Clipse, Pusha T & Malice - Let God Sort Em Out (2025) [Hi-Res]
Artist: Clipse, Pusha T, Malice
Title: Let God Sort Em Out
Year Of Release: 2025
Label: Roc Nation Distribution
Genre: Hip-Hop, Rap
Quality: FLAC (tracks) 24/44,1, FLAC (tracks), 320 kbps
Total Time: 00:40:49
Total Size: 501 / 296 / 95 MB
WebSite: Album Preview
Tracklist:Title: Let God Sort Em Out
Year Of Release: 2025
Label: Roc Nation Distribution
Genre: Hip-Hop, Rap
Quality: FLAC (tracks) 24/44,1, FLAC (tracks), 320 kbps
Total Time: 00:40:49
Total Size: 501 / 296 / 95 MB
WebSite: Album Preview
01. Malice, John Legend, Pusha T, Clipse, Voices of Fire - The Birds Don't Sing (4:01)
02. Malice, Pusha T, Kendrick Lamar, Clipse - Chains & Whips (4:04)
03. Malice, Pusha T, Clipse, Tyler - P.O.V. (4:18)
04. Malice, Pusha T, Clipse - So Be It (3:15)
05. Malice, Pusha T, Clipse - Ace Trumpets (2:34)
06. Malice, Pharrell Williams, Pusha T, The-Dream, Clipse - All Things Considered (3:09)
07. Malice, Pusha T, Clipse - M.T.B.T.T.F. (2:36)
08. Malice, Pharrell Williams, Pusha T, Clipse - E.B.I.T.D.A. (2:00)
09. Malice, Pusha T, Clipse, Stove God Cooks - F.I.C.O. (3:22)
10. Malice, Pusha T, Clipse, AB-Liva - Inglorious Bastards (2:33)
11. Malice, Pharrell Williams, Pusha T, Clipse - So Far Ahead (3:22)
12. Malice, Pusha T, Nas, Clipse - Let God Sort Em Out/Chandeliers (2:33)
13. Malice, Pharrell Williams, Pusha T, Clipse - By The Grace Of God (3:06)
The opening piano chords of "The Birds Don't Sing" land with a thud, both percussively and emotionally, and John Legend's voice ensures this won't be a Clipse album like ever before— even if their former swan song, Til the Casket Drops, included one refrain of "oh god, I need counseling." Brothers Pusha T (the only rapper to debut in the '90s and score his very first number-one album 23 years later) and Malice (now a grandfather returning to secular ruthlessness after 15 years and two Christian rap LPs as No Malice) reintroduce themselves, carrying trauma and unresolved regrets over their late parents, and a credo—"Let your mess become your message"— that could speak for most rappers, most songwriters even.
But this is not a group anyone would have previously slotted as "vulnerable," and the dozen tracks that follow are a fascinating swirl of the re-re-christened Malice's sorrowful yin matched with his brother's unrepentant yang. The truth is, Clipse have let the guys upstairs and downstairs frame their work for a long time: Lord Willin', Hell Hath No Fury, Fear of God II: Let Us Pray. On "So Far Ahead," Malice vacillates wildly between heavenly and hellish pursuits: "Tried to hide the dope in the message/ Like we did the coke in the Lexus/ Same hands I used to whip work/ See me turn them both into blessings." The same guy boasts on "Chains & Whips" that "This the darkest that I ever been/ The diamonds make you taste peppermint/ You ain't driving the snow like it's The Revenant/ And send orders back down to keep shoveling."
Even though it's Malice's brother who released those Fear of God titles, Push could care less about weighing morals, peppering the dynamic with colorful taunts like "under my boots … nothing but goat shit" on "Inglorious Bastards." On "Chains & Whips," fellow Drake-hating titan Kendrick Lamar gets in on the fun ("Therapy showed me how to open up/ It also showed me I don't give a fuck") but this is also a more melodic and temperamentally complex album than anything the Thornton brothers have ever made, with asides like "open the sunroof, wave to my father" on "E.B.I.T.D.A." and Pharrell Williams replacing Kanye West on frequently gospel-tinged production.
Nowhere is the dichotomy clearer than on closer "By the Grace of God," which sounds like Young Marble Giants covering "Kashmir" and features the most grandiose Pharrell singing you've ever heard. Malice wrestles with his conscience ("Man, I think about that shit daily") while Push flaunts luxury ("went from mason jars to crepe tartars"). There's something biblical about these brothers for sure, and not just because it's a miracle that they've rediscovered greatness almost two decades after Hell Hath No Fury.
But this is not a group anyone would have previously slotted as "vulnerable," and the dozen tracks that follow are a fascinating swirl of the re-re-christened Malice's sorrowful yin matched with his brother's unrepentant yang. The truth is, Clipse have let the guys upstairs and downstairs frame their work for a long time: Lord Willin', Hell Hath No Fury, Fear of God II: Let Us Pray. On "So Far Ahead," Malice vacillates wildly between heavenly and hellish pursuits: "Tried to hide the dope in the message/ Like we did the coke in the Lexus/ Same hands I used to whip work/ See me turn them both into blessings." The same guy boasts on "Chains & Whips" that "This the darkest that I ever been/ The diamonds make you taste peppermint/ You ain't driving the snow like it's The Revenant/ And send orders back down to keep shoveling."
Even though it's Malice's brother who released those Fear of God titles, Push could care less about weighing morals, peppering the dynamic with colorful taunts like "under my boots … nothing but goat shit" on "Inglorious Bastards." On "Chains & Whips," fellow Drake-hating titan Kendrick Lamar gets in on the fun ("Therapy showed me how to open up/ It also showed me I don't give a fuck") but this is also a more melodic and temperamentally complex album than anything the Thornton brothers have ever made, with asides like "open the sunroof, wave to my father" on "E.B.I.T.D.A." and Pharrell Williams replacing Kanye West on frequently gospel-tinged production.
Nowhere is the dichotomy clearer than on closer "By the Grace of God," which sounds like Young Marble Giants covering "Kashmir" and features the most grandiose Pharrell singing you've ever heard. Malice wrestles with his conscience ("Man, I think about that shit daily") while Push flaunts luxury ("went from mason jars to crepe tartars"). There's something biblical about these brothers for sure, and not just because it's a miracle that they've rediscovered greatness almost two decades after Hell Hath No Fury.
