Unlike his debut LP, Rasheed isn’t the sole voice on this project. Enlisted are some of today’s truly exceptional rhyme spitters. CRIMEAPPLE and Daniel Son help paint a haunting picture on “Aiding & Abetting”. On the bar for bar banger “Kingsmen” Recognize Ali, Hus Kingpin, Napoleon Da Legend and Lil Fame of M.O.P. all pen precise poetic mayhem over a neck snapping Kenny Dope rhythm.

    As the introduction of the album states, every building starts with a single break. As long as the foundation of Rasheed Chappell and Kenny Dope remain intact, expect nothing but good things.

    Includes unlimited streaming of First Brick via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ... more
    ships out within 7 days

      $13 USD or more 

     

  • Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    First Brick is the long awaited return of critically acclaimed emcee Rasheed Chappell. His debut LP “Future Before Nostalgia” was heralded as a classic by many in the indie Hip Hop scene. On First Brick Rasheed pairs once again with legendary producer Kenny Dope to provide the canvas for his vivid wordplay.

    It’s been 7 years since Rasheed’s last release and First Brick serves as a reminder and reintroduction. It reminds those already familiar with Rasheed why he is held in such high regards by luminaries such as O.C., Lord Finesse, DJ Eclipse, DJ Scratch & DJ Clark Kent to name a few. It also serves as an introduction to those who may not be familiar with the work Rasheed had been putting down over the years.

    Collaborating with the likes of Raheem DeVaughn, Apollo Brown, Diamond D and others has maintained his profile as an elite level rhyme sayer. First Brick provides an in-depth look into the mind and musings of Rasheed Chappell.

    Includes unlimited streaming of First Brick via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ... more
    ships out within 7 days

      $25 USD or more 

     

