Lyrically, clipping.βs music attempts to reshuffle and repeat accepted rap scenarios, while eliminating a traditional single-point perspective. Diggsβs writing is heavily citational, like a rough-edged collage, gluing together half-glimpsed images and misremembered references, many of which might feel familiar, and some of which assuredly do not. But even while he consumes and regurgitates established styles, his self-erasure is incomplete; Diggsβs dense, often motormouthed flow remains wholly his own.
Individually, the members are known outside of the group for their extra-curricular artistic projects. Diggs is a stage actor, while Snipes composes music for film, and Hutson is an established noise music artist. Snipes and Hutson have collaborated on many projects, including the score to the documentary Room 237, which was released by IFC in 2013.
In February 2013, clipping. released their debut album, Midcity, on their website. The project was created entirely in-house, with the trio writing, producing, engineering, mixing and mastering all of the material themselves. There was no budget, no outside promotion, no hype-machine, no blog or label interest. In fact, clipping. had no expectation that anyone would bother listening to the album, let alone enjoy it. Nevertheless, reactions were largely positiveβ despite the uncompromising nature of the production, and its obfuscatory lyrical contentβ and within five monthβs of Midcityβs release, clipping. signed a deal with Sub Pop Records.
CLPPNG, the bandβs label debut, was written and recorded between February and October of 2013. Highly well-received, CLPPNG is an album that demonstrates the variety of sounds available when the βrulesβ of a genre are willfully questioned.
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Bout.That
clipping. Lyrics
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Broken freezer, broke and freezing with a heater and a ring
Came from the slime at the bottom of the land before time
From the chalk dust falling out the pocket
The time James died on good times
The time lapse to the sunrise on the arctic
Shit from the vomit of the bowel with no solid
Human feces by the soil, sleeping bag on the street
And dope, where they choke for peso
Bitch this from that C-section
From the bloody afterbirth of the greed
Blood streaks on the back of a hearse
All green everything, gettinβ² that guap
All clean everything, swag on lock
Everybody holler at the first thing, fuck it
Real G shit means don't say nothinβ²
'Bout that (Game!), 'bout that (Life!)
β²Bout that (Yey!), β²bout that (Pipe!)
'Bout that (Money!), β²bout that (Shit!)
Ain't that just bout a bitch?
β²Bout that (Trap!), 'bout that (Gun!)
β²Bout that (Bitch!), better not (Run!)
'Bout that (Gold!), 'bout that (Ice!)
β²Bout that (Hood!), β²bout that (Life!)
For the teeth loose, for the hole gnawed by the root
For the skeet shoot, taking on a chimp for the freaks
For the stiff upper lip, uppers loving the lift
The other utterances, yeah I'm fucking your bitch
The hard facade over the hard heart
The chrome rim, look at him, whipping a work of art
The fuck is Basquiat? Park name, Rosa Barks
The dogs let out to walk and the gods all talk gibberish
Yup, littlest pup figure he bigger enough
To scrap for the meat with a Rottβ²
Eat in the streets 'till it rot
Fecal for free and the steeple donβ²t mean nothing
So everybody's Sunday best when you see him coming
All gray everything, reppinβ² them colors
Pastor always talking about sisters and brothers
Slanging on the church steps, fake suckers bluffing
Real G shit means don't say nothing
'Bout that (Game!), β²bout that (Life!)
β²Bout that (Yey!), 'bout that (Pipe!)
β²Bout that (Money!), 'bout that (Shit!)
Ainβ²t that just bout a bitch?
'Bout that (Trap!), β²bout that (Gun!)
'Bout that (Bitch!), better not (Run!)
'Bout that (Gold!), β²bout that (Ice!)
β²Bout that (Hood!), 'bout that (Life!)
For the city thatβ²s going wild
And drowning without Poseidon
And flying their flags for tyrants
And vibing out on the violence
With Vitamin Water sighing
And crying bout the profiling
Profanity on the mind
Bout the vanity with all the blinds drawn
Looking out for the shooters
But fuck it, we are polluters
Riots is for the looters
The pious don't know the truth
Or the bias they pointing to
And the fire that they pursuing
Is higher than those with eyes
That is redder than jeans are blue
All purple everything, who got grapes
Higher than a motherfucker about to go ape
If you got a pistol, just keep on tucking
Real G shit means donβ²t say nothing
'Bout that (Game!), β²bout that (Life!)
'Bout that (Yey!), 'bout that (Pipe!)
β²Bout that (Money!), β²bout that (Shit!)
Ain't that just bout a bitch?
β²Bout that (Trap!), 'bout that (Gun!)
β²Bout that (Bitch!), better not (Run!)
'Bout that (Gold!), β²bout that (Ice!)
'Bout that (Hood!), 'bout that (Life!)
