Get Processed (feat. Cat Rap & Kitty Nap)

Get Processed (feat. Cat Rap & Kitty Nap)

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My first publicly-released single, ever. That's why I'm so proud of this song... because I made it through the journey to get here. It means so much to me, and I hope you love it.

The music for this song was originally created on my Roland MC-101, and then chopped & rearranged in Logic Pro. The simple, bouncy groove really spoke to me, and I knew pretty quick that I would include it in my first album. But I didn't know it would be my first single.

When I first sent this song in for mixing & mastering, the final chorus you hear did not exist at all—it took me some soul-searching before I decided I wasn't happy with it. That was difficult because, honestly, I was TIRED at that point. The road to get there had been so long, and I felt like I just wanted to push it out the door and move on.

But I knew it needed to be better.

So I just kinda went back to the drawing board with the song. I took a step back to get a wider view. I gave myself that weirdly-necessary SPACE to forget about the song, and then remember it all over again.

That's when the chorus groove came to me. And once it did, I pulled in Cat Rap & Kitty Nap (both my kids, 9 & 12 at the time), and they laid down their backing vocals in a single take. I liked the rough, DIY feel to it. I laid down my own final chorus vocal, and then the arrangement kinda just fell into place after that.

I learned SO much in the process of making this song. I'll never forget it.

Details

• Duration: 3:52
• Genre: Experimental Hiphop
• Production, Lyrics & Lead Vocal: Hygiene
• Vocal Accompaniment: Cat Rap & Kitty Nap

• Duration: 3:52
• Genre: Experimental Hiphop
• Production, Lyrics & Lead Vocal: Hygiene
• Vocal Accompaniment: Cat Rap & Kitty Nap

Lyrics

Givin’ me lip, stiff as a brick.
Crew is so tight it’s a clique.
A swing and a miss. Excited to flip,
Upside down cake sticks.
Delighted to meet you I’m sure

You’re a bore make the switch.
Fittin’ to split. Kissin’ the grit.
Mixin’ the good with the bad it’s a hit.
Can’t get the hood out the rat it’s a sin
I’ve done it again.

Hundreds of friends
Bustling they tussle again.
Can’t undo the thunder from heaven again.
Can’t undermine Wonder Woman.
Wonder no more you just follow the trends.

Hawkin’ that tchotchke in carnival tents.
Moppin’ up loose ends and droppin’ drop tops on them.
Got hot cakes to flip, mate, and
Cook so inmates stay honest,
Get processed and get paid.

Lemme send this check to get processed.
Let it settle as the records get processed.
Takes a few business days to make that hay.
So stay patient don’t be looking like a hot mess.

Imma send this check to get processed.
Let it settle as the records get processed.
Takes a few business days to make that hay.
I’ll be patient don’t be lookin’ like a hot mess.

I can be quite figurative, misrepresent.
Knickers might twist up but if you insist
I’ll give you a nip / tuck up on your wig
Before you lickety split
And dial up the cringe.

My Meyers Briggs floats around INTP.
I’m a big survivalist of the lies and deceit
My hieroglyph looks like a stag in heat
I’m a scientist studying society (what?)

Aphrodite ain’t got no love on me.
Wishin’ she had half of what I live and breathe.
Breathe life into sisters in the Middle East
It’s Jimmy Tamborello jamming in Figurine.

Stitch a snitch up tight with embroidery.
Call your backup class of sororities
Fold you up all neat and orderly — thanks for sparking joy
But imma Kondo you like Marie.

Spittin’ this riff, Hot mics are clippin’
When I drop this synonym
Push buttons like Benjamin
Like hush puppies with Cinnamon
We’ve got our differences.
I’ve got my fingerprints on this.

Get some priest to christen this
Airin’ our grievances.
Wind up and reach for the fever pitch.
Catch laughs in the place
Ain’t taking no prisoners.
I’m just mowing the prison yard.

Some rappers just wanna fight hard
But I got a light heart, with that I go far.
Love tappin’ my way to five stars.
Born to be the wildcard. Got it down to an art.

So don’t start—can’t say nothin’ on me.
Send your memo to the Grammys nominatin’ Hygiene.
Disturbin’ the peace outside it’s a riot.
Muggles carry on, get froggy then bodied.

Givin’ me lip, stiff as a brick.
Crew is so tight it’s a clique.
A swing and a miss. Excited to flip,
Upside down cake sticks.
Delighted to meet you I’m sure

You’re a bore make the switch.
Fittin’ to split. Kissin’ the grit.
Mixin’ the good with the bad it’s a hit.
Can’t get the hood out the rat it’s a sin
I’ve done it again.

Hundreds of friends
Bustling they tussle again.
Can’t undo the thunder from heaven again.
Can’t undermine Wonder Woman.
Wonder no more you just follow the trends.

Hawkin’ that tchotchke in carnival tents.
Moppin’ up loose ends and droppin’ drop tops on them.
Got hot cakes to flip, mate, and
Cook so inmates stay honest,
Get processed and get paid.

Lemme send this check to get processed.
Let it settle as the records get processed.
Takes a few business days to make that hay.
So stay patient don’t be looking like a hot mess.

Imma send this check to get processed.
Let it settle as the records get processed.
Takes a few business days to make that hay.
I’ll be patient don’t be lookin’ like a hot mess.

I can be quite figurative, misrepresent.
Knickers might twist up but if you insist
I’ll give you a nip / tuck up on your wig
Before you lickety split
And dial up the cringe.

My Meyers Briggs floats around INTP.
I’m a big survivalist of the lies and deceit
My hieroglyph looks like a stag in heat
I’m a scientist studying society (what?)

Aphrodite ain’t got no love on me.
Wishin’ she had half of what I live and breathe.
Breathe life into sisters in the Middle East
It’s Jimmy Tamborello jamming in Figurine.

Stitch a snitch up tight with embroidery.
Call your backup class of sororities
Fold you up all neat and orderly — thanks for sparking joy
But imma Kondo you like Marie.

Spittin’ this riff, Hot mics are clippin’
When I drop this synonym
Push buttons like Benjamin
Like hush puppies with Cinnamon
We’ve got our differences.
I’ve got my fingerprints on this.

Get some priest to christen this
Airin’ our grievances.
Wind up and reach for the fever pitch.
Catch laughs in the place
Ain’t taking no prisoners.
I’m just mowing the prison yard.

Some rappers just wanna fight hard
But I got a light heart, with that I go far.
Love tappin’ my way to five stars.
Born to be the wildcard. Got it down to an art.

So don’t start—can’t say nothin’ on me.
Send your memo to the Grammys nominatin’ Hygiene.
Disturbin’ the peace outside it’s a riot.
Muggles carry on, get froggy then bodied.