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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Club Down
clipping. Lyrics
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Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down
Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down
The schoolyard reeks of sewage, broken pipes, broken promise
The thin man staggers lucid for this time of night
Drying vomit dangles from the beard, step, mumble, shuffle, trip
Tut, tut, it looks like rain
He remembers A. A. Milne each time the sky is this kind of grey
That, or his favorite film, Gene Kelly leaping Technicolor through the fray
And feeling glorious, the story is an allegory for his days, but night is coming now
Vials snap, aluminum sounds, fibers slap as drops descend on tall cans
It's all hands on deck to chase the pain away
Dealers rockin' parkas with plenty pockets for product
The money, horrors, the logic and babies holler from colic
The symphony is tectonic, it shifts as the Earth is settlin'
Precious metals are mined and a million minds have been meddlin' with time
In the hopes of getting a golden noose for the neck
Golden goose from a fairy tale, shittin' Faberge eggs
Here snitches shit bricks, then quick to talk Pig Latin
That black dart too slick for that kid
Tappin' a window while lookin' over his shoulder
Stop lookin' over your shoulder
You're never caught from behind as long as you keep movin' forward
They long for the sleep like they mortal, be zombies, but they got this portal
In their minds and the molecules get rewired every trip they takin' through time
And they trippin' nightly, the blacks of the eyes igniting
The pits in the backyard biting, the cats in the trashcan fighting
The feeling of guns peeling like bells in a telltale reeling
Of bodies losing they feeling and falling down and the ceiling
Is black from the smoke that's rising, the scent is just so enticing
The scent is a small price for the right to live out your vices, now
Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down
And every night after the club it goes down
Plenty, plenty, mo' rounds, bodies, bodies on the ground
On Broadway or Main Street they all stumble out
To a dozen pairs of hands pullin' bottles from they mouths
Hotties hardly walk now, everybody passed out
In the backseat of the taxi, so they never heard a sound
It's the city and the city and you only see one
And it all looked pretty when it all begun
But the shit is got to balance on the barrel of a gun
All the money in the world ain't gonna stop none of that gangsta shit
That gangsta shit, the whole world lovin' that gangsta shit
Can't change this shit, it's dangerous, but it really ain't nuttin' to a gangsta
Bitch, what you know about that? Don't act like a newbie
New D boys get jacked, what you need is a New Jack Swing
And a new truly discerning taste for the base, like a foodie
Harmony's cruelly high when it's on his step
Stepped on dope is a safety net and the dope fiends cry but they don't regret
Everyone get high, go out 'til they
Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down
Why you fightin' all the shit that make the world go 'round?
World go 'round, world, world go 'round
Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down
Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down
It's the city and the city and you only see one
And it all looked pretty when it all begun
But the shit is got to balance on the barrel of a gun
All the money in the world ain't gonna stop none of that gangsta shit
That gangsta shit, the whole world lovin' that gangsta shit
Can't change this shit, it's dangerous, but it really ain't nuttin' to a gangsta
Got the twenties and the fifities wrapped up under all the ones
Two for twenty, five for fifty, you could move a couple tons
You could put it in the blood or you could put it in the lungs
But, whatever you cough up, remember that it all begun with that gangsta shit
That gangsta shit, the whole world lovin' that gangsta shit
Can't change this shit, it's dangerous, but it really ain't nuttin' to a gangsta
The song “Club Down” by clipping. feat. Sarah Bernat explores the darker side of nightlife and the glamorization of gang culture. The song speaks to the reckless abandon and self-destruction that can go hand in hand with partying and substance abuse. The first verse describes the aftermath of a club closing and the debauchery that often ensues, from the smell of sewage to stumbling and vomiting patrons. The second verse examines the relationship between drugs, violence, and the allure of the gangster lifestyle. The chorus repeats the phrase “turn the lights off, they done shut the club down” to drive home the idea that eventually, the party must end, often with dangerous consequences.
The lyrics of “Club Down” are full of intricate storytelling and wordplay. The first verse sets the tone for the rest of the song with vivid descriptions of the aftermath of a wild party. Lines like “Tut, tut, it looks like rain / He remembers A. A. Milne each time the sky is this kind of grey” showcase the wordplay and literary references that are a hallmark of clipping.’s music. The second verse delves deeper into the darker side of the nightlife scene, with references to drugs, guns, and gang activity. The repeated phrase “that gangsta shit” underscores the glamorization of gang culture in mainstream rap music.
