Clipping. - Run It lyrics
clipping. [Daveed Diggs, William Hutson, Jonathan Snipes] LA, CA. U.S. 🇺🇸
The trio Clipping. enjoys widespread popularity among fans of experimental music. The artists, who lean towards heavy industrial hip-hop and atonal noise in their work, often turn to electronic music, including references to Detroit techno. Their last album, "Visions of Bodies Being Burned," was released nearly four years ago—this extended silence will end in 2025 when they release a new album titled "Hip-Hop & Cyberpunk." As a promotion, the artists have presented the single "Run It," which features a blend of glitch and acid techno. The track is accompanied by a cinematic music video that resembles a spy thriller. In the video, the musicians are part of an international syndicate: they are being pursued around the world, including the USA, Germany, South Korea, Thailand, India, and the Czech Republic.
[Clipping. - Run It lyrics]
Get the work in
Get the work in
Get the work in
Get the work in
Get the work in
Get the work in, put it in the pot
Mix the motherfucker till it rot
Roll it, till it, fit it to the needle
Then you stick it in the middle
Of the hood
And watch 'em run it
[Verse 1]
Got a bag, got a bitch
By the bar (by the bar)
She bring the cash, catch
A motherfucking star (fucking star)
Pay the tab, pop another
Purple pack (purple pack)
Slow it down enough so you can
Get the world back (world back)
Pussy in the air, pussy popping
On the floor (on the floor)
Elevator up to 27
There she go (there she go)
Two inside, two more say they
On the way (on the way)
Back to back, back up
In the club to make the
[Chorus]
Jaw bone sore from the teeth grind
Got too fast for the rewind
Have to put it back piece by piece by
Please mind the gap behind the black sheets
[Verse 2]
Find sprinkles of
Sanity for the gums
Vanity for the tongue
Canopy for the cum
Damn it, want to be dumb
Skin is itching, sitting bitching
In the back seat
'Till the switch flip
And you're spilling spit
On the concrete
[Refrain]
Pill under the tongue and let it melt
Catch the feeling for a minute by yourself
When it's needles on the bottom of your feet
You know the shit done made it
Down into the blood
And you can run it
[Verse 3]
Got a Jones
Got a itchy trigger finger (trigger finger)
Got to go, Paulo got
A couple stingers (couple stingers)
Get a dab, let it get you
Straight again (straight again)
Get a cab
Didn't mean to wake up
In the same clothes
You been rocking
For a motherfucking week
Don't let nobody get it twisted
You are not a fucking tweaker
Put the shit designer, cook up in the beaker
Put the shit designer, Gucci on the sneaker
[Chorus]
Jaw bone sore from the teeth grind
Got too fast for the rewind
Have to put it back
Piece by piece by
Please mind the gap
Behind the black sheets
[Verse 4]
Find traces of residue in the pots
Etching you in the thoughts
Of every new city cop
The ingenue was an opp
Skin is itching
You just a bitch with a bounty
Till the switch flip and
You sucking dick in the county
[Refrain]
Aluminum in between the teeth
Mean you probably got to get up out the street
Get your connect on the phone
And let him know
You got the paper in your pocket for him
And you need to run it
[Bridge]
Don- don- don- don- don-
Don't it feel like god to you
Who's your daddy?
Can he buy you what you want?
This is what you want
Don't it feel like god to you?
Put that up inside
Run it up inside
Run it, get your life
[Verse 5]
Got a deal, said they got a VIP
Got a vibe, never had to show ID
Got to rush, got a water bottle ready
Got a pill
Drop and then
Shake it (shake it)
Shake it (shake it)
Shake that shit round
You all the way up and
They thinking they down
Leave the club looking for that real shit
Grab a dub
Can you catch the feeling
It's the
[Chorus]
Jaw bone sore from the teeth grind
Got too fast for the rewind
Have to put it back
Piece by piece by
Please mind the gap
Behind the black sheets
[Verse 6]
Fine remnants
Of something inside your head
Rusting and running red
Must've been nearly dead
Then they came for the bread
Skin is itching and twitching
Running a fat check
Until the switch flip
And you end up taking your last breath
[Outro]
Bloody on the inside of the lip
Bite it every minute 'til it split
Let the drip fall slowly to the floor
Until there isn't anymore
And you know that you need to run it