1.
My name is Rasheed Chappell and every since 12 years old This was my story Every journey begins with a single step Every beach with a single grain of sand And every building with a single brick The first brick is the cornerstone, the people the places The highs the lows The wins, losses, the love and pain that shapes us most I can hear the sounds of voices being carried up to my window As my mom and dad fucked, fought and got high The smell of refer was as loud as the music that blared outside And clashed with the sounds of sirens My first brick is molded by my friends Who share the unspoken language of acceptance because our stories are the same My first brick will forever be tied to my name Forever revealed in every word I speak My first brick is sunflower seeds and Miss Berry icees My first brick is popped bike chains and Boy’s Club swimming pools Open hydrants and Chicken Holiday snack boxes My first brick is sleepovers with cousins Fist fights and learning to cuss like the old heads I mimicked that came before me My name is Rasheed Chappell This is my first step My grain of sand This is my first brick
2.
Verse 1 Welcome to my epic Was written for your amusement All my years of living’ I put it inside the music Sorry for confusion illusions I don’t provide Hungry bellies turn to felons The place I reside Homicide on the daily Babies born to addiction The outside world I offer My description Clinics abort a fetus The loss of Black genius Adidas hang on wires as a symbol of death Life we don’t appreciate Houses they depreciate Use anything to numb it out Helps to alleviate The load carried Roads travelled alone It’s my poetic justice I’m facing life in this poem Verse 2 Started as a hobby for fun Rhyming for sport To my people I’m their savior Live I report As a portrait of humanity Forgotten by society Often emulated now ain’t that fucking irony They package and they sell it Distribute and make millions We fight for the crumbs from the top Through glass ceilings Pray that we can make it out Cause we got hopes and dreams But they hard to attain With no ways and means So we cook clean Athlete Rap Sing Ghetto and the Barrios Africans and Latins I speak for you I sincerely do I see your beauty And they gon’ see it too Verse 3 I’m from the cesspool parasites Celsius Fahrenheit Ice cold Life’s a gamble Every steps a dice roll Tread light red white blues the demeanor Informers turn subpoenas Subpoenas come from a snitch No glitch on your computer screen iPhone Droid System incompatible We all non void My anatomy of chaos Preachers searching for souls Pushers looking for bodies Devil luring them both No apology Prophecies written in blood I’m the hate that hate made Lines written with love Welcome to my epic I live it for your amusement Everything I have I leave it inside the music Enjoy I hope you enjoy It’s all that I have It’s all that I am And I share it with you
3.
Sips a Sisco Miss Hicks the disco Suga Bills Big Horace and Cisco Pistol Poppin’ like it’s Crisco Let’s get this money my nigga By the fistful Verse This the first brick I remember like my first lick With niggas outside Posing like a jail flick The ice grills and big bills The arms folded The charms golden Thick clouds of white blowin’ The night air Fila’s or Nike Air’s Some snorted and some chose to pipe theirs Pretty fiends Had niggas willing to dice theirs In dark stairs Saw the flicker from the flame Cops showing flicks Try to match it with a name But fuck Columbo Dime sacks was jumbo Pops used to push ‘em Before he turned to Dumbo His white lines Used to snort ‘em off a broken glass I write lines To sort the pieces of my broken past Cash only Niggas a blast homies Put money in they casket Laugh and flash Rollie’s Wild times Making of my wild rhymes War stories Limits a statutory Mandatory minimums 25 to 40 Them long numbers New niggas get wrong numbers Cause landlines is land mines that land time Keep quiet Keep it off the wire Separate the money the product and the buyers The kitchen was like church The Holy Grail Hot plates and card games and weigh scales Cheap liquor we took sips And talk shit Talk money we talk pussy We talk whips Hood celebrities immortalized in those flicks This the genesis And where I rapped my first brick
4.
Yo that shit was crazy my nigga like The nigga pulled up Like it was like the wildest shit Yo A yo Yo you going to the corner store yo get me a water my nigga Yo that’s why your mother fat as fuck my nigga Yo Verse I was standing outside when the gat went off The nigga pulled up slow And cracked the window Plucked the dutch And passed the indo And waived to the God Who was leaned on the building The first warm night We was outside building When death in the air you can sometimes feel it Not tonight it was calm and cool Niggas cracking jokes like April Fool’s Niggas outta jail like they home from school The God been home Bout a month and a week Every time I see him Got a blunt and his leaf Work and his piece Said he rather die than to starve in the street So he jogged to the jeep The windows smoked out Was dark outside Looked around for the narcs outside The jeep double parked In the parking lot Like July the fourth How the sparks rang outThe God tried to run But his legs gave out Nigga hopped out the whip The he cocked back the fif’ Put the barrel on his lips Blew the God’s flame out And niggas running like roaches Old ladies hanging out the window like vultures Statute sculpture The shooter just froze up Dropped his gun Came to and said hold up Hold what A nigga screamed as the shots rang The car peeled off Right before the cops came The nigga running Seen him hopping over benches Knocking over strollers Bumping into niggas And right behind him Was the shooter with his gun aimed Turned around outta breath With his hands raised Don’t shoot All we heard then bang bang Wrong nigga They shot the wrong nigga Cops pulled up and popped the wrong nigga Eyes open He was gone before his body dropped 14 Life and times of a shorty rock For real
