Clipse, Pusha T, Malice - M.T.B.T.T.F. (Official Lyric Video) Clipse 2025-07-11 | Stream “M.T.B.T.T.F.”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsNo confessions, questions, we contestin’Fireworks’ll send a message, iridescentSlow him down like Robitussin, if you rush inAt your door when we address him, we gon’ bless himTried to bring him, shoulda left him, learned my lessonPoker faces keep ‘em guessin’, no expressionIce dressing on my chest and leave impressionWhat’s a Testarossa if you don't test ‘em?Ain’t your * unless you joystick undress ‘emMy presence, your pleasurePeasants, he’s pressureI been knee deep, ki deepWe at ZZ’s, me and Lee LeeGet you fronted for the summer so easyThe snow alone, fill up a mobile homeMy * name ring like mobile phones and no one’s homeWhite back to back Rolls at my gatesWhite slavemaster souls in my safeWhite python Manolo is the tasteShe want a Mike Tyson blow to the faceTwist and turn, these guns blitz and burnToo many flip and turn, had to get rich to learnUhThe Bezos of the nasal, that’s case closedGot a team full of J. Bo’s on they toes* measly, cheap as RieslingBelieve meI can tell because your * look needyShe want Mike Tyson blow to the faceSlalom ice, she wants snow on a plateHalf price when the blow’s in the crates meansMore ice for the Mo’s and the AceMade a million off a flow to the nase* saying that it wont just a phase911 Turbo with the glazeTop dollars poking holes in the caseAll you keyboard killers in your feelingsMad you aint trendingMad, got you trickin’ on your womenMad I don't hit ‘em, I just spin ‘emGunning and I’m grinningIn a Bugatti in my denimThis is the result of my visionReact with precisionBut God only knows my intentionBut selling dope is a religionThe hammer’s in positionI can show * the differenceYou * is screenwriters, we dream writersTook change and touched chains like King MidasImitation is flattery, they seem like usBut only 300 bricks can make you LeonidasMy old plug asked the new plug to reunite usD class in my ears now let me see you bite itShe want Mike Tyson blow to the faceI’m talkin’ ‘96 Hov with baseShe want Mike Tyson blow to the faceSlalom ice, she wants snow on a plateHalf price when the blow’s in the crates meansMore ice for the Mo’s and the AceMade a million off a flow to the nase* saying that it wont just a phase911 Turbo with the glazeTop dollars poking holes in the case#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell
Clipse, Nas, Pusha T, Malice - Let God Sort Em Out/Chandeliers (Official Clean Audio) Clipse 2025-07-16 | Stream “Let God Sort Em Out/Chandeliers”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsIt’s always the loudmouths that can’t countThe right price, I put the AR in the saint’s mouth (talk about it)Bring all the watches and the chains outHeat come, I’m De Niro, I got the safe house(This is culturally inappropriate)Surrounded by * with tears that don’t drip(Talk about it)That ain’t the ghost that you appear to go getFinally got the courage but you still a whole *The rest of y’all on my six year ago *Every move intentional, the links is atypicalLike baseball in D.R., you know what the stick’ll do(This is culturally inappropriate)We got the drop on your shadowYou know we can get to youThe pen to express my dreams and expertiseAnd TEC’s I squeezeCoke spots all over like leprosyIt’s a dark spirit tucked behind the flesh you seeGot every single word of the hex I needThe death I breathe, the death I seeLooks so good on ya, the coffin wood on yaClosed casket cause I’m only siccing wolves on yaBerlinetta horse power, put them hooves on yaBlow a half a mil in LV leather goods on yaWe been doing this for eonsWhile you thirsty trying to figure out who you can spill the tea onI’m in coffee fields making mil’sYou get the chills ‘cause this * is realNow let me ribbon bowtie your surpriseThe feeling that you get when you realizeIt was really you that died and we are so aliveConspiracy theory, you can’t believe it’s usSoul leave your body like a fentanyl rushDead on your back with your eyes looking upChandeliers(This is culturally inappropriate)Single-handedly boosted rap to its truest place* speaking candidly, I alone did rejuvenateHip-hip into its newest placeMade it cool for Grammy nominated LP’s from previous generation MC’sAnd that rings loud and reverberatesIt’s not fair to them, I’m thinking I deserve the hateBring it, the only thing you killing is precious timeUsed to clash with Decepticons, I was dumb, deaf and blindSo cancel me before I unleash the “Panther” meThe pantheon is a family, we some upstanding G’sThe difference between regular spitters and bossesMy principles’ highYou need a glimpse of me from satellites in orbitTape sabbaticals on avenuesBring AK’s on vacay’s when we paddle canoesFollow the leader, TerminatorHasta la vista, man of the yearNasir, rockin' chandeliers#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell #Nas
Clipse, Pusha T, Malice - So Be It (Official Clean Audio) Clipse 2025-07-16 | Stream “So Be It”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyrics16,000 square8 million up there, 2 million down hereWhen I was born, Grandmama could see itI be Bentley driven and very strategicR.M. sleeve, no diamonds are neededFloors are heated, so be it, so be it* wit’ P, get something immediateYour soul don’t like your body, we help you free itThen we wait for TMZ to leak itIt ain’t no secret, so be it, so be itSmokeSo be it, so be itSmokeSo be itC-L-I-P-S-E, epi8 ball, LVI can show you how to bust a brick if you let meI monogram like confettiSwitches readyShe leaning on Celine cause she ain’t stepping in GiuseppeCatch a buck 50 like each PirelliI got 8 of ‘em, call me AndrettiIf I’m not in the telly selling the yetiThen I’m twirling your * like she in spaghettiHeavy, circle back and come and get this KellyAnd your ears too if you want ‘em blue like BellyLotta jetting, Prada bedding911’s, I’m the who’s who with what’s whatPapa heaven* around and get your body traced tryna test meCause * that I’m wit’ like to draw when it’s sketchyIf they catch me, don’t forget meResurrect meBuy a dog tag the same place that they baguette meSki(This is culturally inappropriate)SmokeSo be it, so be itSmokeSo be itYou cried in front of meYou died in front of meCalabasas took your * and your pride in front of meHer Utopia had moved right up the streetAnd her lip gross was poppin’, she ain’t need you to eatThe net gon’ call it the way that they see itBut I got the video, I can share and A.E. itThey wouldn’t believe it but I can’t unsee itLucky I ain’t TMZ itSo be it, so be it(This is culturally inappropriate)SmokeSo be it, so be itSmokeSo be it, So be it#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell
Clipse, The-Dream, Pharrell Williams - All Things Considered (Official Clean Audio) Clipse 2025-07-16 | Stream “All Things Considered”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsHow I’m doing?All things consideredLet’s be specificMy mama cheek, I miss itI wanna kiss itNige asking for siblingsI know he meant itV miscarried, we hid itI’m glad he missed itHunnid thousand a “maybe”You stick wit’ it(Again, again)Preorder the strollersOur face in it(Again, again)I pays for my stork wit’ the baby in itIf the sky’s not your limit, you’ll never get itTurn * statistics, I’m so sadisticSo religious, that’s so MaliciousNo division, still snow magiciansBlitzing * for riches like fourth and inchesPay attention and listen, the snake’s hissin’* is writing’ statements and say they didn’tDream of taking you down, the hate hittin’Wanna show you around but they J Prince’ingRichard’s replace all the Pasha’sDior slides made of iguanaStuff the walls for tomorrow* I look like tryna borrowBlow a budget like * itWe gon’ tuck it till it all falls downWhen this chess game is played smarterSwear this life is so awesomeAll things considered, I been forgivenI done packed the blizzard in Honda Civic’sTook fatherless women and showed ‘em livingLeft Mama the children, it take a villageWritings was on the wall, like hieroglyphicsMy circle split up the pie, that’s long divisionWhen Jada was asking “Why?”I saw the visionMy homies that didn’t die was all in prisonVisits behind the glass, my mirror imageSkin is blemishedNames was mentionedExplains the sentenceThe pain is endlessIdentifying the body, it takes forensicsGuns, CzechoslovakianIt starts and ends itThe only sin left is to flirt with vengeanceMade my exit just to make my entranceRevolving door, maybe I can make a differenceRichard’s replace all the Pasha’sDior slides made of iguanaStuff the walls for tomorrow* I look like tryna borrowBlow a budget like * itWe gon’ tuck it till it all falls downWhen this chess game is played smarterSwear this life is so awesomeLife or death are simple formalitiesAin’t no way around itYou can poison the world and technicalitiesAin’t no way around itIt’s genocide when pawns read the headlinesThe kingdom of truth can never outlive a lieThey’ll come for your king but the throne survivesUnleash the queenTake ‘em dead or alivePyro, pyrexI see, irisViolins of violenceEither way it was worth the suspenseI've considered all things#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell
Clipse, Ab-Liva, Pusha T, Malice - Inglorious Bastards (Official Clean Audio) Clipse 2025-07-16 | Stream “Inglorious Bastards”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsWhen we are together, we got powerWe have shifted from having a seizureAbout what the man got, to seizing what we needBurn, baby, burn!Catch me in the kitchen where the dope isWith an apron that’s whiter than the Pope’s is(This is culturally inappropriate)Spread distribution, wide openNow all the smokers call him MosesHeron browner than baby roachesGot your * bent over like scoliosisWatching Tiafoe with the OpenThat’s the only back and forth that I’m postingWe really netted what we grossingBy the way, I’m writin’ this on an ocean(This is culturally inappropriate)By the way, this anchor’s really frozenBy the way, the sinkers being loadedCause by the way, this thinker’s really chosenHead halo’ingSeated in a late foreignName a * who ain’t goingTwo tone with the Royce rolling(This is culturally inappropriate)Just a glimpse what the boy holdingKnocking over all you toy soldiersOne plus four acres, no neighborsI remember the days of no cable(This is culturally inappropriate)Colombian stallions in a stableWith natural titties and no navelsOnly work getting done is on the tableDeath to skimmers and shaversI’m allergic to anything other than money behaviorInglorious, victoriousWide body, B.I.G. like NotoriousTell me is we trafficking or trickin’Somebody gotta show me the differenceStand on every word whenever I wrote *Under my boots, *, nothin’ but goat *(This is culturally inappropriate)I was fine getting rich under their nosesToday, a * celebrate to ya and post itSaltwater tears, cooked with sodiumMcLaren hypercar, no petroleumBack then, hid work under linoleumThat thinking got me standing on this podiumChop the roof off, * this coupe talkA Virginia * driving in New York(This is culturally inappropriate)State trap duckingMy tints was too darkThe money’s in a trailer car* what you thoughtBeen playin’ in the snow like RudolphIn that 2 door, roof helping me cool offChains on me like Slick Rick the RulerSeats white but the 6 blacker than Umar* trying to stop my play, Parisian nightsPrivate rooms at Bar des Prés, the seasons rightLou Vuitton, hug my armsScribbled in red, blood diamonds flood my charm(This is culturally inappropriate)The chauffeurs are madeFlights are charteredThe villas in the hills are pavedBlood is spilled, ring finger, names engravedShirts are silk, the yacht life, flags are wavedInglorious, victoriousWide body, B.I.G. like Notorious(This is culturally inappropriate)Tell me is we trafficking or trickin’Somebody gotta show me the difference#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell #AbLiva
