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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Looking Like Meat
clipping. Lyrics
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Hands up if you want some
Hands up if you ready for more
'Cause you ain't really got none
Say "Come here
Yeah, you
You look like you think you hard
Get the fuck out
Hey you, step off
Before somebody pull your card
Where you from?
Where you from?
Get the fuck out"
Lunch time, come and get it
Too long standing in the lunch line
Hungry with it
Oh, you got a punch line?
Just a minute, gotta get the Mack in one time
Thread too expensive for the G, see the drip?
Crypt keeper Crip walking where the feet are lit
Blood drinker blood talking when you see the blick
Brazy on the brain, crack the skull
Go on, eat the shit
Stem on, step off, somebody smell like fear
Somebody got no clue why he is here
That might be you, you might want to be clear
It's cool, it's cool, you're so endearing
Looking like a snack, no cap, no flattery
But you like to beat it up and come no battery
So free range meat, guess it'll have to be
Roast on a spit, pole through the oral cavity
Got you over kid, don't front
Once in a black moon, don't pack a gun
But a fork for the flesh
And a spoon for the fluid
And the sharpest knife in the drawer to slice right through it
Like meat fresh like dice in the mirror
Like Tyson, just bite right through the ear
Like Christ, you don't still get a mic
No one cares about your bars
Your screams are the thing they wanna hear
No way, better make one
Nothing comes easy
Can't be scared to say something
When you speak, make them believe it
Hands up if you hungry
Hands up if you need something
Hands up if your hand shakes
It's time for you to eat something
Say "Come here
Yeah, you
You look like you think you hard
Where you from?
Get the fuck out
Hey you, step off
Before somebody cut your arm
Where you from?
Fix your face
Get the fuck out"
Big one, you don't wanna smoke a pack of razor blades for fun
Underneath your tongue I do magic tricks
God save him, I'm special ayy
'Cause I'm a wizard with the shit
Pearl Harbor with the clips
I'm a pit bull, mix Oxy with the gun powder
I don't trust y'all playing in the background, shifty
Low down, gritty and grimy
Little sag in the pants and some gold teeth
Never trust that shirt, I'm a known freak
Something gets you, leave you looking like dead meat
Man these pussy ass niggas
I'm in the rain with this shotty up
I'll strip you to your pussy meat and make you give my money up
Don't tell me who's telling
Don't give a fuck what you selling
I'm butt naked, don't follow
Easy cappin', G's no talent
Them niggas reckless, them niggas extra
Nigga, I'll fuck your bitch with a headdress
Camera in, no head rest
She only listen to Sheck Wes, I'm
No way, better make one
Fiending for some bleeding
Not waiting for no one
Busy over here eating
Hands down, they ain't hungry
Hands down, they don't need shit
Don't start shit, it won't be shit
'Less you really 'bout that beef
If that's the case
Come here
Yeah, you
You look good enough to eat
Where that face?
Wear that face out
Hey you, step up
'Cause you looking like meat
Fix your face
Gonna take that face off
Wear that face out
The lyrics to "Looking Like Meat" by Clipping. Ho99o9 are about power, control, and violence. The song begins by asking the listener if they are hungry or want some, setting a tone of aggression and dominance. The chorus repeats the phrase "come here" directed towards someone who is perceived as looking tough or hard. The song takes on a grimy and gritty feel, with references to crypt keepers, blood drinkers, and the idea of consuming flesh as a form of power. The lyrics are raw and explicit, with references to violence, cutting, and cannibalism.
Line by Line Meaning
Hands up if you hungry
Raise your hands if you are starving
Hands up if you want some
Raise your hands if you want to eat something
Hands up if you ready for more
Raise your hands if you want more food
'Cause you ain't really got none
Because you don't actually have any food
Say "Come here
I am calling your attention
You look like you think you hard
You appear to be acting tough
Where you from?
What is your origin?
Get the fuck out
Leave this place immediately
Hey you, step off
Move away from here
Before somebody pull your card
Before someone exposes your true identity
Lunch time, come and get it
It is time for lunch, come and eat
Too long standing in the lunch line
Waiting in the lunch line has taken too much time
Hungry with it
I am very hungry
Oh, you got a punch line?
Do you have a witty remark to make?
Just a minute, gotta get the Mack in one time
Wait a moment, I need to handle something important
Thread too expensive for the G, see the drip?
I cannot afford to buy expensive clothing, can you see my style?