5.
Hook Rasheed Chappell Verse 1 Yo Yo uh Yo This is park bench prophecy This is my philosophy The illest tales realest lives all come out of poverty With no remorse And we offer no apology Address the court wrinkled dress shirt suede wallabee But no corob those involved said nothing Masked gunmen in search of that white onion The nigga moved to soon the lead humming Whistled in ear his head spread like hummus No newcomers crews they knew of us The clientele buy and sell we move numbers But different zones different phones a few numbers Every law that we break we face two numbers (25) With letters at the end Every letter that I pen is like a letter from the pen This mindstate behind bars we locked up On kitchen tables our next meal get chopped up Then pop up on avenues in vestibules On crime blotters but our sagas never make the news Let’s politic you want line go head and take a sniff No genies lamps a glass pipe blow Now make a wish...nigga Hook Daniel Son Verse 2 That brown bag money shit know what time it is They scared to see how it feels The terrors real Northside through the ends Every night the air is chill Hit the PSG match’n whip with the Paris wheels My girl walk the path of greatness in a pair of heels She got the balance And mix it with a lot of talent She half Italian the way she work the pot is brilliant Never lost a challenge And never came up short neither Courtside floor seater four door Porsche dreamer Far removed from tryna plot an escape So many lost in the race Buckets tweaking dope all in his face The chef growing with the cost of the plate I throw the pepper shrimp sauce on the steak On my word they see young Son popping up in the street Need offices in the suite Put my coffin a hundred feet And watch me cause my pockets is getting deep When I sleep I try to count dollars instead a sheep Rare pressure applied just off the reflex I painted each step Lessons how to cheat death I light the blunt decrease stress Dry clean flex ‘Lo garments catch the iron and the steam press Hook CRIMEAPPLE Verse 3 Whoa...whoa The diagnosis came in the doctor certain Yo I body everybody if my mami hurting Cocky wordsmith brolic shotty by the toilet I drop a turd in We starve with somalis I don’t wanna poly Chickens on my wood like polyurethane exchange names no math Wifey on it when I get home she probably sniff my sack Twist the crack choking down this gas chasing Coronas down Hold it down I heard ya dog yellow and he homeward bound He known to treat secrets like propaganda Man up Can’t stand ya drop the hammer leave ya top Constanza Heckler heckle em meet Krammer time to switch the face up My design purvey big faces akin to Jacob Peace to killers who kill killers and split the plate up Look out for neighbors still willing to hit crystal lake up I call em uncles never known to fall or fumble Cop the bundle triple up and sell it all in crumbles Im quiet in the corner saving oxygen Confident contemplating topics you don’t comprehend Minor flips never made me salivate We balance weight recalibrate See a 1000 islands once the salad straight...what
6.
FRANCHI$E 02:15
Uh Uh Verse I’m the face of the franchise Flagship artist Sickle and the hammer Czar the black Marxist And my blade Been sharpened on the park bench I’m on my dookie rope Union Square Park shit I’m the architect and the arsonist .45 caliber tongue Thoughts the cartridge Birds with they head in my lap Going ostrich And my shit Been wove from a different cloth A nigga hung like a Christian cross El Hamidullah I deen so no pork Dark denim White tee The ‘Lo emblem 1080p in HD are my pictures This the wide screen lifestyle Late night corner store visine and lifestyles Get a dutch This is too strong for White Owls A night owl You can find me in the after hours Eyes wide On them niggas plotting after ours Like P.E. live my life through the scope I’m he who laughs last Was the ass of the joke A power shift I’m the change in paradigm Abnormal I played near the power lines You fool’s gold This that 24 karat rhyme Clean cut With pristine clarity Not for profit I do it like charity In this school It’s the student verse faculty I gotta live out my King Before they Malcolm me And put the X on me Throw the hex on me Long barrel single shot or the tech on me No vest on me Walk with the Lord Behead Devil’s Like a nigga talk with a sword The ballot or the bullet The corner or the pulpit I recite like Negro hymns My insight like Eloheem My lines uncut like kilo grams It’s hard body Meets God body Borderline verbal assault Unarmed robbery With no hands I make magic A nigga stay over they heads Closed caption Closed caskets And blow ashes The mind of a torturous soul The pen’s classic
