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E.B.I.T.D.A.

Release date: 11th July 2025

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Clipse and Pharrell Williams team up with Pusha T and Malice on a track built around the language of financial success. The title itself, an acronym for earnings before interest, taxes, depreciation and amortisation, sets the tone: this is a song about money as measure and monument. Pharrell opens with bright, almost childlike imagery, vitamin C, bees, the sun, before pivoting to the material world of luxury cars and European landmarks. The production sits somewhere between braggadocio and precision, each line landing with deliberate weight. Pusha T dominates the verses and chorus, his delivery sharp and unadorned. He moves between the present tense of wealth and the past tense of survival, referencing federal intervention and the weight of memory alongside passport counts and passport stamps. The chorus anchors itself in a simple, repeating claim: "Now I'm ten times the E.B.I.T.D.A", a boast that collapses financial metrics into personal mythology. Malice appears in the final verse, adding texture to the song's meditation on scale, space, and the infrastructure of accumulation. Throughout, the track treats excess not as excess but as evidence, the scale itself a kind of truth.

"E.B.I.T.D.A." is a track by Clipse, released 11th July 2025. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 2 articles about Clipse.

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E.B.I.T.D.A.

[Verse 1: Pharrell Williams]

I mean the ears like vitamin C

I mean yellow like bright as a bee

I mean the sun like bright as can be

F80 knot you, tie it to me

Just to get from A to B and ain't drive it to see

The Palais, the Eiffel, Army won't turn the parades off

God bless Takeoff

I said I want the Rolls Royce with the drapes off

And it ain't electric so it's way off

[Verse 2: Pusha T]

Send it back

Sending for the Gordo pies?

Picked up the Turo and drive

Straight up the 405

The way that the boarders designed

I'm feeling like the lord of the skies

Arms like 2:45

Hit 'em, make sure that he dies

That text, won't never reply

The Feds came and collected my guys

The rain pours and I'm hearing it cries

[Chorus: Pusha T]

Went from heaters up to fevers up

Bitches in the back, the seat is up

Now I'm ten times the E.B.I.T.D.A

If you let the money talk, who speaking up

I'm sleepwalking, y'all don't dream enough

My third passport, I ain't seen enough

If you can breathe up there, it ain't steep enough

The scale don't lie, you ain't even us

(Yeah)

[Verse 3: Pusha T & Malice]

Shorty want me hit her like an archer

But I'm not desperate, so I starve her

How we fit thirty studs in the collar?

Open the sunroof, wave to my father

Remembering the shipments at the Portsmouth Harbor

Something for the face-numbers and the nodders

Grew up playing real life Contra

"Never give up," that's the mantra

Lifting all this weight, now I live behind the gate

Should DJ the way they digging through the crates

You niggas busting bricks on a plate

I need more space to make paste

The wrap houses running out of tape

The drug money busting out the safes

Scammers running in and out of Chase

Bottle service running out of Ace

[Chorus: Pusha T]

Went from heaters up to fevers up

Bitches in the back, the seat is up

Now I'm ten times the E.B.I.T.D.A

If you let the money talk, who speaking up

I'm sleepwalking, y'all don't dream enough

My third passport, I ain't seen enough

If you can breathe up there, it ain't steep enough

The scale don't lie, you ain't even us

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E.B.I.T.D.A.

2025

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