clipping. - Dead Channel Sky
Intellectually challenging and ridiculously entertaining.
Cruz Beckham
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Now, flash forward two hundred years into the future Next figure
Fresh new skin for the avatar Just plugged in to the boulevard Booted up, suited, baby you's a star Blew a few amps, threw it to the car
No new friends, but the crew can mob Ice blue tennis shoe, make 'em, ooh, and, ah Too smooth attitude with the coolest mods They lose screws in the groups for the fuselage
Slide through, ride smooth, like a nude massage Mind loose, truth is a beautiful mirage Find clues, might lose all the cool visage Better keep it fine-tuned to the rules involved
Collect tools, that's the move 'til you use 'em all No kung-fu, you could Matrix through the walls That shit true, but the new hackers screw the calls A better set up make unelevated fools dissolve, ooh-wee
Finna make the news with the level up, see Settle all the dues and get metaled up, squeeze Biters catch the cool from the metal nuts, deez Easy, everything you need is in the breeze
Pixelated wind 'bout a hundred and ten It's just code, know your ones and your ohs And you can win, flip language, it's all the same Mouthpiece the foundation of game, talk code to 'em
Another hoodlum, another bad-boy scavenger poet figure He's called a data thief The data thief is told a story If you can find the crossroads A crossroads, this crossroads If you can make an archeological dig into this crossroads
From the coffin he reside, just a matter of time Slip him a derm of blue mine, and let that jockey Ride on 'em, ride on 'em, ride on 'em Fletcher on the side, bet it be a homicide on him, put five on 'em
Either that or get the three and nine on 'em touring twelve Once you're on that shit you deified, get you realigned Razorgirl out there looking fine, Jack off and you fine Jack in and she cut you every time
That new romance a good drug, so That judo stance to flip love, though Them nouveau lights, they do buzz low Keep it on two more nights to hit Ludlow
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"Code" is a song by clipping. from the album Dead Channel Sky, released in 2025. The song was written by Daveed Diggs, Jonathan Snipes, William Hutson. It was produced by Jonathan Snipes, William Hutson.
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Produced by Jonathan Snipes, William Hutson
Or Dubai, you water to the firewall Lotta dollars dropping and who more proper to find 'em all? All the watchers clockin', it ain't an options to fight 'em off Rock the balaclava and chop the block like a miter saw
You'll find fragments, techno fossils And if you could put those elements, those fragments together You'll find the code Crack that code And you'll have the keys to your future
Keep it on at least three hundred, wanna see these hundreds Baby drop that code on G All up in the PC frontin', but it don't mean nothin' 'Less you talk that code, don't speak
'Cause they gon' see you comin' if they hear you mumblin' That weak shit on your street Won't no one believe your stuntin', so you best not stutter When you talk that code, ooh-wee
Keep it on at least three hundred, wanna see these hundreds Baby drop that code on G All up in the PC frontin', but it don't mean nothin' 'Less you talk that code, don't speak
'Cause they gonna see you comin' if they hear you mumblin' That weak shit on your street Won't no one believe your stuntin', so you best not stutter When you talk that code, ooh-wee
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