The lyrics of the song "Bout.That" by clipping. contain a series of intense and sometimes grotesque images of poverty, violence, and survival. The first verse describes the harsh living conditions of the singer's past, including a broken freezer, poor ventilation, and sleeping on the street. The second verse presents a series of disconnected phrases that suggest a range of topics, from art to violence to social injustice. The chorus repeatedly emphasizes the importance of being "bout that life," meaning being tough, street-smart, and unafraid to commit to whatever it takes to survive in a difficult environment.
The song "Bout.That" by clipping. is a commentary on poverty, violence, and social injustice. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of life in deprived neighborhoods, where people struggle to survive against all odds. The repeated chorus underscores the importance of being "bout that life," meaning being tough, street-smart, and unafraid to commit to whatever it takes to survive. The verses contain a range of images that emphasize the harshness and brutality of life in these neighborhoods, from sleeping on the street to fighting over french fries to human feces in the soil.
Interesting facts about the song "Bout.That" by clipping. include its inclusion on the 2016 album "Splendor & Misery" and its rising popularity on streaming services like Spotify. The song's sound is a mix of industrial, hip-hop, and experimental music, featuring distorted beats, heavy bass, and dense layers of sound. The song's lyrics were written by clipping.'s lead singer and songwriter, Daveed Diggs, who is also a celebrated actor, rapper, and writer. The song is notable for its frank and brutal depiction of life in deprived neighborhoods, which sets it apart from many mainstream rap songs. Finally, the song's reception by audiences and critics alike shows that there is a growing recognition of the importance of socially conscious music that addresses issues of poverty, violence, and social inequality.
Chords are not available for this song, as it is primarily a rap song with little traditional melody.
Writer(s): Jonathan Raleigh Snipes, Daveed Diggs, William Moran Hutson, Derrick Estrada
Contributed by Natalie I. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
klep2ma2
[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs]
This is for the quarter water, penny candy, poor ventilation
Broken freezer, broke and freezing with a heater and a ring
Came from the slime at the bottom of the land before time
From the chalk dust falling out the pocket
The time James died on good times
The time lapse to the sunrise on the arctic
Shit from the vomit of the bowel with no solid
Human feces by the soil, sleeping bag on the street
By the row where they fight over french fries
And dope, where they choke for peso
Bitch this from that C-section
From the bloody afterbirth of the greed
Blood streaks on the back of a hearse
[Refrain: Daveed Diggs]
All green everything, gettin' that guap
All clean everything, swag on lock
Everybody holler at the first thing, fuck it
Real G shit means don't say nothin'
[Hook: Baseck & (Daveed Diggs)]
'Bout that (Game!), 'bout that (Life!)
'Bout that (Yey!), 'bout that (Pipe!)
'Bout that (Money!), 'bout that (Shit!)
Ain't that just bout a bitch?
'Bout that (Trap!), 'bout that (Gun!)
'Bout that (Bitch!), better not (Run!)
'Bout that (Gold!), 'bout that (Ice!)
'Bout that (Hood!), 'bout that (Life!)
[Verse 2: Daveed Diggs]
For the teeth loose, for the hole gnawed by the root
For the skeet shoot, taking on a chimp for the freaks
For the stiff upper lip, uppers loving the lift
The other utterances, yeah I'm fucking your bitch
The hard facade over the hard heart
The chrome rim, look at him, whipping a work of art
The fuck is Basquiat?Β Park name, Rosa Barks
The dogs let out to walk and the gods all talk gibberish
Yup, littlest pup figure he bigger enough
To scrap for the meat with a Rott'
Eat in the streets 'till it rot
Fecal for free and the steeple don't mean nothing
So everybody's Sunday best when you see him coming
[Refrain: Daveed Diggs]
All gray everything, reppin' them colors
Pastor always talking about sisters and brothers
Slanging on the church steps, fake suckers bluffing
Real G shit means don't say nothing
[Hook: Baseck & (Daveed Diggs)]
'Bout that (Game!), 'bout that (Life!)
'Bout that (Yey!), 'bout that (Pipe!)
'Bout that (Money!), 'bout that (Shit!)
Ain't that just bout a bitch?
'Bout that (Trap!), 'bout that (Gun!)
'Bout that (Bitch!), better not (Run!)
'Bout that (Gold!), 'bout that (Ice!)
'Bout that (Hood!), 'bout that (Life!)
[Verse 3: Daveed Diggs]
For the city that's going wild
And drowning without Poseidon
And flying their flags for tyrants
And vibing out on the violence
With Vitamin Water sighing
And crying bout the profiling
Profanity on the mind
Bout the vanity with all the blinds drawn
Looking out for the shooters
But fuck it, we are polluters
Riots is for the looters
The pious don't know the truth
Or the bias they pointing to
And the fire that they pursuing
Is higher than those with eyes
That is redder than jeans are blue
[Refrain: Daveed Diggs]
All purple everything, who got grapes
Higher than a motherfucker about to go ape
If you got a pistol, just keep on tucking
Real G shit means don't say nothing
[Hook: Baseck & (Daveed Diggs)]
'Bout that (Game!), 'bout that (Life!)