Clipse, John Legend, Voices of Fire - The Birds Dont Sing (Official Clean Audio) Clipse 2025-07-16 | Stream “The Birds Don’t Sing”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsLost in emotion, Mama’s youngestTryna navigate life without my compassSome experience death and feel numbnessBut not me, I felt it all and couldn’t functionSeeing you that dayTelling you my plans but I was leaving you that dayIt was in God’s handsYe was at Elon’s waiting to get wit’ meOn my way to Texas, that’s when Virginia hit meAnd I realized in that instantOur last conversation, you was against itTold you I was going to Turks for ThanksgivingI heard what I wanted to hear but didn’t listenYou said you told Gene that Bup needed forgivenessI see you went to DD’s and stuffed both her fridgesYou even told Dad you wish y’all never splittedSee you were checking boxesI was checking my mentionsSaying you were tired but not ready to goBasically was dying without letting me knowI love you met Nige, hate that he won’t remember youTwo things that break my heart is what November’s doAnd T follows you, now mind youDD calls you, Gene finds youWas that your vision?PrecisionWhile I’m reminiscingIt all hits different, Ma listenThe birds don’t sing (yeah)The birds don’t sing, they screech in pain (pain)The birds don’t sing (ooh)The birds don’t sing, they screech in pain (oh, they screech in pain)The birds don’t singThe birds don’t sing, they screech in painYour car was in the drivewayI knew you were homeBy the third knock a chill ran through my bonesThe way you missed Mama, I guess I shoulda knownChivalry ain’t dead, you ain’t let her go aloneFound you in the kitchen, scriptures in the denHalf written texts that you never got to sendCombing through your dresser drawer, where do I begin?Posting notes Bible quotes, were you preparing then?I can hear your voice now, I can feel your presenceAsking should I rap again, you gave me your blessingThe way you spelled it out, there’s an L in every lessonBoy, you owe it to the worldLet your mess become your messageShared you with my friends, the Pops they never hadYou lived for our fishing trips, damn, I had a dadMine taught discipline, mine taught structureMine didn’t mind when he had to pull a doubleMine worked overtime, smiled through the struggleCause mine wouldn’t let us feel what he had to sufferSee mine made sure he had every base coveredSo imagine his pain finding base in the cupboardBirds don’t sing if the words don’t stingYour last few words in my ear still ring (ohh)You told me that you loved me, it was all in your tone (oh, ooh)I love my two sons was the code to your phone, now you homeOhhThe birds don’t sing (no, they don’t)The birds don’t sing, they screech in pain (don’t the truth ruin it, now it feels different when theydoing it)Pain, painThe birds don’t sing (no, they don’t and they won’t)The birds don’t sing, they screech in pain (they don’t sing, they just screech in pain, it’s a cycle,they do that * over and over again)Pain(Ooh-ah)The birds don’t singThe birds don’t sing, they screech in pain(All the birds, they screech in pain)(Oohh-ah)The birds don’t sing(Yeah)The birds don’t sing, they screech in pain(Oh no, oh no, they don’t, no)Remember those who lost their mothers and fathersAnd make sure that every single moment that you have with themYou show them loveYou show them loveYou’ll see#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell #JohnLegend #VoicesOfFire
Clipse, Pharrell Williams, Pusha T, Malice - By The Grace Of God (Official Clean Audio) Clipse 2025-07-16 | Stream “By The Grace of God”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsThe Devil’s tapping on shouldersHe’s tryna get to know yaThe right time to fold yaI’m losing saints and my soldiersIt’s all Lodi Dodi till you looking at the bodySmiles I’ll never see againNever be a “we” againCleaning out your closetThe one you kept your demons inHard for me to breathe againI’ma blame your head, not your heartTill we meet againEasily I coulda been one of themLocked up and never get to see the sun againBurning buildings, I kept running inThe allure every time I flew a hunnid inCodefendant cave in and lawyers couldn’t save himAll for the love of 580’s and a mixed * having ya babyI done dodged strays crazyMan, I think about this * dailyWhen the crew breaks apart, who takes the charge?You face the cards, I lace the squadWent from mason jars to crepe tartare’sEscape the odds by the Grace of GodI seen killers and kingpins sing behind the wallI watched many men die cause no one would make the callI’ve seen entire empires crumble and fallYes, I’ve seen it allThey missed this wallBy the Grace of GodAll the black cats I seenAll the black MAC’s I squeezedAll the black crows I dreamedEven the black cloud hoveringCouldn’t touch me in the bulletproof CullinanTears on my pillow caseWas I spitting in yo’ faceWhen you let me beat that case (ha)Some * see the money, can’t make it (can’t make it)Some * get the money, can’t take it (can’t take it)Gotta realize that they was naked (naked)Was I cooking death when I was baking (uh)Salt bae it, sprinkle it and sauté it (shhh)You don’t trust me then we all weigh itAnd it ain’t over till we all say itAnd you ain’t shooting *, them guns are archaicIn closing, I see I’m chosenAll my pressure points frozenYou know how it goesWhen the crew breaks apart, who takes the charge?You face the cards, I lace the squadWent from mason jars to crepe tartare’sEscape the odds by the Grace of GodI seen killers and kingpins sing behind the wallI watched many men die cause no one would make the callI’ve seen entire empires crumble and fallYes, I’ve seen it allThey missed this wall(Yeah)By the Grace of God#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell
Clipse, Pusha T, Malice - Ace Trumpets (Official Clean Audio) Clipse 2025-07-16 | Stream “Ace Trumpets”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyrics(This is culturally inappropriate)Ballerinas doing pirouettes inside of my snow globeShopping sprees in SohoYou had to see itStrippers shaking * and watching the dough blowAce trumpets and rose Mo’sYellow diamonds look like pee-pee* fly from DC on my private to WaikikiThree peat* is my sons and that’s on repeatSins of the fatherSo I call you little meechiesIt’s easyHow could you and me beEver seen as peersCan’t compareYou just CCDon’t you know these clearsIn my ears only VV’sPlay musical chairsFred Astaire through these GT’sToo much wear and tear on your *She couldn’t please meWhite glove service with the brickI am LuigiSold ecstasy and disappearedI am HoudiniLook at themHim and himStill waiting on YeezyI hope you got your squeegeesAt your interviewsI just ki-kiLife’s peachyASAP with Rih-RihYou rappers all beneath meBeloved like the Bee GeesInternational flightsConnect me to the wifiThe only way you reach meBallerinas doing pirouettes inside of my snow globeShopping sprees in SohoYou had to see itStrippers shaking * and watching the dough blowAce trumpets and rose Mo’sPenne alla vodkaPanama fishing villageVisiting with PapaWith choppasAll of you impostaSimply just Ferrari window shoppersThe one I just ordered looked like it was built by NASAOver half a mil we call focacciaReaching for AkashaNever leaving home without my piece like I’m MahatmaFrom the tribe of Judah, I’m MufasaNever turn the other cheekYou’ll die at the OscarsPersona - non - grataMi casa su casaDrugs killed my teen spiritWelcome to NirvanaYou was Fu-Gee-La-LaI was Ali BabaDressed in house of GucciMade from selling Lady GagaHakuna MatataIsland wearing tie-dyeUmbrella in my Rolls match the one that’s in this Mai TaiListen, you are not ICross t’s, dot i’sI done disappeared and reappeared without a “viola”Ballerinas doing pirouettes inside of my snow globeShopping sprees in SohoYou had to see itStrippers shaking * and watching the dough blowAce trumpets and rose Mo’s#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell
Clipse, Pharrell Williams, Pusha T, Malice - So Far Ahead (Official Clean Audio) Clipse 2025-07-16 | Stream “So Far Ahead”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsThey don’t know what it is when I’m on itBut once they figure it out, I don’t want itSo far ahead, you * are behindBehindYou can’t see it from where you sitting (*)But this Ferrari leather with the matching stitching isSo far ahead (so far), you * are behindBehindSwerving through the lane, serving * caneStill ain’t never hit a potholeIf I was Brittney Griner, I’ma need ObamaOnly one to swap is ChapoFurthest from the streets, Monica, DeniseGood * * with Rocco’sPut ‘em in them cars, hanging out with starsNow it’s hard to tell they not *Your codefendant claim immunityIt was you and he, how’d you not knowUnless he leaving court in a Bentley SportJust to meet you on a yacht, thoughUnderstand the art of warAll my * draw, so we all PicassosMe just being me, respect to PnBI prolly never eat at Roscoe’sMillion ways to live, million ways to dieMillions stuffed in an autoMillion ways to wash it, million ways to stop itPray for me cause we not, thoughBest believe, I can whip a Christmas Eve with some work in a hot stoveThey done took it all, praying that he fallNo more questions ‘bout GestapoThey don’t know what it is when I’m on itBut once they figure it out, I don’t want itSo far ahead, you * are behindBehind* tried to sneeze at the blessing“How could I just leave?” was the questionWhistle blowers left me no choiceAin’t no referees up in HeavenNo mistaking me for the reverendUshering the money, my confessionHow your pastor whip a Rolls Royce?That was me pre 9/11Look at me post ArmageddonWalking with my dog, I am legendThe grass is greener on each sideI done been both Mason Betha’sI done been at both intersectionsI done pulled Ocean 11’sEven when the well ran dryI done raised quotes in the desertTried to hide the dope in the messageLike we did the coke in the LexusSame hands I used to whip workSee me turn ‘em both into blessingsAMG the spokes for the extrasOnly way to cope with the pressureWhen you feel you in too deepLet God take the wheel like a TeslaThey don’t know what it is when I’m on itBut once they figure it out, I don’t want itSo far ahead, you * are behindBehindYou can’t see it from where you sitting (*)But this Ferrari leather with the matching stitching isSo far ahead (so far), you * are behindBehind#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell
Clipse, Kendrick Lamar, Pusha T, Malice - Chains & Whips (Official Clean Audio) Clipse 2025-07-16 | Stream “Chains & Whips”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsUncle said, "*, you must be sickAll you talk about is just getting rich"Choke my neck, *, and ice my *Beat the system wit’ chains and whips(This is culturally inappropriate)You run from the spirit of repossessionToo much enamel covers your necklaceI buy *, you buy ’em sectionsYou buy watches, I buy collectionsMisery's fueling your aggressionJealousy’s turned into obsessionReality TV is mud wrestlingSome signed checks, I know better thanBeware of my name, that there is delicateYou know I know where you're delicateCrush you to pieces, I’ll hum a breath of itI will close your heaven for the hell of itYou'd think it'd be valor amongst veteransI'm watching your fame escape relevanceWe all in the room, but here’s the elephantYou chasing a feature out of your elementAnd those lab diamonds under inspectionThe question marks block ya blessingsThere's no tombstones in the desertI know by now you get the messageUncle said, "*, you must be sickAll you talk about is just getting rich"Choke my neck, *, and ice my *Beat the system wit’ chains and whipsIt don't take much to put two and twoYour lucky streak is now losing youMoney's dried up like a cuticleYa gasping for air now, it's beautifulJohn 10:10, that’s my usualMamas is falling out in funeralsEmbalmed and bloat, they now viewing youThey never find the guns, but the sewers doBubbles was sick, he need medicineBrought him back to life, now he dead againRichard don’t make watches for presidentsJust a million trapped between skeletonsThis the darkest that I've ever beenThe diamonds make you taste peppermintYou ain’t thrive in the snow like it’s The RevenantAnd send orders back down and keep shovelingUncle said, "*, you must be sickAll you talk about is just getting rich"Choke my neck, *, and ice my *Beat the system wit’ chains and whipsYeah, when things get dark and your number get calledAnd you look side to side, like "What did they say?"And it ain't the Lord's voice and then you realize that the Devil is talking to youI’m not the candidate to vibe withI don’t * with the Kumbaya *All that talent must be godsentI send yo’ * back to the CosmicsThe things I’ve seen under my eyelidsKaleidoscope dreams, murder and sirensLet’s be clear, Hip-Hop died againHalf of my profits may go to RakimHow many Judas’s that let me downBut * it, the West mines, we right nowTherapy showed me how to open upIt also showed me I don’t give a *The two time Gemini with the genocideI’m generous, how ever you want itI’ll be the gentle kindGentlemen and gangstas connectThe agenda of mineMove * up outta hereThis * get gentrifiedHeavy genes like GenoveseI’ll drop your PentagonThen show up at your gender revealAnd tell ‘em gimme mineI son *, I am the generalWhere my gin and juice?Every song is the book of GenesisLet the sonics boom* want the tea on meWell, here’s the ginger rootI generate residuals, *Get off my genitalsThey say I couldn’t reach Gen ZYou * *You must be full of that ginsengHere comes the jinx, yeahThey genetics been synthetic screaming they geniusA finger wave, they all fall* is JengaGod gave me lightA good year, full of free willTrump card tell me not to spare your life(Mutha*a)Yeah, when things get dark and your number get calledAnd you look side to side, like "What did they say?"And it ain't the Lord's voice and then you realize that the Devil is talking to you#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell #KendrickLamar
Clipse, Pusha T, Malice - M.T.B.T.T.F. (Official Clean Audio) Clipse 2025-07-16 | Stream “M.T.B.T.T.F.”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsNo confessions, questions, we contestin’Fireworks’ll send a message, iridescentSlow him down like Robitussin, if you rush inAt your door when we address him, we gon’ bless himTried to bring him, shoulda left him, learned my lessonPoker faces keep ‘em guessin’, no expressionIce dressing on my chest and leave impressionWhat’s a Testarossa if you don't test ‘em?Ain’t your * unless you joystick undress ‘emMy presence, your pleasurePeasants, he’s pressureI been knee deep, ki deepWe at ZZ’s, me and Lee LeeGet you fronted for the summer so easyThe snow alone, fill up a mobile homeMy * name ring like mobile phones and no one’s homeWhite back to back Rolls at my gatesWhite slavemaster souls in my safeWhite python Manolo is the tasteShe want a Mike Tyson blow to the faceTwist and turn, these guns blitz and burnToo many flip and turn, had to get rich to learnUhThe Bezos of the nasal, that’s case closedGot a team full of J. Bo’s on they toes* measly, cheap as RieslingBelieve meI can tell because your * look needyShe want Mike Tyson blow to the faceSlalom ice, she wants snow on a plateHalf price when the blow’s in the crates meansMore ice for the Mo’s and the AceMade a million off a flow to the nase* saying that it wont just a phase911 Turbo with the glazeTop dollars poking holes in the caseAll you keyboard killers in your feelingsMad you aint trendingMad, got you trickin’ on your womenMad I don't hit ‘em, I just spin ‘emGunning and I’m grinningIn a Bugatti in my denimThis is the result of my visionReact with precisionBut God only knows my intentionBut selling dope is a religionThe hammer’s in positionI can show * the differenceYou * is screenwriters, we dream writersTook change and touched chains like King MidasImitation is flattery, they seem like usBut only 300 bricks can make you LeonidasMy old plug asked the new plug to reunite usD class in my ears now let me see you bite itShe want Mike Tyson blow to the faceI’m talkin’ ‘96 Hov with baseShe want Mike Tyson blow to the faceSlalom ice, she wants snow on a plateHalf price when the blow’s in the crates meansMore ice for the Mo’s and the AceMade a million off a flow to the nase* saying that it wont just a phase911 Turbo with the glazeTop dollars poking holes in the case#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell
Clipse, Stove God Cooks, Pusha T, Malice - F.I.C.O. (Official Clean Audio) Clipse 2025-07-16 | Stream “F.I.C.O.”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsI remember late nights, pissy hallwaysDriving me psychoThe money wouldn’t come fast enoughWe was back and forth, down streamlineMoving weight was like lipoThe rest of y’all stuck in a rut* double crossing, talk behind ya backSee, that’s where the knife goI guess they wasn’t * wit’ usSome * get the luck of the drawFor others, life is a dice rollAnd waiting on faith ain’t for usWhen you young, you realize that you can’t trust a mouth where the pipe goThey tried but couldn’t love you enoughDance music on my neckWhere’s your water bottle?Diamonds, the light showLooking like the sun in the clubIf you re-ing up with us then your credit score gotta be F.I.C.O.I’m talkin’ 850 or bustSee you really real power when you make * balance on tight ropesThey know they not much for the bloodHave my man shoot ya blockI’ma send his * far as the flight goAin’t worried ‘bout ducking a judgeKeep frontin’ for ya *Cause any minute repo might showYou know that * up in a monthHeard your man was in there singing for his lifeThey was calling him maestroCause time that heavy can crushWhen you pay a * back, like it’s layaway, whispering “die slow”The last words you hear in the trunkYou don’t know what I knowYou ain’t seen what I saw, noYou ain’t been where I goWit’ a fetti so strong you gotta bag it wit’ one eye closedMy shooter turn you inside outI heard the Feds turned the crib inside outDrop the roof on you *, let the inside outFresh Prince jacket, boy, I cook ‘em till they inside outGo get a Glock, 27 fits snug in the waistlineBoth sticks came with the drumI was 5’6”, shoulder with a chipWish a * to take mineIndex yanked till it’s numbUsed to call me Windex ‘cause this thing I spray gon’ make you change mindsI done seen Hercules runWe was powerlifting 2.2’sNah, we ain’t throw gang signsMy brick walk was second to noneI would have them take a number like DMVThat was the baselineCheckout on register oneMiami * like Big Perm ‘cause they numbers was FaizonCubans showed me nothing but loveWhen it come down to it, every Stringer Bell just needs an AvonWho won’t sweep it under the rugOn the road, with a load, *, break lineI knew where to place mineI don’t keep the gun in the gloveHit the turnpike with the running lights that be on in the daytimeCause K9’s sniff out a crumbHands 3 and 9 on the wheel as I’m crossing the state lineDumb, ditty, dumb, ditty, dumbSurvival of the fittestYou either get acquitted or face timeI done had an infamous runMy story gon’ hit the first 48Then it’s on Dateline ‘cause this really * I’d doneYou don’t know what I knowYou ain’t seen what I saw, noYou ain’t been where I goWit’ a fetti so strong you gotta bag it wit’ one eye closedMy shooter turn you inside outI heard the Feds turned the crib inside outDrop the roof on you *, let the inside outFresh Prince jacket, boy, I cook ‘em till they inside out#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell #StoveGodCooks