Crypt keeper Crip walking where the feet are lit
Dancing in a gang style where the sneakers shine
Blood drinker blood talking when you see the blick
Talking tough when you see the gun
Brazy on the brain, crack the skull
Crazy thoughts in my mind, I will hit you hard
Go on, eat the shit
Do what you have to do to survive
Stem on, step off, somebody smell like fear
Stay calm, move away, someone is scared
Somebody got no clue why he is here
Someone is clueless as to why they are present
That might be you, you might want to be clear
It might be you, so comprehend clearly
It's cool, it's cool, you're so endearing
It's fine, I actually like you
Looking like a snack, no cap, no flattery
You look attractive, I'm not exaggerating
But you like to beat it up and come no battery
However, you like to have sex but do not last long
So free range meat, guess it'll have to be
I will have to settle for meat that is not of high quality
Roast on a spit, pole through the oral cavity
Cooked on a stick, the rod passing through the mouth
Got you over kid, don't front
I have the upper hand over you, don't pretend
Once in a black moon, don't pack a gun
Rarely carry a gun
But a fork for the flesh
Use a fork to eat meat
And a spoon for the fluid
Use a spoon to drink the juice
And the sharpest knife in the drawer to slice right through it
Use the sharpest knife to cut the meat
Like meat fresh like dice in the mirror
Fresh meat looks like diced meat in the reflection
Like Tyson, just bite right through the ear
Like Mike Tyson, bite the ear during a fight
Like Christ, you don't still get a mic
Like Jesus, you don't get much credit
No one cares about your bars
No one is interested in your music lyrics
Your screams are the thing they wanna hear
People are just interested in your wild behavior
No way, better make one
You have to make your way no matter what
Nothing comes easy
You need to work hard for success
Can't be scared to say something
Do not be afraid to express your opinion
When you speak, make them believe it
Speak confidently and convince them
Hands up if you need something
Raise your hands if you need help
Hands up if your hand shakes
If you are trembling, raise your hands
It's time for you to eat something
You should eat something
You look good enough to eat
You look so attractive that I want to devour you
Where that face?
Where did your face go?
Wear that face out
Put your face on
Gonna take that face off
I will remove your face
Wear that face out
Put your face on
Big one, you don't wanna smoke a pack of razor blades for fun
You do not want to experience extreme pain for pleasure
Underneath your tongue I do magic tricks
I stash things under your tongue without you noticing
God save him, I'm special ayy
I am unique, may God protect him
'Cause I'm a wizard with the shit
Because I have a talent for this
Pearl Harbor with the clips
Letting backup come without warning
I'm a pit bull, mix Oxy with the gun powder
I am a very aggressive person, and will mix Oxycontin with gunpowder for fun
I don't trust y'all playing in the background, shifty
I don't trust you people who try to manipulate from behind the scenes
Low down, gritty and grimy
Unpleasant and dishonorable behavior
Little sag in the pants and some gold teeth
My pants are slightly loose and I have some gold teeth
Never trust that shirt, I'm a known freak
Do not trust my clothing, as I am known for being weird
Something gets you, leave you looking like dead meat
Something bad will happen to you and you will look terrible
Man these pussy ass niggas
I am angry at these weak and cowardly men
I'm in the rain with this shotty up
I am in the rain holding a gun
I'll strip you to your pussy meat and make you give my money up
I will commit a violent act and force you to give me your money
Don't tell me who's telling
Do not reveal who told you this information
Don't give a fuck what you selling
I do not care about what you are selling
I'm butt naked, don't follow
I am exposed, do not follow me
Easy cappin', G's no talent
It is easy to deceive people, G's aren't very talented
Them niggas reckless, them niggas extra
Those men are very wild and over the top
Nigga, I'll fuck your bitch with a headdress
I will have sex with your partner while wearing a cultural headdress
Camera in, no head rest
The camera is on, but there is no support for my head
She only listen to Sheck Wes, I'm
She only loves Sheck Wes' music, not mine
No way, better make one
You have to create your own path
Fiending for some bleeding
Craving for some violence
Not waiting for no one
I am not waiting for anyone else
Busy over here eating
I am preoccupied with eating
Hands down, they ain't hungry
They are not hungry anymore
Hands down, they don't need shit
They do not need anything
Don't start shit, it won't be shit
Do not initiate trouble, and there won't be any
'Less you really 'bout that beef
If you are really serious about fighting
If that's the case
If that is true
You looking like meat
You look like a delicious meal
Fix your face
Get your facial expression in check
Lyrics Β© CORBETTA MUSIC
Written by: Daveed Diggs, Jonathan Snipes, William Hutson
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