Lyrically, clipping.’s music attempts to reshuffle and repeat accepted rap scenarios, while eliminating a traditional single-point perspective. Diggs’s 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; Diggs’s 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 positive— despite the uncompromising nature of the production, and its obfuscatory lyrical content— and within five month’s of Midcity’s release, clipping. signed a deal with Sub Pop Records.
CLPPNG, the band’s 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 ‘rules’ of a genre are willfully questioned.
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Bullshit
clipping. Lyrics
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Floor of the Maybach
Leaking liquor slowly on a
Red stain weave track
Bentley curtains drawn, see the stained glass
Chardonnay and Jesus, broken Reese's Pieces
Broken piece of Alanis Morissette
Poster mostly unnoticed
And stripper booty mid tip drill
Midriff killin' the strut across the
Floor to guerrilla pimp filament glow
Lone pole, lone dancer, lone patron
Heavy bass and 808 thud
Plus breakfast buffet
Sausage, eggs, and orange juice box
Tour jete, on stage, goldilocks, airborne
Fishnets
Bleach-scented air, peach-scented hair
Nair-scented seat
Outside the sunrise repeats the usual
Armor All on the woodgrain morning again
The night is full of stars (Sunroof open)
If I had one
(Wind in the face) , would you want it?
Money in the mouth, strange metal taste
The headlights on these cars (Bullshit)
I am walking (Can't see nothing)
This is bullshit (Can't see nothing) yeah
Umbrella in a drink
Under an umbrella on a beach towel
Brought by a set of big tit's for a tip
Interchangeable Caribbean island
High-end sandals stripe sunburnt feet
French tips
Plastic ash trays, half-ashed blunt
Hennessy orange in the afternoon sun
Rolex with more diamonds than gears
Ice sculpture inexplicably solid for years
Rainbow in the pool spray
Dude ill fitting, swimsuit, Gucci
Grill glare barely visible, no grin
Air sticky, hot water, still no swimming
Thousand thread count on the sheets
Jacuzzi bubbles in the bathroom, bubbly
On a heart-shaped ice in a bucket
Platinum rope haphazard on the dresser like
"Fuck it"
The night is full of stars
(White-collared shirt) if I had one
(Open to the Third Reich)
Would you want it?
Pass security, don't say nothing
The headlights on these cars (Bullshit)
I am walking (Can't see nothing)
This is bullshit (Can't see nothing)
Uh, gold flex in the concrete
Black gum with tread pattern
From fresh sneaks
Gator boots clock paired with stiletto click
Cocked Wesson in a holster on a cop's hip
151 in an Aquafina bottle
Fitted cap to the side
Catch the waddle on the liquor legs
Neon flicker, glitter in the air
Powder in a bag, moving sidewalk
To drab carpet with a floral pattern
'70s chic to the panel walls
Sweat condensing on the windows, alcohol
And ammonia for the vomit puddle on the tile
Pipe to the lips, teeth missing from a smile
Clammy handshakes, pinky ring obsidian
A sequin on a plastic leaf
Reflecting what it sees
And about a million twisted faces
Floating over strained neck veins
Popping from adrenaline and wrapped
About with fake chains
Nights to the stars, party and bullshit
Bacardi for the bitches
Sip some rock by the pool shit
Cued up for the poolstick
You got to figure these triggers
Is going to pull shit, cool it
This some cool shit, party and bullshit
Fingers twisted like
"What the fuck you going to do?" shit
Nights full of stars, can't see nothing
Can't see nothing
The night is full of stars
(Glass mostly empty) if I had one
(Night 'most done) , would you want it?
Eyes red, skin pale, ain't no sun
The headlights on these cars (Bullshit)
I am walking (Can't see nothing)
This is bullshit (Can't see nothing)
The lyrics of "Bullshit" by clipping. (feat. Jalene Goodwin) paint a vivid picture of a lavish and chaotic party scene, filled with excess and superficiality. The song opens with a Patron bottle on the floor of a Maybach, leaking liquor onto a red stain weave track. We then see Bentley curtains drawn, revealing stained glass and a mix of high-end and pop culture decorations, from Chardonnay and Jesus to Alanis Morissette posters covered over with Weezy and Ricky Rose's (Lil Wayne and Rick Ross). The atmosphere is dominated by a lone pole dancer and lone patron amidst heavy bass and an 808 thud, while the breakfast buffet and the scent of bleach and peach fill the air.