7.
101 02:47 video
Verse 1 Black supremacist crack the Guinness spark the lye Salute me when I enter my nigga Hold ‘em up high Survived cold wars and fiends with no teeth Heroine and diabetes niggas with no feet No sleep till the A.M. Nigga we go hard Money murder or mayhem Niggas going at God Don’t ever question you know what I’m about Knocking niggas off Knocking niggas out And fuck around I’ll bleed y’all niggas Ivan Drago Apollo Creed y’all niggas And I’m a rep Mach till they free my nigga And the heir to the crown That’s me my nigga Now say grace and break bread and let’s eat I’m so evolved I Marley Marl on break beats No Juice Crew No Biz Mark Kane Valor suits rocking bismark chains And I can hear the pain In the veins of my niggas So I’m a curse the world that made me a nigga I’m no Messiah been inspired by the drug dealer I know the science my alliance to the underworld My slang alien And floating on another world It’s outta orbit Flash Gordon when they press record I go from Knowledge to Build ‘Fore I make it to Born And for these dollars we kill Nigga that’s on the normClouds form storms coming I predict a drought Go head and breathe it in And let me blow this out Verse 2 He nocturnal Eyes bleeding from the sess a mill Tired of these nickels and dimes He tryna touch a Mil Now the plot thickens And he spot victims Soon as niggas come out the spot He HA stick’em With no mask No common sense Just a fool nigga Ignoring the consequence Cause he got a seed And a baby moms At his moms crib And it won’t be long Before the words out And then the word spreadsEvery single dollar he took Is on his head He want to live it up Eat smoke drink it up Even in his wildest dreams He couldn’t think this up You know when karma come And them lamas come Anybody caught in its path They won’t pardon ‘em And two shots rocked the doors off the hinges Baby in the bassinet Mom’s in the kitchen Shells penetrate Exit out and they ricochet Holes in everybody Left blood on the dinner plates Now we light a candle Sad example Of what a fake nigga can’t and a real nigga can do And that’s real...101
8.
Hook Verse 1 Uh Yo Yo Uh A yo we chase glory Spark up to chase 40’s 6 buildings 8 floors a million stories Heard ‘em all Seen ‘em all They came before me In rope chains jail slang Was just a shorty In IZOD outta Saab’s They jewels gaudy They drop gems Either boss or you employee I’m stand up You on the stand with your hand up What kind of man help the man To set they mans up I clam up Tight lipped I say nothing Carry me with 6 Before I let 12 judge me The scene ugly Seen death I seen junkies Seen up seen down I seen hungry To speak bluntly These scenes they still haunt me Everything I seen it seems it still calls me But still in me Every lesson in the hallway Posted in the doorway From Lexington to Broadway Hook Verse 2 This is dead stock One of one I am the last real I reminisce and give a glimpse of how the past feel To every nigga locked up Or on the ave still Holding they last dolla’ Chasing they first Mil’ You know the cash kills And for the currency Stay on the humble Let your hustles run concurrently We live fast die young This sense of urgency Is bred in us Bread winners we head spinners Feds sending’ fake sales to mark pictures Guns pop duck shots The lead whistlin’ Peace God Know the math we know the science Know the dealers Know the users we know the buyers Know the highs Know the lows We know the depths Know your role Know the code And show respect And watch your step Cause it’s piss inside the hallway I’m holding court Banana King up on Broadway
9.
Uh...Street corner shit The real Yeah street corner shit Yeah Project City For all my blunt smoking niggas yeah Verse 1 Ugh They call me Gomar Oz Dubar and Inshallah I hope to see tomorrow Wickedness that we involved These chickens saddle on And niggas tattle on And send they niggas up river And now they paddles gone Young and hard headed My niggas Capricorn Animated Pixar when the heckler drawn Yeah we out the hood But we far from it So when you see the cloud You know the storm coming My nigga fresh out And down to get it live And standing on his head He did his six to nine He kept his mouth closed You know the G code And behind them walls Is where the weak exposed Yeah I speak in code The wise analyze it Those that really live this Y’all niggas fantasizing And pantomiming Shit we hands on And we master anything we get our hands on Hook That street corner shit 4 in the morning shit Loaded lamas roll the scama Keep the drama lit You know the hustle For this money nigga I’m a get And keep it live On my street corner shit Verse 2 Ugh This hood alchemy six floor apartment C Building 45 Every word certified You niggas instagramming And taking flicks My niggas intsta gramming Scaling flake baking bricks No bacon bits That’s non cipher Last of a dying breed Ain’t many likes Not many like us But respect shown I bag two birds Feed ‘em this dick of stone That’s hard pipe and hard white And if they swallow Then they our type I’m