Clipse, Pharrell Williams, Pusha T, Malice - E.B.I.T.D.A. (Official Clean Audio) Clipse 2025-07-16 | Stream “E.B.I.T.D.A.”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsI mean the ears like vitamin CI mean yellow like bright as a beeI mean the sun like bright as can beF80 knot you, tie it to meJust to get from A to B and ain’t drive it to seeThe Palais, the Eiffel, Army won’t turn the parades offGod bless TakeoffI said I want the Rolls Royce with the drapes offAnd it ain’t electric so it’s way offSend it backSending for the Gordo pies?Picked up the Turo and driveStraight up the 405The way that the boarders designedI’m feeling like the lord of the skiesArms like 2:45Hit ‘em, make sure that he diesThat text, won’t never replyThe Feds came and collected my guysThe rain pours and I’m hearing it criesWent from heaters up to fevers up* in the back, the seat is upNow I’m ten times the E.B.I.T.D.A.If you let the money talk, who speaking upI’m sleepwalking, y’all don’t dream enoughMy third passport, I ain’t seen enoughIf you can breathe up there, it ain’t steep enoughThe scale don’t lie, you ain’t even us(Yeah)Shorty want me hit her like an archerBut I’m not desperate, so I starve herHow we fit 30 studs in the collarOpen the sunroof, wave to my fatherRemembering the shipments at the Portsmouth HarborSomething for the face-numbers and the noddersGrew up playing real life Contra“Never give up,” that’s the mantraLifting all this weight, now I live behind the gateShould DJ the way they digging through the cratesYou * busting bricks on a plateI need more space to make pasteThe wrap houses running out of tapeThe drug money busting out the safesScammers running in and out of ChaseBottle service running out of AceWent from heaters up to fevers up* in the back, the seat is upNow I’m ten times the E.B.I.T.D.A.If you let the money talk, who speaking upI’m sleepwalking, y’all don’t dream enoughMy third passport, I ain’t seen enoughIf you can breathe up there, it ain’t steep enoughThe scale don’t lie, you ain’t even us#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell
Clipse, Tyler, The Creator, Pusha T, Malice - P.O.V. (Official Clean Audio) Clipse 2025-07-16 | Stream “P.O.V.”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsP.O.V., kilos in my MaybachTake Amtrak down south then she flies backMy connect has ponytails tied backI just hit 6 mil behind TyvekThey content create, I despise thatI create content then they tries thatRun these jewels, there’s rulesI don’t buy backI’ve topped all these listsWhere’s my prize at?All I see is 60 day stars and 20 year thousandairesNot enough shoppin’, whole lot of browsingairesMy reinvention, I know you thinkin’ how’s it fairYou stream kings but you never fit a crowd in thereSupreme team, parallels when the powder clearsI seen things that I’m still not even proud to shareYou Zeus network *, you hear me loud and clearGet these fifty five hundred a hosting * out of hereSand color Rolls Royce, we like Saudis hereThe only Audi here is driven by my au pairGhostface with the wrist, bird falconaireWilly Falcon, trunk full of talcum hereShotgun wit’ ya ex, feels like Malcolm’s nearSend a hit though a text, ain’t no shoutin’ hereBypass M.I.A., too much crowd in thereI spent summers wit’ connects, love that mountain airP.O.V., kilos in my MaybachTake Amtrak down south then she flies backMy connect has ponytails tied backI just hit 6 mil behind TyvekThey content create, I despise thatI create content then they tries thatRun these jewels, there’s rulesI don’t buy backI’ve topped all these listsWhere’s my prize at?Yeah, OKCall me Mr. Brella how I weather the stormF40, 3 milly, I peel off like an orangeI got deaf and blind * trying to see what it doLittle feature, * threaten to sue meTell your lawyer to set the feeLaFerrari doors open up like its therapyThat number ain’t bread to meThat million is crumbsYou * is bumsI’m not a tough guyI’m a Flower Boy, them bees get you stungOh, nah, nah, nahYeah, they will buzz for meyou tricky * puzzle meI could never buy a * a Birkin cause she * meI got homes I ain’t sleep in, the optionsMy * Push keep dirty white moving like mosh pitsThey watchingI’m like white * the way I pop *I need God to play the lead in my biopicThe curse of the zerosWhen you become the Devil or the tap dancing negroI came to terms that I’ma probably outgrow my heroesCome get with meP.O.V., kilos in my MaybachTake Amtrak down south then she flies backMy connect has ponytails tied backI just hit 6 mil behind TyvekThey content create, I despise thatI create content then they tries thatRun these jewels, there’s rulesI don’t buy backI’ve topped all these listsWhere’s my prize at?If they had to weigh the operation, call it obeseI mix it like Mahomes, then I tell ‘em go deepThe rag top drop, playin’ hide and go seekThe Bentley leather match the piping, that’s the MotifJust to think I built a rap career off an oz.I’m watchin’ new * rap just to O.D.If I didn’t give you both sides, I wouldn’t be meI was the only one to walk away and really be freeAs far as I’m concerned, I do really be heI can open up my closet with a skeleton keyIf I lie to myself, I can sell it to meI done sung along with rappers I never believedCame back for the money, that’s the Devil in meHad to hide it from the church, that’s the Jekyll in meI never thought twice what pressure would beCause * chains look just like oppression to meP.O.V., kilos in my MaybachTake Amtrak down south then she flies backMy connect has ponytails tied backI just hit 6 mil behind TyvekThey content create, I despise thatI create content then they tries thatRun these jewels, there’s rulesI don’t buy backI’ve topped all these listsWhere’s my prize at?#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell #TylerTheCreator
Clipse, Kendrick Lamar, Pusha T, Malice - Chains & Whips (Official Music Video) Clipse 2025-07-14 | Stream “Chains & Whips” feat. Kendrick Lamar: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipse TikTok: tiktok.com/@clipse Twitter: https://x.com/clipseLyrics:Uncle said, "*, you must be sickAll you talk about is just getting rich"Choke my neck, *, and ice my *Beat the system wit’ chains and whips(This is culturally inappropriate)You run from the spirit of repossessionToo much enamel covers your necklaceI buy *, you buy ’em sectionsYou buy watches, I buy collectionsMisery's fueling your aggressionJealousy’s turned into obsessionReality TV is mud wrestlingSome signed checks, I know better thanBeware of my name, that there is delicateYou know I know where you're delicateCrush you to pieces, I’ll hum a breath of itI will close your heaven for the hell of itYou'd think it'd be valor amongst veteransI'm watching your fame escape relevanceWe all in the room, but here’s the elephantYou chasing a feature out of your elementAnd those lab diamonds under inspectionThe question marks block ya blessingsThere's no tombstones in the desertI know by now you get the messageUncle said, "*, you must be sickAll you talk about is just getting rich"Choke my neck, *, and ice my *Beat the system wit’ chains and whipsIt don't take much to put two and twoYour lucky streak is now losing youMoney's dried up like a cuticleYa gasping for air now, it's beautifulJohn 10:10, that’s my usualMamas is falling out in funeralsEmbalmed and bloat, they now viewing youThey never find the guns, but the sewers doBubbles was sick, he need medicineBrought him back to life, now he dead againRichard don’t make watches for presidentsJust a million trapped between skeletonsThis the darkest that I've ever beenThe diamonds make you taste peppermintYou ain’t thrive in the snow like it’s The RevenantAnd send orders back down and keep shovelingUncle said, "*, you must be sickAll you talk about is just getting rich"Choke my neck, *, and ice my *Beat the system wit’ chains and whipsYeah, when things get dark and your number get calledAnd you look side to side, like "What did they say?"And it ain't the Lord's voice and then you realize that the Devil is talking to youI’m not the candidate to vibe withI don’t * with the Kumbaya *All that talent must be godsentI send yo’ * back to the CosmicsThe things I’ve seen under my eyelidsKaleidoscope dreams, murder and sirensLet’s be clear, Hip-Hop died againHalf of my profits may go to RakimHow many Judas’s that let me downBut * it, the West mines, we right nowTherapy showed me how to open upIt also showed me I don’t give a *The two time Gemini with the genocideI’m generous, how ever you want itI’ll be the gentle kindGentlemen and gangstas connectThe agenda of mineMove * up outta hereThis * get gentrifiedHeavy genes like GenoveseI’ll drop your PentagonThen show up at your gender revealAnd tell ‘em gimme mineI son *, I am the generalWhere my gin and juice?Every song is the book of GenesisLet the sonics boomwant the tea on meWell, here’s the ginger rootI generate residuals, *Get off my genitalsThey say I couldn’t reach Gen ZYou * *You must be full of that ginsengHere comes the jinx, yeahThey genetics been synthetic screaming they geniusA finger wave, they all fallis JengaGod gave me lightA good year, full of free willTrump card tell me not to spare your life(Mutha*a)Yeah, when things get dark and your number get calledAnd you look side to side, like "What did they say?"And it ain't the Lord's voice and then you realize that the Devil is talking to you#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell #KendrickLamar
Clipse, Pusha T, Malice - So Be It (Official Audio) Clipse 2025-07-11 | Stream “So Be It”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyrics16,000 square8 million up there, 2 million down hereWhen I was born, Grandmama could see itI be Bentley driven and very strategicR.M. sleeve, no diamonds are neededFloors are heated, so be it, so be it* wit’ P, get something immediateYour soul don’t like your body, we help you free itThen we wait for TMZ to leak itIt ain’t no secret, so be it, so be itSmokeSo be it, so be itSmokeSo be itC-L-I-P-S-E, epi8 ball, LVI can show you how to bust a brick if you let meI monogram like confettiSwitches readyShe leaning on Celine cause she ain’t stepping in GiuseppeCatch a buck 50 like each PirelliI got 8 of ‘em, call me AndrettiIf I’m not in the telly selling the yetiThen I’m twirling your * like she in spaghettiHeavy, circle back and come and get this KellyAnd your ears too if you want ‘em blue like BellyLotta jetting, Prada bedding911’s, I’m the who’s who with what’s whatPapa heaven* around and get your body traced tryna test meCause * that I’m wit’ like to draw when it’s sketchyIf they catch me, don’t forget meResurrect meBuy a dog tag the same place that they baguette meSki(This is culturally inappropriate)SmokeSo be it, so be itSmokeSo be itYou cried in front of meYou died in front of meCalabasas took your * and your pride in front of meHer Utopia had moved right up the streetAnd her lip gross was poppin’, she ain’t need you to eatThe net gon’ call it the way that they see itBut I got the video, I can share and A.E. itThey wouldn’t believe it but I can’t unsee itLucky I ain’t TMZ itSo be it, so be it(This is culturally inappropriate)SmokeSo be it, so be itSmokeSo be it, So be it#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell
