Let me start this review by saying: listening to a Clipse album is always a Negro Spiritual experience. After 16 years away, the hope and prayer is that this feeling remains intact

“The Birds Don’t Sing” is an emotionally heavy opener, pulling you straight into the hearts of the Thornton brothers. Their reflections on their parents in heaven immediately stir the soul—you’ll struggle to hold back a tear.

“The way you missed Mama. I guess I should have known, Chivalry ain’t dead, you ain’t let her go alone”
Malice frames this sentiment as a fitting tribute to the love they were raised under.

“Chains & Whips” drops in with menace, thanks to Pharrell’s phenomenal production. Before any raps are delivered, the beat alone demands attention. Pusha T sets the tone:

“Uncle said, Nigga, you must be sick, all you talk about is just getting rich.”
Then delivers a line so heavy it feels like scripture:
“You run from the spirit of repossession; too much enamel covers your necklace.”
This bar hits so hard it could take Jim Jones a decade of albums to match its intensity.
“I’ll close your heaven for the hell of it.”

“You ain’t thrive in the snow like it’s the Revenant and send orders back down and keep shovelin.”
Malice wraps up his verse with a reminder that dope bars—pun intended—will never run dry.

Pharrell’s post-chorus before Kendrick’s verse is profound—ethereal. Kendrick’s verse is Authoritative:

“I sent your ass back to the cosmic.”
It’s funny, menacing, and captures what Kendrick did to Drake in their current beef.

Kendrick stands as the undisputed authority in the realm that many of his rivals covet:
“Let’s be clear Hip Hop died again, Half of my profits may go to Rakim.”
Then he cleverly shifts into a ‘Gen’ rhyme scheme, echoing the ‘Ten’ scheme from his last feature with Pusha. At this point, he’s no longer just a craftsman—he’s an institution.

“P.O.V.” is pure, unfiltered hip hop. From Pusha’s Ma$e-like flow to Tyler adopting Pusha’s cadence, and Malice’s vivid bars:

“I came back for the money, that’s the Devil in me, had to hide it from the church, that’s the Jekyll in me.”
They’re not just rapping—they’re painting cinematic scenes.

“All Things Considered” continues this streak. Malice destroys the beat with rich imagery:

“Took fatherless women and showed ’em living, Left Mama the children, it takes a village.”

On “So Be It”, Pusha T hits chilling depth:

“Your Soul Don’t Like Your Body We Will Help You Free It.”
The Arabian-inspired production by Pharrell is captivating, and Malice shines with one of the year’s standout verses:
“You ain’t believe, God did, you ain’t Khaled, All black, back to back, this ain’t traffic, can’t wrap your head around that, you ain’t Arab.”

“Ace Trumpets” is a masterclass in hook writing and imagery:

“Ballerinas doin pirouettes inside of my snow globe, shopping sprees in SoHo, you had to see it.”
Pusha channels Biggie in both flow and tone, but the standout moment again belongs to Malice:
“Drugs killed my teen spirit, welcome to Nirvana, You was Fu-Gee-La-La, I was Alibaba dressed in house of Gucci, made from selling Lada Gaga.”
The wordplay here—linking House of Gucci, Lady Gaga, and hip-hop metaphors—is the stuff that crowns rappers of the year. Malice is that good.

“Mike Tyson Blow to the Face” is peak Negro spiritual dope boy rap:

“White slave masters, souls in my safe, she wants a Mike Tyson blow to the face.”
Pusha’s hooks are flawless, his Biggie-style delivery tight.
“The Bezos of the nasal”— is pure rap cocaine.
Malice seals the vibe:
“Selling dope is a religion.”
This isn’t just rap—it’s a religious coke spirit revival.
“Imitation is flattery they seem like us but only 300 bricks can make you Leonidas.”
At this point, Malice is too dangerous. He needs to be banned from microphones for another 16 years. This man is a hazard. You’ll need at least five rewinds of “MTBTTF”.

“F.I.C.O.” is an anthem. Stove God Cooks kills the hook:

“Wit a fetti so strong you gotta bag it wit one eye closed.”
The flow pattern here is innovative almost Freeway-esque, if Freeway rapped slower. Push is Push, but Malice? He’s in rare form.

“Inglorious Bastards” is a reunion

“Catch me in the kitchen where the dope is, with an apron that’s whiter than the pope is, spread distribution, wide open, now all the smokers call him Moses.”
These bars from Pusha are sinful.
“This is culturally inappropriate.”
Malice delivers more fire:
“I was fine getting rich under their noses, Today, a nigga celebrates to you and post it.”
Then Ab-Liva returns:
“Been playing in the snow like Rudolph, in that 2 door, roof helping me cool off. Chains on me like Slick Rick the ruler, seats white but the 6 blacker than Umar.”
A nice callback for Re-Up Gang fans.

Pharrell’s vocals throughout the album are sweet and precise. “So Far Ahead” is no different. Malice delivers again:

“No mistaking me for the reverend, ushering the money, my confession.”
“The grass is greener on each side, I done been both Mason Betha’s.”
“Even when the well ran dry I done raised quotes in the desert.”
Malice is an elite MC. His return is a gift to hip hop. So, In true Ma$e fashion: Welcome back.

The title track “Let God Sort ‘Em Out” featuring Nas is elegant and refined—pure chandelier rap. Pharrell’s production is immaculate, and Nas? He’s back in full Escobar mode, evoking the feel of his legendary “It’s Mine” feature.

“The Grace of God” is the only time Malice opens a track—and this song is clearly from his current spiritual path and perspective. Pusha follows, and even amid grace, he remains the darkness to Malice’s light:

“All the black cats I seen, all the black mac’s I squeezed, all the black crows I dreamed and even the black cloud hovering.”
This echoes his previous line from “Chandeliers”:
“There’s a dark spirit tucked behind this flesh you see, got every single word of the hex I need, the death I breathe, the death I see, looks good on ya.”

I’ll end this review where I began: listening to a Clipse album is a Negro Spiritual experience.This is Glorious Hip Hop!

9 out of 10.

Review: Clipse – Let God Sort ’Em Out
Rating: 9/10
By Kwasi Addo