'Bout that (Yey!), 'bout that (Pipe!)
'Bout that (Money!), 'bout that (Shit!)
Ain't that just bout a bitch?
'Bout that (Trap!), 'bout that (Gun!)
'Bout that (Bitch!), better not (Run!)
'Bout that (Gold!), 'bout that (Ice!)
'Bout that (Hood!), 'bout that (Life!)
Tyler Weston
6 years later and after all the stuff clipping has done I still come back to this tune, one of the first I heard from them and still one of my faves.
Michael Cristoferi
I'd agree! this song, and Get it, are two of my absolute favorite clipping songs.
Bullshit_is_real
Same
Krisγ·
Same
e.m.i.
thanks to npr's austin 100, amirite? (that's how i found this song anyway)
Jason Driver
I'm so happy you guys got signed to sub pop. you make really great music and I can't wait for your next album. keep up the good work.
Uncle Dell
This here comment aged like a fine wine. Cheers.
klep2ma2
[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs]
This is for the quarter water, penny candy, poor ventilation
Broken freezer, broke and freezing with a heater and a ring
Came from the slime at the bottom of the land before time
From the chalk dust falling out the pocket
The time James died on good times
The time lapse to the sunrise on the arctic
Shit from the vomit of the bowel with no solid
Human feces by the soil, sleeping bag on the street
By the row where they fight over french fries
And dope, where they choke for peso
Bitch this from that C-section
From the bloody afterbirth of the greed
Blood streaks on the back of a hearse
[Refrain: Daveed Diggs]
All green everything, gettin' that guap
All clean everything, swag on lock
Everybody holler at the first thing, fuck it
Real G shit means don't say nothin'
[Hook: Baseck & (Daveed Diggs)]
'Bout that (Game!), 'bout that (Life!)
'Bout that (Yey!), 'bout that (Pipe!)
'Bout that (Money!), 'bout that (Shit!)
Ain't that just bout a bitch?
'Bout that (Trap!), 'bout that (Gun!)
'Bout that (Bitch!), better not (Run!)
'Bout that (Gold!), 'bout that (Ice!)
'Bout that (Hood!), 'bout that (Life!)
[Verse 2: Daveed Diggs]
For the teeth loose, for the hole gnawed by the root
For the skeet shoot, taking on a chimp for the freaks
For the stiff upper lip, uppers loving the lift
The other utterances, yeah I'm fucking your bitch
The hard facade over the hard heart
The chrome rim, look at him, whipping a work of art
The fuck is Basquiat?Β Park name, Rosa Barks
The dogs let out to walk and the gods all talk gibberish
Yup, littlest pup figure he bigger enough
To scrap for the meat with a Rott'
Eat in the streets 'till it rot
Fecal for free and the steeple don't mean nothing
So everybody's Sunday best when you see him coming
[Refrain: Daveed Diggs]
All gray everything, reppin' them colors
Pastor always talking about sisters and brothers
Slanging on the church steps, fake suckers bluffing
Real G shit means don't say nothing
[Hook: Baseck & (Daveed Diggs)]
'Bout that (Game!), 'bout that (Life!)
'Bout that (Yey!), 'bout that (Pipe!)
'Bout that (Money!), 'bout that (Shit!)
Ain't that just bout a bitch?
'Bout that (Trap!), 'bout that (Gun!)
'Bout that (Bitch!), better not (Run!)
'Bout that (Gold!), 'bout that (Ice!)
'Bout that (Hood!), 'bout that (Life!)
[Verse 3: Daveed Diggs]
For the city that's going wild
And drowning without Poseidon
And flying their flags for tyrants
And vibing out on the violence
With Vitamin Water sighing
And crying bout the profiling
Profanity on the mind
Bout the vanity with all the blinds drawn
Looking out for the shooters
But fuck it, we are polluters
Riots is for the looters
The pious don't know the truth
Or the bias they pointing to
And the fire that they pursuing
Is higher than those with eyes
That is redder than jeans are blue
[Refrain: Daveed Diggs]
All purple everything, who got grapes
Higher than a motherfucker about to go ape
If you got a pistol, just keep on tucking
Real G shit means don't say nothing
[Hook: Baseck & (Daveed Diggs)]
'Bout that (Game!), 'bout that (Life!)
'Bout that (Yey!), 'bout that (Pipe!)
'Bout that (Money!), 'bout that (Shit!)
Ain't that just bout a bitch?
'Bout that (Trap!), 'bout that (Gun!)
'Bout that (Bitch!), better not (Run!)
'Bout that (Gold!), 'bout that (Ice!)
'Bout that (Hood!), 'bout that (Life!)
ReubenBlade
Wow! Completely original flow and beat. I'm speechless...
Danilo Stanich
Still one of the most unique beats I've ever heard and Daveed just slides over it like its nothing, these guys are geniuses.