Clipse, Pusha T, Malice - So Be It (Official Lyric Video) Clipse 2025-07-11 | Stream “So Be It”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyrics16,000 square8 million up there, 2 million down hereWhen I was born, Grandmama could see itI be Bentley driven and very strategicR.M. sleeve, no diamonds are neededFloors are heated, so be it, so be it* wit’ P, get something immediateYour soul don’t like your body, we help you free itThen we wait for TMZ to leak itIt ain’t no secret, so be it, so be itSmokeSo be it, so be itSmokeSo be itC-L-I-P-S-E, epi8 ball, LVI can show you how to bust a brick if you let meI monogram like confettiSwitches readyShe leaning on Celine cause she ain’t stepping in GiuseppeCatch a buck 50 like each PirelliI got 8 of ‘em, call me AndrettiIf I’m not in the telly selling the yetiThen I’m twirling your * like she in spaghettiHeavy, circle back and come and get this KellyAnd your ears too if you want ‘em blue like BellyLotta jetting, Prada bedding911’s, I’m the who’s who with what’s whatPapa heaven* around and get your body traced tryna test meCause * that I’m wit’ like to draw when it’s sketchyIf they catch me, don’t forget meResurrect meBuy a dog tag the same place that they baguette meSki(This is culturally inappropriate)SmokeSo be it, so be itSmokeSo be itYou cried in front of meYou died in front of meCalabasas took your * and your pride in front of meHer Utopia had moved right up the streetAnd her lip gross was poppin’, she ain’t need you to eatThe net gon’ call it the way that they see itBut I got the video, I can share and A.E. itThey wouldn’t believe it but I can’t unsee itLucky I ain’t TMZ itSo be it, so be it(This is culturally inappropriate)SmokeSo be it, so be itSmokeSo be it, So be it#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell
Clipse, Stove God Cooks, Pusha T, Malice - F.I.C.O. (Official Audio) Clipse 2025-07-11 | Stream “F.I.C.O.”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsI remember late nights, pissy hallwaysDriving me psychoThe money wouldn’t come fast enoughWe was back and forth, down streamlineMoving weight was like lipoThe rest of y’all stuck in a rut* double crossing, talk behind ya backSee, that’s where the knife goI guess they wasn’t * wit’ usSome * get the luck of the drawFor others, life is a dice rollAnd waiting on faith ain’t for usWhen you young, you realize that you can’t trust a mouth where the pipe goThey tried but couldn’t love you enoughDance music on my neckWhere’s your water bottle?Diamonds, the light showLooking like the sun in the clubIf you re-ing up with us then your credit score gotta be F.I.C.O.I’m talkin’ 850 or bustSee you really real power when you make * balance on tight ropesThey know they not much for the bloodHave my man shoot ya blockI’ma send his * far as the flight goAin’t worried ‘bout ducking a judgeKeep frontin’ for ya *Cause any minute repo might showYou know that * up in a monthHeard your man was in there singing for his lifeThey was calling him maestroCause time that heavy can crushWhen you pay a * back, like it’s layaway, whispering “die slow”The last words you hear in the trunkYou don’t know what I knowYou ain’t seen what I saw, noYou ain’t been where I goWit’ a fetti so strong you gotta bag it wit’ one eye closedMy shooter turn you inside outI heard the Feds turned the crib inside outDrop the roof on you *, let the inside outFresh Prince jacket, boy, I cook ‘em till they inside outGo get a Glock, 27 fits snug in the waistlineBoth sticks came with the drumI was 5’6”, shoulder with a chipWish a * to take mineIndex yanked till it’s numbUsed to call me Windex ‘cause this thing I spray gon’ make you change mindsI done seen Hercules runWe was powerlifting 2.2’sNah, we ain’t throw gang signsMy brick walk was second to noneI would have them take a number like DMVThat was the baselineCheckout on register oneMiami * like Big Perm ‘cause they numbers was FaizonCubans showed me nothing but loveWhen it come down to it, every Stringer Bell just needs an AvonWho won’t sweep it under the rugOn the road, with a load, *, break lineI knew where to place mineI don’t keep the gun in the gloveHit the turnpike with the running lights that be on in the daytimeCause K9’s sniff out a crumbHands 3 and 9 on the wheel as I’m crossing the state lineDumb, ditty, dumb, ditty, dumbSurvival of the fittestYou either get acquitted or face timeI done had an infamous runMy story gon’ hit the first 48Then it’s on Dateline ‘cause this really * I’d doneYou don’t know what I knowYou ain’t seen what I saw, noYou ain’t been where I goWit’ a fetti so strong you gotta bag it wit’ one eye closedMy shooter turn you inside outI heard the Feds turned the crib inside outDrop the roof on you *, let the inside outFresh Prince jacket, boy, I cook ‘em till they inside out#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell #StoveGodCooks
Clipse, Tyler, The Creator, Pusha T, Malice - P.O.V. (Official Audio) Clipse 2025-07-11 | Stream “P.O.V.”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsP.O.V., kilos in my MaybachTake Amtrak down south then she flies backMy connect has ponytails tied backI just hit 6 mil behind TyvekThey content create, I despise thatI create content then they tries thatRun these jewels, there’s rulesI don’t buy backI’ve topped all these listsWhere’s my prize at?All I see is 60 day stars and 20 year thousandairesNot enough shoppin’, whole lot of browsingairesMy reinvention, I know you thinkin’ how’s it fairYou stream kings but you never fit a crowd in thereSupreme team, parallels when the powder clearsI seen things that I’m still not even proud to shareYou Zeus network *, you hear me loud and clearGet these fifty five hundred a hosting * out of hereSand color Rolls Royce, we like Saudis hereThe only Audi here is driven by my au pairGhostface with the wrist, bird falconaireWilly Falcon, trunk full of talcum hereShotgun wit’ ya ex, feels like Malcolm’s nearSend a hit though a text, ain’t no shoutin’ hereBypass M.I.A., too much crowd in thereI spent summers wit’ connects, love that mountain airP.O.V., kilos in my MaybachTake Amtrak down south then she flies backMy connect has ponytails tied backI just hit 6 mil behind TyvekThey content create, I despise thatI create content then they tries thatRun these jewels, there’s rulesI don’t buy backI’ve topped all these listsWhere’s my prize at?Yeah, OKCall me Mr. Brella how I weather the stormF40, 3 milly, I peel off like an orangeI got deaf and blind * trying to see what it doLittle feature, * threaten to sue meTell your lawyer to set the feeLaFerrari doors open up like its therapyThat number ain’t bread to meThat million is crumbsYou * is bumsI’m not a tough guyI’m a Flower Boy, them bees get you stungOh, nah, nah, nahYeah, they will buzz for meyou tricky * puzzle meI could never buy a * a Birkin cause she * meI got homes I ain’t sleep in, the optionsMy * Push keep dirty white moving like mosh pitsThey watchingI’m like white * the way I pop *I need God to play the lead in my biopicThe curse of the zerosWhen you become the Devil or the tap dancing negroI came to terms that I’ma probably outgrow my heroesCome get with meP.O.V., kilos in my MaybachTake Amtrak down south then she flies backMy connect has ponytails tied backI just hit 6 mil behind TyvekThey content create, I despise thatI create content then they tries thatRun these jewels, there’s rulesI don’t buy backI’ve topped all these listsWhere’s my prize at?If they had to weigh the operation, call it obeseI mix it like Mahomes, then I tell ‘em go deepThe rag top drop, playin’ hide and go seekThe Bentley leather match the piping, that’s the MotifJust to think I built a rap career off an oz.I’m watchin’ new * rap just to O.D.If I didn’t give you both sides, I wouldn’t be meI was the only one to walk away and really be freeAs far as I’m concerned, I do really be heI can open up my closet with a skeleton keyIf I lie to myself, I can sell it to meI done sung along with rappers I never believedCame back for the money, that’s the Devil in meHad to hide it from the church, that’s the Jekyll in meI never thought twice what pressure would beCause * chains look just like oppression to meP.O.V., kilos in my MaybachTake Amtrak down south then she flies backMy connect has ponytails tied backI just hit 6 mil behind TyvekThey content create, I despise thatI create content then they tries thatRun these jewels, there’s rulesI don’t buy backI’ve topped all these listsWhere’s my prize at?#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell #TylerTheCreator
Clipse, Kendrick Lamar, Pusha T, Malice - Chains & Whips (Official Audio) Clipse 2025-07-11 | Stream “Chains & Whips”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsUncle said, "*, you must be sickAll you talk about is just getting rich"Choke my neck, *, and ice my *Beat the system wit’ chains and whips(This is culturally inappropriate)You run from the spirit of repossessionToo much enamel covers your necklaceI buy *, you buy ’em sectionsYou buy watches, I buy collectionsMisery's fueling your aggressionJealousy’s turned into obsessionReality TV is mud wrestlingSome signed checks, I know better thanBeware of my name, that there is delicateYou know I know where you're delicateCrush you to pieces, I’ll hum a breath of itI will close your heaven for the hell of itYou'd think it'd be valor amongst veteransI'm watching your fame escape relevanceWe all in the room, but here’s the elephantYou chasing a feature out of your elementAnd those lab diamonds under inspectionThe question marks block ya blessingsThere's no tombstones in the desertI know by now you get the messageUncle said, "*, you must be sickAll you talk about is just getting rich"Choke my neck, *, and ice my *Beat the system wit’ chains and whipsIt don't take much to put two and twoYour lucky streak is now losing youMoney's dried up like a cuticleYa gasping for air now, it's beautifulJohn 10:10, that’s my usualMamas is falling out in funeralsEmbalmed and bloat, they now viewing youThey never find the guns, but the sewers doBubbles was sick, he need medicineBrought him back to life, now he dead againRichard don’t make watches for presidentsJust a million trapped between skeletonsThis the darkest that I've ever beenThe diamonds make you taste peppermintYou ain’t thrive in the snow like it’s The RevenantAnd send orders back down and keep shovelingUncle said, "*, you must be sickAll you talk about is just getting rich"Choke my neck, *, and ice my *Beat the system wit’ chains and whipsYeah, when things get dark and your number get calledAnd you look side to side, like "What did they say?"And it ain't the Lord's voice and then you realize that the Devil is talking to youI’m not the candidate to vibe withI don’t * with the Kumbaya *All that talent must be godsentI send yo’ * back to the CosmicsThe things I’ve seen under my eyelidsKaleidoscope dreams, murder and sirensLet’s be clear, Hip-Hop died againHalf of my profits may go to RakimHow many Judas’s that let me downBut * it, the West mines, we right nowTherapy showed me how to open upIt also showed me I don’t give a *The two time Gemini with the genocideI’m generous, how ever you want itI’ll be the gentle kindGentlemen and gangstas connectThe agenda of mineMove * up outta hereThis * get gentrifiedHeavy genes like GenoveseI’ll drop your PentagonThen show up at your gender revealAnd tell ‘em gimme mineI son *, I am the generalWhere my gin and juice?Every song is the book of GenesisLet the sonics boom* want the tea on meWell, here’s the ginger rootI generate residuals, *Get off my genitalsThey say I couldn’t reach Gen ZYou * *You must be full of that ginsengHere comes the jinx, yeahThey genetics been synthetic screaming they geniusA finger wave, they all fall* is JengaGod gave me lightA good year, full of free willTrump card tell me not to spare your life(Mutha*a)Yeah, when things get dark and your number get calledAnd you look side to side, like "What did they say?"And it ain't the Lord's voice and then you realize that the Devil is talking to you#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell #KendrickLamar
