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Problems

Problems (Triangle Park Mix) [feat. Pusha T]

The Dead Apple / New York Crash

The Dead Apple

KNICKS IN 6

I Took It Personal

It Ain't Personal

Let God Sort Em Out

Inglorious Bastards

F.I.C.O.

By The Grace Of God

Let God Sort Em Out/Chandeliers

Lonely At The Top

SWANK WHITE (feat. Westside Gunn)

Yo, history stands at the edge of change, Old ideas clash, but minds rearrange. Silicon moves, consciousness grows, The future whispers, the inner being knows.

Ancient thoughts, systems stay, Locked in cycles, led astray. Wars repeat, greed won’t fade, While wisdom waits—never afraid.

Inside you moves a force untamed, A knowing pulse beyond the frame. It crafts your dreams, shapes the sound, The silent guide that stays profound.

Raw mind speaks before the word, Before the lessons, before the heard. Language shapes, but thought was pure, The deeper self, the vision sure.

You hear it stir when truth is found, Ideas rise, the pulse resounds. It listens deep, it leans in close, When wisdom shines—it knows the most.

They flood the world with empty sound, Promises fade, circles round. Disillusion grows, hearts ignore, While truth still knocks outside the door.

But if you’re here, if you stay tuned, Your inner being sees the moon. It don’t forget, it don’t dismiss, It waits for change—it waits for bliss.

Listen close, feel the tone, Truth don’t need a megaphone. It moves in waves, it rides the space, It’s time to rise, to set the pace.

Ain’t just cities, ain’t just land, Ain’t no flags that take the stand. Beyond the rules, beyond the frame, We move as one—we change the game.

The past resists, it grips too tight, But truth moves forward, claims the light. No waiting game, no silent pause, We push, we rise—we shift the laws.

The path is wide, the stars align, Inner beings step in time. We take the stage, we claim the sound, Awakening flows—it knows no bound.

The past resists, it grips too tight, But truth moves forward, claims the light. No waiting game, no silent pause, We push, we rise—we shift the laws.

The path is wide, the stars align, Inner beings step in time. We take the stage, we claim the sound, Awakening flows—it knows no bound.

Awaken the Inner Being

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.”

Inglorious Bastards

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