Clipse: Let God Sort Em Out
The Virginia hip-hop duo brothers are back again after 16 years. While Pusha T remains relentless, No Malice returns to coke rhymes after his unsuccessful attempt as a Christian rapper. With Pharrell Williams holding down the productions, the Clipse slings cocain rhymes on their latest release Let God Sort Em Out. The Clispe brothers have been known for their lyrical skills and they still got them.
The album opens with “The Birds Don’t Sing” with John Legend on the hook. The Clipse brothers unveil their emotions about their dying mother. Pusha pours out his heart, “Sayin’ you was tired but not ready to go / Basically was dying without letting me know.” Malice reflects: “Birds don’t sing if the words don’t sting / Your last few words in my ear still ring.”
From the production to the rhymes, “Chains & Whips” is menace as fuck, especial Pusha: “You know I know where you’re delicate / Crush you to pieces, I’ll hum a breath of it / I will close your Heaven for the hell of it.” Malice references the bible: “You’re gaspin’ for air now, it’s beautiful / John 10:10, that’s my usual / Mamas is fallin’ out in funerals.” Kendrick Lamar drops a dope guest verse too.
“So Be It” sports a Bollywood vibe. Pusha continues with his chilly punchlines: “Fuckin’ with P, get somethin’ immediate / Your soul don’t like your body, we helped you free it.”
Although Malice drops the bible, he still draws his rhymes from it. On “All Things Considered,” he rhymes, “The only sin left is to flirt with vengeance / Made my exit just to make my entrance / Revolving door, maybe I can make a difference.”
What the fuck is “M.T.B.T.T.F.”? Pusha explains on the hook, “She want Mike Tyson blow to the face / Slalom ice, she wants snow on a plate.” Malice reveals his reason for returning to dope rap: “This is the result of my vision / React with precision / But God only knows my intention / But selling dope is a religion.”
On “E.B.I.T.D.A.” (Earnings Before Interest, Taxes, Depreciation, and Amortization), Pusha and Malice take me back to my childhood memory: “Grew up playing real life Contra / ‘Never give up,’ that’s the mantra.”
“Inglorious Bastards” is the definitive dope rap brought to you by the Clipse. Malice reflects: “I was fine getting rich under their noses.”
On the gospel-inspired “So Far Ahead,” Malice is back at it again, “Ain’t no referees up in Heaven / No mistaking me for the reverend / Ushering the money, my confession.”
Then comes the title track, “Let God Sort Em Out/Chandeliers,” Pusha and Malice trade lines, “The feeling that you get when you realize / It was really you that died and we are so alive / Conspiracy theory, you can’t believe it’s us / Soul leave your body like a fentanyl rush.”
Damn! I am so glad Clispe are back after 16 years. They are still on top of their dope game. The Neptunes no more, but Pharrell Williams still bangs out bomb-ass beats.