Clipse’s “Let God Sort Em Out” Is a Monumental Return—The Best Hip-Hop Has Felt in Years
As a lifelong hip-hop head and owner of HustleDaily.com, there’s nothing that gets my adrenaline pumping like the release of a truly legendary album. And let me say this without hesitation: Clipse’s new project, “Let God Sort Em Out,” isn’t just a comeback—it’s a seismic event in rap music. After a jaw-dropping 16 years since Til the Casket Drops, the brothers from Virginia Beach didn’t just meet the bar; they obliterated it.
Every track drips with razor-sharp lyricism and the kind of lived-in, hard-earned wisdom you only get from spending decades in the trenches of street rap and introspective living. Reddit is ablaze with comments about Malice’s return, and I see why—he brings a higher level of thinking to the project, the kind of spiritual and intellectual weight that makes you hit rewind just to catch every gem. The top-voted fans gush: “Malice truly stands out as the most valuable player on this album. He delivers an incredible performance on each track,” while others marvel at his “zen master” calm that makes his street talk hit harder than ever.
Pusha T? He’s still the game’s master architect of coke bars (“Bezos of the Nasal” got the internet roaring), stringing together stories of ascension and survival with a painter’s attention to detail. He turns every verse into a cinematic experience: “Coke spots all over like leprosy / It’s a dark spirit tucked behind the flesh you see…” The delivery, the flows, the punchlines—Push never disappoints. As one fan said, “His production choices are diverse, his delivery always evolving, and he introduces fresh flows with each release.” No one can paint pay pictures like Pusha, and on this album he’s arguably at his sharpest ever.
Sixteen years is an eternity in hip-hop, but Clipse make it feel like they never left, only leveled up. Fans on Reddit and review threads get emotional about the album’s introspective, sometimes sorrowful edge—especially on tracks that pay tribute to lost parents and chart the cost of street ambition. “I never imagined a Clipse track would move me to tears like this,” shares one fan. It’s not just nostalgia; Clipse are “redefining what it means to age with hip-hop, showing you can grow, reflect, and still remain absolutely lethal on the mic”.
Album of the Year Talks—And Rightfully So
Don’t just take my word for it—the album is being called album of the year in countless comments and even drew a rare perfect 10/10 from Tough crowd-pleasers like Fantano, and much of hip-hop Reddit agrees this is one of 2025’s finest records. It’s not just about bars and beats—though Pharrell’s production is both soulful and ice-cold in the right places—but about the entire experience. It’s a lesson in artistic maturity and brotherly chemistry.
“Let God Sort Em Out” deserves to be played at max volume, then discussed and dissected track by track. This isn’t just a comeback; it’s a blessing for real hip-hop. I salute Malice for bringing the wisdom of a man who’s lived and learned, and Pusha for painting pay pictures and hustler’s poetry with every verse. Seventeen tracks in, I’m ready to call it: Album of the Year, and maybe one of the best comebacks rap has ever seen.
Salute to Clipse. This is history.