talking reckless So pardon self Cause for that power U Niggas lose the God in self Y’all rest havens You niggas fall in love And while you chasing them They chasing us They got you playing poppa And make you watch the kids We playing carousel All my niggas get a spin Hook 2 That street corner shit 4 in the morning shit Loaded lamas roll the scama Keep the drama lit You know the hustle For this money nigga I’m a get And all the killers and the thieves We surrounded with That street corner shit 4 in the morning shit Loaded lamas roll the scama Keep the drama lit You know the hustle Nigga all this money I’m a get And keep it live On my street corner shit Verse 3 Ugh ugh So either you the victim or you the culprit You pull the strings Or you the puppet Pinocchio or Gepetto with the metal So either your name echos or quiet inside the ghetto It’s no surrender and no retreat Ain’t no concessions and no defeat So what you live for Is what you die for And only for the life of your seeds You would lie for That’s hood shit And proper etiquette We all got our vices in life In search of sedatives So smoke away the pain And try to numb it out And niggas trick cash Flaunting with they hunids out They all gaudy Till they take shots From that Mossberg stainless cal .40 So when the block talk I advise you listen Could either pay the price Or just pay attention Hook That street corner shit 4 in the morning shit Loaded lamas roll the scama Keep the drama lit You know the hustle For this money nigga i’m a get And keep it live On my street corner shit
10.
Recognize Ali Verse 1 Recognize motherfuckers...Yo I spit the illest shit niggas know what the dealy is The grittiest motherfucker know I’m sicker than syphilis My jewels infinite you comical fuckers ridiculous Candy ass rappers is still sweeter than licorice The damage I do though catching bodies like sumo Everything puro bitch I’m numero uno You can catch a grenade like Bruno Laid back in a two door kicking it like Judo The brave type I blaze mics you ain’t nice I could take the head off a king when the pay’s right My game tight fuck your bitch on the same night I’m Ray Rice A punch a leave you at the gravesite Bars Niggas know the laws Playing poker with the broker you already lost The sun is shining on these stars Pause what’s a fucking King to a God nigga….yeah Rasheed Chappell Verse 2 Yo A yo It’s mo’ money mo’ murder another homicide Outline your body a work You step outta line outta mind Words fly like they outta 9 Or a magnum it’s .40 cal lingo the shells jingle Like bells as they hit the ground Who want a round this is sound boy burial Crown Vic steering wheel stuck in my ways Carve a nigga like a half moon Stuck in his waves Games I don’t play ‘em scales they can’t weigh ‘em My niggas pumping 3rd base Step into the A.M. Welcome to the meyhem my scars were formed And from that same cesspool where my star was born I shine on niggas blind y’all niggas Banana eating perm dropping dime ass nigga Rap with a bullet keep it under my tongue I gave you power Move the crowd like I’m waving a gun nigga Hus Kingpin Verse 3 Huh It’s Wavo I drive a sea sled VVS reflex my step c drex Yo peace who next Dropping heads off like who’s necks is these I’m dressed like a fencer Yo meet the grave smoke goat Cocaine Van Gogh the gun Vandross huh A pistol out the van door huh Muhammad Ali butterfly lee duff niggas We gut niggas we hawking These is Gods fins bullet proof dolphins I need my bitch dark skinned with baby hair she foreign She glow like the sky’s orange She sing Georgia and paint porcelain Porches I’m still caught in the Porsche winds huh It’s Wavo Jean Claude nigga My pen faints writing blood rivers uh Napoleon Da Legend Verse 4 I’m a terrible student don’t try to educate me About a quarter brain dead But my pen is crazy Don Mega Pharaoh with the fly set up Who the greatest Got ‘em debating like Sa Neter I’m calm tho Leonardo with a sledge hammer I got a way to disrespect them with the best manners Get a scan of my face made for digital Don’t discriminate who I crush This ain’t political I’m nonpartisan I bombard artisans I’m Don Gorgan For demiGods Gods and Goddesses I never rock Yves Saint Laurent Never sweat a broad I don’t chase That’s another bank to rob What you think i’m ‘bout to slow up my day Pay attention to your shenanigans And slow up my pay I might cheat death Fuck around go to my wake Get you emotional Meanwhile promoting my tape...Pharaoh Lil Fame (M.O.P.) Verse 5 A yo I’m still at it fo sho Still bad as before When the bill status is quo still shatter your jaw (nigga) I ran with the wolves since a shorty wop (FACTS) Running wild with the goons kept the corner locked (FACTS) Fuck dem industry hoes this is for the block (FACTS) Catch a round of applause from the .40 glock (FACTS) My niggas dump back Get slumped back Leave your brains in the back of the whip where ya trunk at (BLAOW ) Art imitates life imitates art Air the place yellow tape lock the place off Fuck with me i’m a goon Got the spot smelling like gunpowder drug money and cologne (M.O.) I put it down for (M.O.) Let it go for (M.O.) say nothing they already know my (M.O.) King down when you step inside my kingdom (WE LIVE) Kings County you fucking with a Kingsmen (BONG)