The lyrics continue to describe various luxurious and excessive elements of this party, including umbrella drinks, big tips from big-breasted individuals, Caribbean islands, high-end sandals, Hennessy Orange, Rolex watches, and ice sculptures. Amidst the extravagant backdrop, there is a sense of emptiness and superficiality. The night is full of stars, but the singer questions if having one would even matter. Money in the mouth leaves a strange metal taste, headlights on the cars obscure vision, and the repetitive phrase of "This is bullshit" suggests a deep disillusionment and dissatisfaction with this lifestyle.
Together, the lyrics of "Bullshit" highlight the superficiality and emptiness that can be found within extravagant parties and materialistic indulgence. The song criticizes the excessive and vapid nature of such events, emphasizing the hollowness beneath the surface.
Lyrics © Fintage House Publishing
Written by: DAVEED DIGGS, WILLIAM MORAN HUTSON, JONATHAN RALEIGH SNIPES, JALENE GOODWIN
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klep2ma2
[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs]
Patron bottle empty on the floor of the Maybach
Leaking liquor slowly on a red stain weave track
Bentley curtains drawn see the stained glass
Chardonnay and Jesus, broken Reese's Pieces
Broken piece of Alanis Morissette poster mostly unnoticed
Covered over with Weezy and Ricky Rose's
And stripper booty mid tip drill
Midriff killin' the strut across the floor to guerrilla pimp
Filament glow
Lone pole, lone dancer, lone patron
Heavy bass and 808 thud, plus breakfast buffet
Sausage, eggs, and orange juice box
Tour jete, on stage, goldilocks, airborne, fishnets
Bleach-scented air, peach-scented hair, Nair-scented seat
Outside the sun rise repeats the usual
Armor All on the woodgrain
Morning again
[Hook: Jalene Goodwin and (Daveed Diggs)]
The night is full of stars, (sunroof open)
If I had one (wind in the face), would you want it?
(Money in the mouth, strange metal taste)
The headlights on these cars, (bullshit)
I am walking, (can't see nothing) this is bullshit (can't see nothing)
[Verse 2: Daveed Diggs]
Umbrella in a drink, under an umbrella on a beach towel
Brought by a set of big tits for a tip
Interchangeable Caribbean island
High-end sandals, striped sun burnt feet, french tips
Plastic ash trays, half ashed blunt
Hennessy orange in the afternoon sun
Rolex with more diamonds than gears
Ice sculpture inexplicably solid for years
Rainbow in the pool spray
Dude ill fitting, swimsuit, Gucci
Grill glare barely visible, no grin
Air sticky, hot water, still no swimming
Thousand thread count on the sheets
Jacuzzi bubbles in the bathroom, bubbly
On a heart-shape ice in a bucket
Platinum rope haphazard on the dresser like 'fuck it'
[Hook]
The night is full of stars, (white-collared shirt)
If I had one (open to the Third Reich), would you want it?
(Pass security, don't say nothing)
The headlights on these cars, (bullshit)
I am walking, (can't see nothing) this is bullshit (can't see nothing)
[Verse 3: Daveed Diggs]
Gold flex in the concrete
Black gum with tread pattern from fresh sneaks
Gator boots clock paired with stiletto click
Cocked Wesson in a holster on a cops hip
151 in an Aquafina bottle
Fitted cap to the side
Catch the waddle on the liquor legs
Neon flicker, glitter in the air
Powder in a bag, moving sidewalk
To drab carpet with a floral pattern, 70s chic
To the panel walls
Sweat condensing on the windows, alcohol
And ammonia for the vomit puddle on the tile
Pipe to the lips, teeth missing from a smile
Clammy handshakes, pinky ring obsidian
A sequin on a plastic leaf reflecting what it sees
And about a million twisted faces floating over strained neck veins
Popping from adrenaline and wrapped about with fake chains
[Pre-Hook: Daveed Diggs]
Nights to the stars, party and bullshit
Bacardi for the bitches, sip some rock by the pool shit
Cued up for the poolstick
You got to figure these triggers is going to pull shit, cool it
This some cool shit, party and bullshit
Fingers twisted like 'what the fuck you going to do shit'
Nights full of stars, can't see nothing, can't see nothing
[Hook]
The night is full of stars (glass mostly empty)
If I had one, (night 'most done) would you want it?
