Clipse, Pusha T & Malice – Let God Sort Em Out

Review

Hear me out—Let God Sort Em Out lands with the kind of maturity and razor-sharp clarity that only Clipse can offer. Pharrell’s production is minimalist but punctuated—skeletal boom-bap beats that feel both stripped-down and unforgiving. You lean into the grooves of “M.T.B.T.T.F.” or “Chains & Whips,” and they hit with that classic Clipse bite, reminding you just how rare that chemistry still is.

Malice brings a tempered sharpness, the kind that comes from years away but doesn’t dilute the edge—he’s reflective, even reserved, yet every line lands with purpose. Pusha T, on the other hand, is relentless—slick, cold, and emotionally precise; he balances swagger with honesty so fluidly it’s almost surgical. Their voices play off Pharrell’s cold elegance beautifully, especially on tracks like “The Birds Don’t Sing” or “Ace Trumpets,” where grief, faith, and legacy echo through every bar.

It’s not flawless—some moments are so polished it risks losing spontaneity—but that might be part of the point. This isn’t a nostalgia trip; it’s a statement: Clipse have returned not to reclaim glory, but to redefine it on their own terms. - Andre