about

First Brick is the long awaited return of critically acclaimed emcee Rasheed Chappell. His debut LP “Future Before Nostalgia” was heralded as a classic by many in the indie Hip Hop scene. On First Brick Rasheed pairs once again with legendary producer Kenny Dope to provide the canvas for his vivid wordplay.

It’s been 7 years since Rasheed’s last release and First Brick serves as a reminder and reintroduction. It reminds those already familiar with Rasheed why he is held in such high regards by luminaries such as O.C., Lord Finesse, DJ Eclipse, DJ Scratch & DJ Clark Kent to name a few. It also serves as an introduction to those who may not be familiar with the work Rasheed had been putting down over the years.

Collaborating with the likes of Raheem DeVaughn, Apollo Brown, Diamond D and others has maintained his profile as an elite level rhyme sayer. First Brick provides an in-depth look into the mind and musings of Rasheed Chappell.

The title serves as a compass, leading the listener to the very beginnings of what made Rasheed the man he is. His crisp delivery and penchant for silver screen-esque lyricism is on full display on songs such as “101” and “ Shorty Rock Pt.1”.

The opening track “Breaking Ground” is a spoken word piece that informs the audience about the ride they’re about to embark on. All of life’s hardships and heroism are captured in his words. “Street Corner Shit” is a standout track that serves as an ode and cautionary tale to those that indulge in such recreation.

Unlike his debut LP, Rasheed isn’t the sole voice on this project. Enlisted are some of today’s truly exceptional rhyme spitters. CRIMEAPPLE and Daniel Son help paint a haunting picture on “Aiding & Abetting”. On the bar for bar banger “Kingsmen” Recognize Ali, Hus Kingpin, Napoleon Da Legend and Lil Fame of M.O.P. all pen precise poetic mayhem over a neck snapping Kenny Dope rhythm.

As the introduction of the album states, every building starts with a single break. As long as the foundation of Rasheed Chappell and Kenny Dope remain intact, expect nothing but good things.

credits

released September 14, 2018

Produced,Mixed & Recorded by Kenny Dope at Kay-Dee Studios,N.J.
All Songs Written by Rasheed Chappell
Mastered by Rick Essig at R.E.M. Sound
Creative Direction by Kat McBride
Cover Art Will Swink

For More Music: www.kaydeerecords.com
For Bookings: itsdjeclipse@gmail.com
For Licensing Contact: kdopeproductions@gmail.com

2018 Kay-Dee Records

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Rasheed Chappell New York, New York

God, Family, Growth, Music in that order....Life is a verb....DO SOMETHING!!!

contact / help

Contact Rasheed Chappell

Streaming and
Download help

Shipping and returns

Report this album or account

If you like Rasheed Chappell, you may also like: