The Dead Apple / New York Crash

The Dead Apple

I Took It Personal

It Ain't Personal

4. Kota The Friend, Fivo Foreign, & King Kota - HELLO (Ft. Jae Lou)

Champagne Campaign (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

Ace Trumpets - A COLORS SHOW

Summertime Butch 2

Jasmine's (feat. Westside Gunn)

Let God Sort Em Out

By The Grace Of God

E.B.I.T.D.A.

So Be It

F.I.C.O.

M.T.B.T.T.F.

In the more than 15 years since the last Clipse album hit the shelves of record stores, the music world has been upended several times over. “You see great rappers all the time,” Pusha-T says, before contrasting he and his older brother Malice with those who are not truly of the culture. “But there's something a little off about it.” Let God Sort ‘Em Out has no such problems. Over 13 taut, kinetic beats from longtime collaborator Pharrell, Pusha and Malice exorcise demons and catalog areas of personal growth—without ever sacrificing the menace and minimalism that made them legends of the genre. It is a master class in maturing without abandoning one’s core identity, but rather deepening it, making it more three-dimensional. “The fact that it has remained viable for so long has allowed me to say, ‘Hey, this must be meant to be,’” Malice says. Let God Sort ‘Em Out is an instantly unforgettable contribution to the duo’s catalog, and to hip-hop writ large, filled with the type of razor-toothed exercises that made Clipse icons in the first place. Take the taunting “Inglorious Bastards” or “Marie Kondo,” which scoffs at “60-day stars and 20-year thousandaires.” The beats, which Pusha describes as “polarizing,” are urgent, technicolor, and hold plenty of space for the vocal to become the track’s most important instrument. The need to be authentic is paramount, but it’s also natural to these two. Perhaps Malice puts it most clearly: “Nothing else works for us.”

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