Line by Line Meaning
Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down
The club is closed for the night, it's time to leave
Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down
Reiteration that the club is closed
The schoolyard reeks of sewage, broken pipes, broken promise
The environment is unclean and neglected
The thin man staggers lucid for this time of night
A drunk man is walking unsteadily, even for nighttime
Drying vomit dangles from the beard, step, mumble, shuffle, trip
The man is so drunk that he is stumbling with vomit still on him
But the trajectory is clear, he's headed for the covered steps
Despite his state, he has a clear goal in mind
Tut, tut, it looks like rain
Commentary on the weather, which may exacerbate the situation
He remembers A. A. Milne each time the sky is this kind of grey
The man associates a specific shade of grey with a literary work from his past
That, or his favorite film, Gene Kelly leaping Technicolor through the fray
Another cultural reference that the man identifies with
And feeling glorious, the story is an allegory for his days, but night is coming now
Despite his intoxication, he feels a sense of joy associated with storytelling
Vials snap, aluminum sounds, fibers slap as drops descend on tall cans
Drugs are being prepared for consumption
It's all hands on deck to chase the pain away
Drug use is an attempt to numb emotional or physical pain
Dealers rockin' parkas with plenty pockets for product
Drug dealers are well-prepared for making transactions
The money, horrors, the logic and babies holler from colic
Various sounds, including crying babies and the horrors of drug use, fill the air
The symphony is tectonic, it shifts as the Earth is settlin'
The environment is constantly changing and moving in ways outside of the characters' control
Precious metals are mined and a million minds have been meddlin' with time
The world is being manipulated and transformed in ways both grandiose and subtle
In the hopes of getting a golden noose for the neck
People are working hard for more wealth and power, but it may ultimately lead to their downfall
Golden goose from a fairy tale, shittin' Faberge eggs
A reference to a fictitious animal that produces valuable eggs
Here snitches shit bricks, then quick to talk Pig Latin
People who inform on others become fearful when caught, but may still reveal information
That black dart too slick for that kid
Someone more experienced than a newcomer is using tactics that outsmart them
Tappin' a window while lookin' over his shoulder
A character is careful and cautious in their actions
Stop lookin' over your shoulder
Advice to let go of fear and focus on the present
You're never caught from behind as long as you keep movin' forward
As long as you keep moving forward, you won't get caught off guard
They long for the sleep like they mortal, be zombies, but they got this portal
Characters are exhausted and seeking sleep as a relief
In their minds and the molecules get rewired every trip they takin' through time
Drug use alters people's brain chemistry and has lasting effects
And they trippin' nightly, the blacks of the eyes igniting
Drug use is a regular occurrence and is evident in people's physical appearances
The pits in the backyard biting, the cats in the trashcan fighting
The environment is unclean and dangerous
The feeling of guns peeling like bells in a telltale reeling
Guns firing are a common and noticeable occurrence
Of bodies losing they feeling and falling down and the ceiling
People are getting shot and dying, with their bodies falling to the ground
Is black from the smoke that's rising, the scent is just so enticing
Gun smoke is filling the room and smelling appealing despite the danger
The scent is a small price for the right to live out your vices, now
Risking danger is worth fulfilling personal desires, even if it's just through drug use
And every night after the club it goes down
The environment described is a regular occurrence
Plenty, plenty, mo' rounds, bodies, bodies on the ground
Violence and death are common and frequent
On Broadway or Main Street they all stumble out
People are leaving various places in a similar state
To a dozen pairs of hands pullin' bottles from they mouths
People are drinking heavily and need assistance with their bottles
Hotties hardly walk now, everybody passed out
People are so drunk that they can barely walk and are passing out
In the backseat of the taxi, so they never heard a sound
People are so drunk that they are sleeping through their taxi ride
It's the city and the city and you only see one
Despite there being two sides to a situation, only one is visible
And it all looked pretty when it all begun
The situation seemed promising at the start, but has since deteriorated
But the shit is got to balance on the barrel of a gun
Violence is necessary to maintain balance and control
All the money in the world ain't gonna stop none of that gangsta shit
Money alone cannot prevent violent or illegal actions
That gangsta shit, the whole world lovin' that gangsta shit
Despite its negative effects, people are enticed by violent or illegal actions
Can't change this shit, it's dangerous, but it really ain't nuttin' to a gangsta
The dangers of the environment are significant, but not enough to deter someone who has embraced it
Bitch, what you know about that? Don't act like a newbie
Don't pretend to know about something that you don't
New D boys get jacked, what you need is a New Jack Swing
Newcomers are subjected to theft, and they need to learn how to fit in
And a new truly discerning taste for the base, like a foodie
Developing a more sophisticated taste for drugs, like someone who appreciates good food
Harmony's cruelly high when it's on his step
Drug use can create the illusion of happiness and well-being
Stepped on dope is a safety net and the dope fiends cry but they don't regret
Even drug users that know they are using lower quality drugs and are risking danger still do it with some level of relief
Everyone get high, go out 'til they
Drug use is common and people use it to have a good time
Why you fightin' all the shit that make the world go 'round?
Don't resist things that are part of the environment and the culture
World go 'round, world, world go 'round
Reiteration of the idea that the world functions as it does
Got the twenties and the fifities wrapped up under all the ones
Money is being hidden under smaller bills
Two for twenty, five for fifty, you could move a couple tons
Drugs are being sold and the pricing structure is laid out
You could put it in the blood or you could put it in the lungs
Drugs can be consumed in different ways
But, whatever you cough up, remember that it all begun with that gangsta shit
Drug use is linked to a dangerous and violent culture
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Daveed Diggs, Jonathan Snipes, Sarah Bernat, Steven L Kaplan, William Hutson
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