(Eyes red, skin pale, ain't no sun)
The headlights on these cars, (bullshit)
I am walking (can't see nothing), this is bullshit (can't see nothing)
ReubenBlade
This group seems to embrace the concept that less is more... They remind me why I fell in love with hip hop as a kid. Well done!!!
givemewhatsleftofmylife
Stupidly underrated song, album, and group
Wiggibow
Freshest shit ive heard this year, can't wait to see what these guys do next!
Nathan Schiltz
@yyeahsure not OP but found them around when Midcity dropped, I know it's not the most popular opinion but I think Midcity and their Self Titled are still their best albums. All of it is good but I just think the first two are their best
yyeahsure
Well?
klep2ma2
[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs]
Patron bottle empty on the floor of the Maybach
Leaking liquor slowly on a red stain weave track
Bentley curtains drawn see the stained glass
Chardonnay and Jesus, broken Reese's Pieces
Broken piece of Alanis Morissette poster mostly unnoticed
Covered over with Weezy and Ricky Rose's
And stripper booty mid tip drill
Midriff killin' the strut across the floor to guerrilla pimp
Filament glow
Lone pole, lone dancer, lone patron
Heavy bass and 808 thud, plus breakfast buffet
Sausage, eggs, and orange juice box
Tour jete, on stage, goldilocks, airborne, fishnets
Bleach-scented air, peach-scented hair, Nair-scented seat
Outside the sun rise repeats the usual
Armor All on the woodgrain
Morning again
[Hook: Jalene Goodwin and (Daveed Diggs)]
The night is full of stars, (sunroof open)
If I had one (wind in the face), would you want it?
(Money in the mouth, strange metal taste)
The headlights on these cars, (bullshit)
I am walking, (can't see nothing) this is bullshit (can't see nothing)
[Verse 2: Daveed Diggs]
Umbrella in a drink, under an umbrella on a beach towel
Brought by a set of big tits for a tip
Interchangeable Caribbean island
High-end sandals, striped sun burnt feet, french tips
Plastic ash trays, half ashed blunt
Hennessy orange in the afternoon sun
Rolex with more diamonds than gears
Ice sculpture inexplicably solid for years
Rainbow in the pool spray
Dude ill fitting, swimsuit, Gucci
Grill glare barely visible, no grin
Air sticky, hot water, still no swimming
Thousand thread count on the sheets
Jacuzzi bubbles in the bathroom, bubbly
On a heart-shape ice in a bucket
Platinum rope haphazard on the dresser like 'fuck it'
[Hook]
The night is full of stars, (white-collared shirt)
If I had one (open to the Third Reich), would you want it?
(Pass security, don't say nothing)
The headlights on these cars, (bullshit)
I am walking, (can't see nothing) this is bullshit (can't see nothing)
[Verse 3: Daveed Diggs]
Gold flex in the concrete
Black gum with tread pattern from fresh sneaks
Gator boots clock paired with stiletto click
Cocked Wesson in a holster on a cops hip
151 in an Aquafina bottle
Fitted cap to the side
Catch the waddle on the liquor legs
Neon flicker, glitter in the air
Powder in a bag, moving sidewalk
To drab carpet with a floral pattern, 70s chic
To the panel walls
Sweat condensing on the windows, alcohol
And ammonia for the vomit puddle on the tile
Pipe to the lips, teeth missing from a smile
Clammy handshakes, pinky ring obsidian
A sequin on a plastic leaf reflecting what it sees
And about a million twisted faces floating over strained neck veins
Popping from adrenaline and wrapped about with fake chains
[Pre-Hook: Daveed Diggs]
Nights to the stars, party and bullshit
Bacardi for the bitches, sip some rock by the pool shit
Cued up for the poolstick
You got to figure these triggers is going to pull shit, cool it
This some cool shit, party and bullshit
Fingers twisted like 'what the fuck you going to do shit'
Nights full of stars, can't see nothing, can't see nothing
[Hook]
The night is full of stars (glass mostly empty)
If I had one, (night 'most done) would you want it?
(Eyes red, skin pale, ain't no sun)
The headlights on these cars, (bullshit)
I am walking (can't see nothing), this is bullshit (can't see nothing)
dadov
In a year filled with great musical releases, Midcity tops my list of most awesome release. Fucking awesome videos, awesome music! keep it up and congrats on getting signed! :)
unmusically inclined
when the comment section finally appreciates that daveed diggs slaps and has always been a bop before hamilton and daveed being a bop is the reason he was in hamilton. not the other way arounf.
launderground
we love clipping.
Pavel Berov
bruh theyre mix is clean as fuck