Let God Sort Em Out!
Clipse are back. Like, really back.
From the opening gospel claps of “The Birds Don’t Sing” (featuring John Legend & Voices of Fire), you know Pharrell’s in his bag – even if that bag got a sleek LV makeover. This record isn’t a nostalgic cash‑grab—it’s sharp, polished, and purpose-driven. Pharrell owns every beat (no Chad Hugo this time), but he still gives Push and Malice grams to spit on and breathe life into.
“Chains & Whips” with Kendrick? Cold. Kendrick’s cerebral but he still brings the menace. Tyler on “P.O.V.” gives that playful edge—nothing awkward, just rapper chemistry. And Nas? He seals the deal on the final act “Let God Sort Em Out / Chandeliers”—like divine judgment, poetic finality. Meanwhile Stove God Cooks and Ab‑Liva hold that true Re-Up energy on the streets. Pharrell jumps on four tracks (“EBITDA,” “So Far Ahead,” etc.), dropping verses so smooth it’s like the beats swallowed him whole.
You already caught “Ace Trumpets” and “So Be It Pt. II”—those streets‑turned‑spiritual flexes were just the teaser. This LP dives deeper: grief, aging, game‑worn wisdom. But still some sharpened barb‑bars too (“So Be It” has Pusha slapping hands across the rap table, calling out enemies—yeah, even Travis gets name‑dropped).
This isn’t just their first duo LP since ’09—it’s Clipse at their peak. Cleaner, tighter, quieter but heavy as freight. 13 tracks, 40 minutes, no fillers.
TL;DR: It’s Clipse’s comeback but feels like they never left. Timeless storytelling, swagger still intact, and features that serve—not steal the spotlight.