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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Summertime feat. King Tee
clipping. Lyrics
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No ceilings, they pitchin' that Helen Mirren
It's summer, that pot stick (pot stick)
Block burning, G's banging on the beach
White tees, no socks shit
Palm tree on lean, bass rocks with the knock
Every cockpit bumpin' that Pac on the stock system
Rattlin' but battle ready cause they got the heavy metal
Watch it, everybody observe the color of the block where they walkin'
Watch how they walkin', see her at the payphone code talkin'
She got them eyes, shorts, thighs thick, pussy poppin'
So the lay of the block maintain as long everybody play they role, if not
Try to step on somebody else's line, but when they do
A critic quick to put a clip in a nine
A motherfucker will die in the summertime
Low nose clown on they pogo bounce when they slow-mo round
Make the hoes go down, homies smoke that loud 'til they choke fall out
And they run they mouth, what they don't know might end 'em
Cause them women so fine in the summertime
Turn a six to a dime in the summertime
Motherfuckers still die in the summertime
It happens all the time in the summertime
Hold the liquor, it's an avalanche comin'
A Cali nigga flooded in ice and quite stunnin'
And who wouldn't believe the West Coast brung 'em
When the rest start runnin' when my set start gunnin'
I came to represent for the Liquid Empire
The Lexus squire with about six friars
Been a minute since I lit a nigga on fire
And I won't stop rockin' 'til ya nigga expire
I-a gut the mic with the negative hype
Any steelo will fashion, I'm a negative type
Write whatever you like, starts day into night
Paragraphin' how you have it, I be crashin' your sight
As a treat, I'll eat all beef and gripes
Toss up you niggas tryin' to peel my stripes
Killas don't fright but hold up, here's the truth
Summer turn cold when the crown hits the booth, nigga
Low nose clown on they pogo bounce when they slow-mo round
Make the hoes go down, homies smoke that loud 'til they choke fall out
And they run they mouth, what they don't know might end 'em
Cause them women so fine in the summertime
Turn a six to a dime in the summertime
Motherfuckers still die in the summertime
It happens all the time in the summertime
Dice game, rice rocket, pipe laying, sidewalkin'
Eyes, drankin' wine, talkin' (?) (Right?)
Price payin', eye sockets, dry makin', fire lockin'
Fly paper skyrockets, scare residentials
Donuts in the cul-de-sac, photos at the intersection
Show 'em that Corona's back, flipping off the pigs and
Breaking mirrors cause he own it jack
And he on about half a pill and he don't wanna yack
So he keep it rollin' like that dice game
Homies talk shit, Andrew Dice Clay
Homies take shifts watching vice playing nice like they ain't narcs
Roll a seven, guns spark, dogs bark, dial nine-eleven
Cars parked ring alarms, homies stop bettin' just for a second
Then started up again like resurrection, then count their blessings
Stop rubberneckin', you lookin' sweeter than confection, pause
Laugh it off or get a weapon
Low nose clown on they pogo bounce when they slow-mo round
Make the hoes go down, homies smoke that loud 'til they choke fall out
And they run they mouth, what they don't know might end 'em
Cause them women so fine in the summertime
Turn a six to a dime in the summertime
Motherfuckers still die in the summertime
It happens all the time in the summertime
Clipping's song Summertime reflects on the experiences and events that happen in the summer, a season that is characterized by vacations, beach outings, and of course, the heat. The song begins with a description of a beach as a place where some people come to show off by driving fancy cars and having no boundaries when it comes to partying. The song describes the ghetto lifestyle and how the people make the most of their summers. The song's lyrics depict the complexities of life, where everyone tries to maintain their position and respect on the block.
The lyrics also display the influence of the West Coast hip hop scene on Clipping's music. The lyrics reflect the attitudes and slang often associated with California rap. Clipping shows off their lyrical prowess through wordplay and metaphors such as "Every cockpit bumpin' that Pac on the stock system" and "A motherfucker will die in the summertime." The lyrics also contain references to Andrew Dice Clay, an American comedian and actor. The song is a reminder of the dangers of gang violence and how people can lose their lives during the summer months, not just in the ghetto but in any neighborhood.
Line by Line Meaning
Set's up high, bitches and whips topless
People are driving around in fancy cars with the top down
No ceilings, they pitchin' that Helen Mirren
The car has no roof, and they're blasting music so loud that it can be heard over the sound of the car, like Helen Mirren's voice in a movie
It's summer, that pot stick (pot stick)
It's summer, and people are smoking weed out of a stick-shaped pipe
Block burning, G's banging on the beach
The neighborhood is hot and filled with gang members hanging out at the beach
White tees, no socks shit
People are wearing white t-shirts and no socks
Palm tree on lean, bass rocks with the knock
The palm tree is leaning from the weight of the bass in the music
Every cockpit bumpin' that Pac on the stock system
Every car is playing Tupac's music on the stock sound system
Rattlin' but battle ready cause they got the heavy metal
The car is making noise because of the bass, but they're still ready for a fight because they have weapons inside the car
To handle for the fed he watchin'
They have weapons to protect themselves from the police who might be watching them
Watch it, everybody observe the color of the block where they walkin'
Be careful of the gang colors in the neighborhood
Watch how they walkin', see her at the payphone code talkin'
People are being watched to see if they're talking in code on the payphone
She got them eyes, shorts, thighs thick, pussy poppin'
She's attractive and dancing seductively
So the lay of the block maintain as long everybody play they role, if not
The neighborhood will stay peaceful if everyone stays in their assigned roles, but if not, there may be trouble
Try to step on somebody else's line, but when they do
If people cross other gang members' territories, there may be violence
A critic quick to put a clip in a nine
If someone criticizes the gang, they may be shot
A motherfucker will die in the summertime
People may die in the summer because of gang violence
Low nose clown on they pogo bounce when they slow-mo round
Someone is doing tricks on a pogo stick
Make the hoes go down, homies smoke that loud 'til they choke fall out
Women are being impressed, and friends are smoking weed excessively
And they run they mouth, what they don't know might end 'em
People are talking too much and could get in trouble for not knowing enough information
Cause them women so fine in the summertime
Women are looking especially attractive in the summer
Turn a six to a dime in the summertime
Women are looking more attractive than usual
Motherfuckers still die in the summertime
People may still die even though it's summer
It happens all the time in the summertime
Summer doesn't prevent violence from happening
Hold the liquor, it's an avalanche comin'
Be careful with alcohol because it could lead to trouble
A Cali nigga flooded in ice and quite stunnin'
Someone is wearing a lot of expensive jewelry and it looks impressive
And who wouldn't believe the West Coast brung 'em
People would assume the jewelry was bought on the West Coast
When the rest start runnin' when my set start gunnin'
When the gang starts shooting, people run away
I came to represent for the Liquid Empire
The rapper is representing his gang
The Lexus squire with about six friars
The rapper is driving a fancy car with several friends
Been a minute since I lit a nigga on fire
It's been a while since the rapper has killed someone
And I won't stop rockin' 'til ya nigga expire
The rapper will continue rapping until his enemies are dead
I-a gut the mic with the negative hype
The rapper is speaking negatively on the mic
Any steelo will fashion, I'm a negative type
He has a negative attitude and isn't trying to conform to any specific style
Write whatever you like, starts day into night
You can write whatever you want, at any time of day
Paragraphin' how you have it, I be crashin' your sight
He'll disrupt your view with his negativity
As a treat, I'll eat all beef and gripes
As a reward, he'll handle any complaints or feedback
Toss up you niggas tryin' to peel my stripes
He'll defend himself against anyone who tries to claim he's not a real gang member
Killas don't fright but hold up, here's the truth
Real killers aren't afraid, but he wants to tell the truth
Summer turn cold when the crown hits the booth, nigga
Summer isn't a time for fun and games when he's rapping on the microphone
Dice game, rice rocket, pipe laying, sidewalkin'
People are gambling with dice, riding motorcycles, smoking weed, and walking on sidewalks
Eyes, drankin' wine, talkin' (?) (Right?)
People are drinking, talking, and possibly smoking weed
Price payin', eye sockets, dry makin', fire lockin'
People are paying a high price, doing drugs, and holding guns
Fly paper skyrockets, scare residentials
People are lighting fireworks and causing fear in the neighborhood
Donuts in the cul-de-sac, photos at the intersection
People are driving in circles and taking pictures at the intersection
Show 'em that Corona's back, flipping off the pigs and
They're showing off their gang and anger towards the police
Breaking mirrors cause he own it jack
Someone is breaking mirrors because they're angry
And he on about half a pill and he don't wanna yack
He's high on drugs and doesn't want to vomit
So he keep it rollin' like that dice game
He keeps the party going like the gambling game with dice
Homies talk shit, Andrew Dice Clay
His friends are talking negatively like the comedian Andrew Dice Clay
Homies take shifts watching vice playing nice like they ain't narcs
His friends take turns keeping watch, pretending not to be undercover cops
Roll a seven, guns spark, dogs bark, dial nine-eleven
When someone wins the dice game, guns are fired, dogs bark, and people call the police
Cars parked ring alarms, homies stop bettin' just for a second
Car alarms go off, and his friends pause their betting
Then started up again like resurrection, then count their blessings
They start again like nothing happened and are grateful to be alive
Stop rubberneckin', you lookin' sweeter than confection, pause
Stop staring, because you look attractive like candy
Laugh it off or get a weapon
Either accept the joke or be prepared to fight
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@FurryWrecker911
"Low nose clown on they pogo bounce when they slow-mo round make the hoes go down..."
That is the slickest way to say "These guys are driving slowly in low riders trying to pick up women." That is creative as heck.
@monstergirl784
Clipping seems so unknown. They have to be heard about more. They make really really good music.
I feel like I'm gonna regret saying that
@papermario477
monster girl
clipping. - Clout Gang (ft. xxxtentacion, Post Malone and Lil Pump) OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO
@codyzitek5410
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@camillaclay5422
No youβre totally right they deserve so much more credit they are literal geniuses
@josephc.3192
I always expect the best verses from Daveed, but king t has a really dope flow here. I love this song
@MeGustaWHAT
And this is when I realize I've been listening to clipping longer than I thought. Fk I love this shit.
@HxH2011DRA
2x makes this god-tier
@AngelicaKroner
Daveed Diggs is probably the best rapper I've ever heard.
@thcrackman7514
Clearly haven't heard Mos Def