Clipse, Pharrell Williams, Pusha T, Malice - By The Grace Of God (Official Audio) Clipse 2025-07-11 | Stream “By The Grace of God”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsThe Devil’s tapping on shouldersHe’s tryna get to know yaThe right time to fold yaI’m losing saints and my soldiersIt’s all Lodi Dodi till you looking at the bodySmiles I’ll never see againNever be a “we” againCleaning out your closetThe one you kept your demons inHard for me to breathe againI’ma blame your head, not your heartTill we meet againEasily I coulda been one of themLocked up and never get to see the sun againBurning buildings, I kept running inThe allure every time I flew a hunnid inCodefendant cave in and lawyers couldn’t save himAll for the love of 580’s and a mixed * having ya babyI done dodged strays crazyMan, I think about this * dailyWhen the crew breaks apart, who takes the charge?You face the cards, I lace the squadWent from mason jars to crepe tartare’sEscape the odds by the Grace of GodI seen killers and kingpins sing behind the wallI watched many men die cause no one would make the callI’ve seen entire empires crumble and fallYes, I’ve seen it allThey missed this wallBy the Grace of GodAll the black cats I seenAll the black MAC’s I squeezedAll the black crows I dreamedEven the black cloud hoveringCouldn’t touch me in the bulletproof CullinanTears on my pillow caseWas I spitting in yo’ faceWhen you let me beat that case (ha)Some * see the money, can’t make it (can’t make it)Some * get the money, can’t take it (can’t take it)Gotta realize that they was naked (naked)Was I cooking death when I was baking (uh)Salt bae it, sprinkle it and sauté it (shhh)You don’t trust me then we all weigh itAnd it ain’t over till we all say itAnd you ain’t shooting *, them guns are archaicIn closing, I see I’m chosenAll my pressure points frozenYou know how it goesWhen the crew breaks apart, who takes the charge?You face the cards, I lace the squadWent from mason jars to crepe tartare’sEscape the odds by the Grace of GodI seen killers and kingpins sing behind the wallI watched many men die cause no one would make the callI’ve seen entire empires crumble and fallYes, I’ve seen it allThey missed this wall(Yeah)By the Grace of God#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell
Clipse, Nas, Pusha T, Malice - Let God Sort Em Out/Chandeliers (Official Audio) Clipse 2025-07-11 | Stream “Let God Sort Em Out/Chandeliers”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsIt’s always the loudmouths that can’t countThe right price, I put the AR in the saint’s mouth (talk about it)Bring all the watches and the chains outHeat come, I’m De Niro, I got the safe house(This is culturally inappropriate)Surrounded by * with tears that don’t drip(Talk about it)That ain’t the ghost that you appear to go getFinally got the courage but you still a whole *The rest of y’all on my six year ago *Every move intentional, the links is atypicalLike baseball in D.R., you know what the stick’ll do(This is culturally inappropriate)We got the drop on your shadowYou know we can get to youThe pen to express my dreams and expertiseAnd TEC’s I squeezeCoke spots all over like leprosyIt’s a dark spirit tucked behind the flesh you seeGot every single word of the hex I needThe death I breathe, the death I seeLooks so good on ya, the coffin wood on yaClosed casket cause I’m only siccing wolves on yaBerlinetta horse power, put them hooves on yaBlow a half a mil in LV leather goods on yaWe been doing this for eonsWhile you thirsty trying to figure out who you can spill the tea onI’m in coffee fields making mil’sYou get the chills ‘cause this * is realNow let me ribbon bowtie your surpriseThe feeling that you get when you realizeIt was really you that died and we are so aliveConspiracy theory, you can’t believe it’s usSoul leave your body like a fentanyl rushDead on your back with your eyes looking upChandeliers(This is culturally inappropriate)Single-handedly boosted rap to its truest place* speaking candidly, I alone did rejuvenateHip-hip into its newest placeMade it cool for Grammy nominated LP’s from previous generation MC’sAnd that rings loud and reverberatesIt’s not fair to them, I’m thinking I deserve the hateBring it, the only thing you killing is precious timeUsed to clash with Decepticons, I was dumb, deaf and blindSo cancel me before I unleash the “Panther” meThe pantheon is a family, we some upstanding G’sThe difference between regular spitters and bossesMy principles’ highYou need a glimpse of me from satellites in orbitTape sabbaticals on avenuesBring AK’s on vacay’s when we paddle canoesFollow the leader, TerminatorHasta la vista, man of the yearNasir, rockin' chandeliers#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell #Nas
Clipse, Nas, Pusha T, Malice - Let God Sort Em Out/Chandeliers (Official Lyric Video) Clipse 2025-07-11 | Stream “Let God Sort Em Out/Chandeliers”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsIt’s always the loudmouths that can’t countThe right price, I put the AR in the saint’s mouth (talk about it)Bring all the watches and the chains outHeat come, I’m De Niro, I got the safe house(This is culturally inappropriate)Surrounded by * with tears that don’t drip(Talk about it)That ain’t the ghost that you appear to go getFinally got the courage but you still a whole *The rest of y’all on my six year ago *Every move intentional, the links is atypicalLike baseball in D.R., you know what the stick’ll do(This is culturally inappropriate)We got the drop on your shadowYou know we can get to youThe pen to express my dreams and expertiseAnd TEC’s I squeezeCoke spots all over like leprosyIt’s a dark spirit tucked behind the flesh you seeGot every single word of the hex I needThe death I breathe, the death I seeLooks so good on ya, the coffin wood on yaClosed casket cause I’m only siccing wolves on yaBerlinetta horse power, put them hooves on yaBlow a half a mil in LV leather goods on yaWe been doing this for eonsWhile you thirsty trying to figure out who you can spill the tea onI’m in coffee fields making mil’sYou get the chills ‘cause this * is realNow let me ribbon bowtie your surpriseThe feeling that you get when you realizeIt was really you that died and we are so aliveConspiracy theory, you can’t believe it’s usSoul leave your body like a fentanyl rushDead on your back with your eyes looking upChandeliers(This is culturally inappropriate)Single-handedly boosted rap to its truest place* speaking candidly, I alone did rejuvenateHip-hip into its newest placeMade it cool for Grammy nominated LP’s from previous generation MC’sAnd that rings loud and reverberatesIt’s not fair to them, I’m thinking I deserve the hateBring it, the only thing you killing is precious timeUsed to clash with Decepticons, I was dumb, deaf and blindSo cancel me before I unleash the “Panther” meThe pantheon is a family, we some upstanding G’sThe difference between regular spitters and bossesMy principles’ highYou need a glimpse of me from satellites in orbitTape sabbaticals on avenuesBring AK’s on vacay’s when we paddle canoesFollow the leader, TerminatorHasta la vista, man of the yearNasir, rockin' chandeliers#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell #Nas
Clipse, Pusha T, Malice - M.T.B.T.T.F. (Official Audio) Clipse 2025-07-11 | Stream “M.T.B.T.T.F.”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsNo confessions, questions, we contestin’Fireworks’ll send a message, iridescentSlow him down like Robitussin, if you rush inAt your door when we address him, we gon’ bless himTried to bring him, shoulda left him, learned my lessonPoker faces keep ‘em guessin’, no expressionIce dressing on my chest and leave impressionWhat’s a Testarossa if you don't test ‘em?Ain’t your * unless you joystick undress ‘emMy presence, your pleasurePeasants, he’s pressureI been knee deep, ki deepWe at ZZ’s, me and Lee LeeGet you fronted for the summer so easyThe snow alone, fill up a mobile homeMy * name ring like mobile phones and no one’s homeWhite back to back Rolls at my gatesWhite slavemaster souls in my safeWhite python Manolo is the tasteShe want a Mike Tyson blow to the faceTwist and turn, these guns blitz and burnToo many flip and turn, had to get rich to learnUhThe Bezos of the nasal, that’s case closedGot a team full of J. Bo’s on they toes* measly, cheap as RieslingBelieve meI can tell because your * look needyShe want Mike Tyson blow to the faceSlalom ice, she wants snow on a plateHalf price when the blow’s in the crates meansMore ice for the Mo’s and the AceMade a million off a flow to the nase* saying that it wont just a phase911 Turbo with the glazeTop dollars poking holes in the caseAll you keyboard killers in your feelingsMad you aint trendingMad, got you trickin’ on your womenMad I don't hit ‘em, I just spin ‘emGunning and I’m grinningIn a Bugatti in my denimThis is the result of my visionReact with precisionBut God only knows my intentionBut selling dope is a religionThe hammer’s in positionI can show * the differenceYou * is screenwriters, we dream writersTook change and touched chains like King MidasImitation is flattery, they seem like usBut only 300 bricks can make you LeonidasMy old plug asked the new plug to reunite usD class in my ears now let me see you bite itShe want Mike Tyson blow to the faceI’m talkin’ ‘96 Hov with baseShe want Mike Tyson blow to the faceSlalom ice, she wants snow on a plateHalf price when the blow’s in the crates meansMore ice for the Mo’s and the AceMade a million off a flow to the nase* saying that it wont just a phase911 Turbo with the glazeTop dollars poking holes in the case#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell
Clipse, Ab-Liva, Pusha T, Malice - Inglorious Bastards (Official Audio) Clipse 2025-07-11 | Stream “Inglorious Bastards”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsWhen we are together, we got powerWe have shifted from having a seizureAbout what the man got, to seizing what we needBurn, baby, burn!Catch me in the kitchen where the dope isWith an apron that’s whiter than the Pope’s is(This is culturally inappropriate)Spread distribution, wide openNow all the smokers call him MosesHeron browner than baby roachesGot your * bent over like scoliosisWatching Tiafoe with the OpenThat’s the only back and forth that I’m postingWe really netted what we grossingBy the way, I’m writin’ this on an ocean(This is culturally inappropriate)By the way, this anchor’s really frozenBy the way, the sinkers being loadedCause by the way, this thinker’s really chosenHead halo’ingSeated in a late foreignName a * who ain’t goingTwo tone with the Royce rolling(This is culturally inappropriate)Just a glimpse what the boy holdingKnocking over all you toy soldiersOne plus four acres, no neighborsI remember the days of no cable(This is culturally inappropriate)Colombian stallions in a stableWith natural titties and no navelsOnly work getting done is on the tableDeath to skimmers and shaversI’m allergic to anything other than money behaviorInglorious, victoriousWide body, B.I.G. like NotoriousTell me is we trafficking or trickin’Somebody gotta show me the differenceStand on every word whenever I wrote *Under my boots, *, nothin’ but goat *(This is culturally inappropriate)I was fine getting rich under their nosesToday, a * celebrate to ya and post itSaltwater tears, cooked with sodiumMcLaren hypercar, no petroleumBack then, hid work under linoleumThat thinking got me standing on this podiumChop the roof off, * this coupe talkA Virginia * driving in New York(This is culturally inappropriate)State trap duckingMy tints was too darkThe money’s in a trailer car* what you thoughtBeen playin’ in the snow like RudolphIn that 2 door, roof helping me cool offChains on me like Slick Rick the RulerSeats white but the 6 blacker than Umar* trying to stop my play, Parisian nightsPrivate rooms at Bar des Prés, the seasons rightLou Vuitton, hug my armsScribbled in red, blood diamonds flood my charm(This is culturally inappropriate)The chauffeurs are madeFlights are charteredThe villas in the hills are pavedBlood is spilled, ring finger, names engravedShirts are silk, the yacht life, flags are wavedInglorious, victoriousWide body, B.I.G. like Notorious(This is culturally inappropriate)Tell me is we trafficking or trickin’Somebody gotta show me the difference#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell #AbLiva
Clipse, John Legend, Voices of Fire - The Birds Dont Sing (Official Lyric Video) Clipse 2025-07-11 | Stream “The Birds Don’t Sing”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsLost in emotion, Mama’s youngestTryna navigate life without my compassSome experience death and feel numbnessBut not me, I felt it all and couldn’t functionSeeing you that dayTelling you my plans but I was leaving you that dayIt was in God’s handsYe was at Elon’s waiting to get wit’ meOn my way to Texas, that’s when Virginia hit meAnd I realized in that instantOur last conversation, you was against itTold you I was going to Turks for ThanksgivingI heard what I wanted to hear but didn’t listenYou said you told Gene that Bup needed forgivenessI see you went to DD’s and stuffed both her fridgesYou even told Dad you wish y’all never splittedSee you were checking boxesI was checking my mentionsSaying you were tired but not ready to goBasically was dying without letting me knowI love you met Nige, hate that he won’t remember youTwo things that break my heart is what November’s doAnd T follows you, now mind youDD calls you, Gene finds youWas that your vision?PrecisionWhile I’m reminiscingIt all hits different, Ma listenThe birds don’t sing (yeah)The birds don’t sing, they screech in pain (pain)The birds don’t sing (ooh)The birds don’t sing, they screech in pain (oh, they screech in pain)The birds don’t singThe birds don’t sing, they screech in painYour car was in the drivewayI knew you were homeBy the third knock a chill ran through my bonesThe way you missed Mama, I guess I shoulda knownChivalry ain’t dead, you ain’t let her go aloneFound you in the kitchen, scriptures in the denHalf written texts that you never got to sendCombing through your dresser drawer, where do I begin?Posting notes Bible quotes, were you preparing then?I can hear your voice now, I can feel your presenceAsking should I rap again, you gave me your blessingThe way you spelled it out, there’s an L in every lessonBoy, you owe it to the worldLet your mess become your messageShared you with my friends, the Pops they never hadYou lived for our fishing trips, damn, I had a dadMine taught discipline, mine taught structureMine didn’t mind when he had to pull a doubleMine worked overtime, smiled through the struggleCause mine wouldn’t let us feel what he had to sufferSee mine made sure he had every base coveredSo imagine his pain finding base in the cupboardBirds don’t sing if the words don’t stingYour last few words in my ear still ring (ohh)You told me that you loved me, it was all in your tone (oh, ooh)I love my two sons was the code to your phone, now you homeOhhThe birds don’t sing (no, they don’t)The birds don’t sing, they screech in pain (don’t the truth ruin it, now it feels different when theydoing it)Pain, painThe birds don’t sing (no, they don’t and they won’t)The birds don’t sing, they screech in pain (they don’t sing, they just screech in pain, it’s a cycle,they do that * over and over again)Pain(Ooh-ah)The birds don’t singThe birds don’t sing, they screech in pain(All the birds, they screech in pain)(Oohh-ah)The birds don’t sing(Yeah)The birds don’t sing, they screech in pain(Oh no, oh no, they don’t, no)Remember those who lost their mothers and fathersAnd make sure that every single moment that you have with themYou show them loveYou show them loveYou’ll see#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell #JohnLegend #VoicesOfFire
Clipse, Pharrell Williams, Pusha T, Malice - E.B.I.T.D.A. (Official Audio) Clipse 2025-07-11 | Stream “E.B.I.T.D.A.”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsI mean the ears like vitamin CI mean yellow like bright as a beeI mean the sun like bright as can beF80 knot you, tie it to meJust to get from A to B and ain’t drive it to seeThe Palais, the Eiffel, Army won’t turn the parades offGod bless TakeoffI said I want the Rolls Royce with the drapes offAnd it ain’t electric so it’s way offSend it backSending for the Gordo pies?Picked up the Turo and driveStraight up the 405The way that the boarders designedI’m feeling like the lord of the skiesArms like 2:45Hit ‘em, make sure that he diesThat text, won’t never replyThe Feds came and collected my guysThe rain pours and I’m hearing it criesWent from heaters up to fevers up* in the back, the seat is upNow I’m ten times the E.B.I.T.D.A.If you let the money talk, who speaking upI’m sleepwalking, y’all don’t dream enoughMy third passport, I ain’t seen enoughIf you can breathe up there, it ain’t steep enoughThe scale don’t lie, you ain’t even us(Yeah)Shorty want me hit her like an archerBut I’m not desperate, so I starve herHow we fit 30 studs in the collarOpen the sunroof, wave to my fatherRemembering the shipments at the Portsmouth HarborSomething for the face-numbers and the noddersGrew up playing real life Contra“Never give up,” that’s the mantraLifting all this weight, now I live behind the gateShould DJ the way they digging through the cratesYou * busting bricks on a plateI need more space to make pasteThe wrap houses running out of tapeThe drug money busting out the safesScammers running in and out of ChaseBottle service running out of AceWent from heaters up to fevers up* in the back, the seat is upNow I’m ten times the E.B.I.T.D.A.If you let the money talk, who speaking upI’m sleepwalking, y’all don’t dream enoughMy third passport, I ain’t seen enoughIf you can breathe up there, it ain’t steep enoughThe scale don’t lie, you ain’t even us#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell
Clipse, Pharrell Williams, Pusha T, Malice - By The Grace Of God (Official Lyric Video) Clipse 2025-07-11 | Stream “By The Grace of God”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsThe Devil’s tapping on shouldersHe’s tryna get to know yaThe right time to fold yaI’m losing saints and my soldiersIt’s all Lodi Dodi till you looking at the bodySmiles I’ll never see againNever be a “we” againCleaning out your closetThe one you kept your demons inHard for me to breathe againI’ma blame your head, not your heartTill we meet againEasily I coulda been one of themLocked up and never get to see the sun againBurning buildings, I kept running inThe allure every time I flew a hunnid inCodefendant cave in and lawyers couldn’t save himAll for the love of 580’s and a mixed * having ya babyI done dodged strays crazyMan, I think about this * dailyWhen the crew breaks apart, who takes the charge?You face the cards, I lace the squadWent from mason jars to crepe tartare’sEscape the odds by the Grace of GodI seen killers and kingpins sing behind the wallI watched many men die cause no one would make the callI’ve seen entire empires crumble and fallYes, I’ve seen it allThey missed this wallBy the Grace of GodAll the black cats I seenAll the black MAC’s I squeezedAll the black crows I dreamedEven the black cloud hoveringCouldn’t touch me in the bulletproof CullinanTears on my pillow caseWas I spitting in yo’ faceWhen you let me beat that case (ha)Some * see the money, can’t make it (can’t make it)Some * get the money, can’t take it (can’t take it)Gotta realize that they was naked (naked)Was I cooking death when I was baking (uh)Salt bae it, sprinkle it and sauté it (shhh)You don’t trust me then we all weigh itAnd it ain’t over till we all say itAnd you ain’t shooting *, them guns are archaicIn closing, I see I’m chosenAll my pressure points frozenYou know how it goesWhen the crew breaks apart, who takes the charge?You face the cards, I lace the squadWent from mason jars to crepe tartare’sEscape the odds by the Grace of GodI seen killers and kingpins sing behind the wallI watched many men die cause no one would make the callI’ve seen entire empires crumble and fallYes, I’ve seen it allThey missed this wall(Yeah)By the Grace of God#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell
Clipse, Kendrick Lamar, Pusha T, Malice - Chains & Whips (Official Lyric Video) Clipse 2025-07-11 | Stream “Chains & Whips”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsUncle said, "*, you must be sickAll you talk about is just getting rich"Choke my neck, *, and ice my *Beat the system wit’ chains and whips(This is culturally inappropriate)You run from the spirit of repossessionToo much enamel covers your necklaceI buy *, you buy ’em sectionsYou buy watches, I buy collectionsMisery's fueling your aggressionJealousy’s turned into obsessionReality TV is mud wrestlingSome signed checks, I know better thanBeware of my name, that there is delicateYou know I know where you're delicateCrush you to pieces, I’ll hum a breath of itI will close your heaven for the hell of itYou'd think it'd be valor amongst veteransI'm watching your fame escape relevanceWe all in the room, but here’s the elephantYou chasing a feature out of your elementAnd those lab diamonds under inspectionThe question marks block ya blessingsThere's no tombstones in the desertI know by now you get the messageUncle said, "*, you must be sickAll you talk about is just getting rich"Choke my neck, *, and ice my *Beat the system wit’ chains and whipsIt don't take much to put two and twoYour lucky streak is now losing youMoney's dried up like a cuticleYa gasping for air now, it's beautifulJohn 10:10, that’s my usualMamas is falling out in funeralsEmbalmed and bloat, they now viewing youThey never find the guns, but the sewers doBubbles was sick, he need medicineBrought him back to life, now he dead againRichard don’t make watches for presidentsJust a million trapped between skeletonsThis the darkest that I've ever beenThe diamonds make you taste peppermintYou ain’t thrive in the snow like it’s The RevenantAnd send orders back down and keep shovelingUncle said, "*, you must be sickAll you talk about is just getting rich"Choke my neck, *, and ice my *Beat the system wit’ chains and whipsYeah, when things get dark and your number get calledAnd you look side to side, like "What did they say?"And it ain't the Lord's voice and then you realize that the Devil is talking to youI’m not the candidate to vibe withI don’t * with the Kumbaya *All that talent must be godsentI send yo’ * back to the CosmicsThe things I’ve seen under my eyelidsKaleidoscope dreams, murder and sirensLet’s be clear, Hip-Hop died againHalf of my profits may go to RakimHow many Judas’s that let me downBut * it, the West mines, we right nowTherapy showed me how to open upIt also showed me I don’t give a *The two time Gemini with the genocideI’m generous, how ever you want itI’ll be the gentle kindGentlemen and gangstas connectThe agenda of mineMove * up outta hereThis * get gentrifiedHeavy genes like GenoveseI’ll drop your PentagonThen show up at your gender revealAnd tell ‘em gimme mineI son *, I am the generalWhere my gin and juice?Every song is the book of GenesisLet the sonics boom* want the tea on meWell, here’s the ginger rootI generate residuals, *Get off my genitalsThey say I couldn’t reach Gen ZYou * *You must be full of that ginsengHere comes the jinx, yeahThey genetics been synthetic screaming they geniusA finger wave, they all fall* is JengaGod gave me lightA good year, full of free willTrump card tell me not to spare your life(Mutha*a)Yeah, when things get dark and your number get calledAnd you look side to side, like "What did they say?"And it ain't the Lord's voice and then you realize that the Devil is talking to you#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell #KendrickLamar
Clipse, Pharrell Williams, Pusha T, Malice - So Far Ahead (Official Lyric Video) Clipse 2025-07-11 | Stream “So Far Ahead”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsThey don’t know what it is when I’m on itBut once they figure it out, I don’t want itSo far ahead, you * are behindBehindYou can’t see it from where you sitting (*)But this Ferrari leather with the matching stitching isSo far ahead (so far), you * are behindBehindSwerving through the lane, serving * caneStill ain’t never hit a potholeIf I was Brittney Griner, I’ma need ObamaOnly one to swap is ChapoFurthest from the streets, Monica, DeniseGood * * with Rocco’sPut ‘em in them cars, hanging out with starsNow it’s hard to tell they not *Your codefendant claim immunityIt was you and he, how’d you not knowUnless he leaving court in a Bentley SportJust to meet you on a yacht, thoughUnderstand the art of warAll my * draw, so we all PicassosMe just being me, respect to PnBI prolly never eat at Roscoe’sMillion ways to live, million ways to dieMillions stuffed in an autoMillion ways to wash it, million ways to stop itPray for me cause we not, thoughBest believe, I can whip a Christmas Eve with some work in a hot stoveThey done took it all, praying that he fallNo more questions ‘bout GestapoThey don’t know what it is when I’m on itBut once they figure it out, I don’t want itSo far ahead, you * are behindBehind* tried to sneeze at the blessing“How could I just leave?” was the questionWhistle blowers left me no choiceAin’t no referees up in HeavenNo mistaking me for the reverendUshering the money, my confessionHow your pastor whip a Rolls Royce?That was me pre 9/11Look at me post ArmageddonWalking with my dog, I am legendThe grass is greener on each sideI done been both Mason Betha’sI done been at both intersectionsI done pulled Ocean 11’sEven when the well ran dryI done raised quotes in the desertTried to hide the dope in the messageLike we did the coke in the LexusSame hands I used to whip workSee me turn ‘em both into blessingsAMG the spokes for the extrasOnly way to cope with the pressureWhen you feel you in too deepLet God take the wheel like a TeslaThey don’t know what it is when I’m on itBut once they figure it out, I don’t want itSo far ahead, you * are behindBehindYou can’t see it from where you sitting (*)But this Ferrari leather with the matching stitching isSo far ahead (so far), you * are behindBehind#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell
Clipse, Stove God Cooks, Pusha T, Malice - F.I.C.O. (Official Lyric Video) Clipse 2025-07-11 | Stream “F.I.C.O.”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsI remember late nights, pissy hallwaysDriving me psychoThe money wouldn’t come fast enoughWe was back and forth, down streamlineMoving weight was like lipoThe rest of y’all stuck in a rut* double crossing, talk behind ya backSee, that’s where the knife goI guess they wasn’t * wit’ usSome * get the luck of the drawFor others, life is a dice rollAnd waiting on faith ain’t for usWhen you young, you realize that you can’t trust a mouth where the pipe goThey tried but couldn’t love you enoughDance music on my neckWhere’s your water bottle?Diamonds, the light showLooking like the sun in the clubIf you re-ing up with us then your credit score gotta be F.I.C.O.I’m talkin’ 850 or bustSee you really real power when you make * balance on tight ropesThey know they not much for the bloodHave my man shoot ya blockI’ma send his * far as the flight goAin’t worried ‘bout ducking a judgeKeep frontin’ for ya *Cause any minute repo might showYou know that * up in a monthHeard your man was in there singing for his lifeThey was calling him maestroCause time that heavy can crushWhen you pay a * back, like it’s layaway, whispering “die slow”The last words you hear in the trunkYou don’t know what I knowYou ain’t seen what I saw, noYou ain’t been where I goWit’ a fetti so strong you gotta bag it wit’ one eye closedMy shooter turn you inside outI heard the Feds turned the crib inside outDrop the roof on you *, let the inside outFresh Prince jacket, boy, I cook ‘em till they inside outGo get a Glock, 27 fits snug in the waistlineBoth sticks came with the drumI was 5’6”, shoulder with a chipWish a * to take mineIndex yanked till it’s numbUsed to call me Windex ‘cause this thing I spray gon’ make you change mindsI done seen Hercules runWe was powerlifting 2.2’sNah, we ain’t throw gang signsMy brick walk was second to noneI would have them take a number like DMVThat was the baselineCheckout on register oneMiami * like Big Perm ‘cause they numbers was FaizonCubans showed me nothing but loveWhen it come down to it, every Stringer Bell just needs an AvonWho won’t sweep it under the rugOn the road, with a load, *, break lineI knew where to place mineI don’t keep the gun in the gloveHit the turnpike with the running lights that be on in the daytimeCause K9’s sniff out a crumbHands 3 and 9 on the wheel as I’m crossing the state lineDumb, ditty, dumb, ditty, dumbSurvival of the fittestYou either get acquitted or face timeI done had an infamous runMy story gon’ hit the first 48Then it’s on Dateline ‘cause this really * I’d doneYou don’t know what I knowYou ain’t seen what I saw, noYou ain’t been where I goWit’ a fetti so strong you gotta bag it wit’ one eye closedMy shooter turn you inside outI heard the Feds turned the crib inside outDrop the roof on you *, let the inside outFresh Prince jacket, boy, I cook ‘em till they inside out#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell #StoveGodCooks
Clipse, Pharrell Williams, Pusha T, Malice - E.B.I.T.D.A. (Official Lyric Video) Clipse 2025-07-11 | Stream “E.B.I.T.D.A.”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsI mean the ears like vitamin CI mean yellow like bright as a beeI mean the sun like bright as can beF80 knot you, tie it to meJust to get from A to B and ain’t drive it to seeThe Palais, the Eiffel, Army won’t turn the parades offGod bless TakeoffI said I want the Rolls Royce with the drapes offAnd it ain’t electric so it’s way offSend it backSending for the Gordo pies?Picked up the Turo and driveStraight up the 405The way that the boarders designedI’m feeling like the lord of the skiesArms like 2:45Hit ‘em, make sure that he diesThat text, won’t never replyThe Feds came and collected my guysThe rain pours and I’m hearing it criesWent from heaters up to fevers up* in the back, the seat is upNow I’m ten times the E.B.I.T.D.A.If you let the money talk, who speaking upI’m sleepwalking, y’all don’t dream enoughMy third passport, I ain’t seen enoughIf you can breathe up there, it ain’t steep enoughThe scale don’t lie, you ain’t even us(Yeah)Shorty want me hit her like an archerBut I’m not desperate, so I starve herHow we fit 30 studs in the collarOpen the sunroof, wave to my fatherRemembering the shipments at the Portsmouth HarborSomething for the face-numbers and the noddersGrew up playing real life Contra“Never give up,” that’s the mantraLifting all this weight, now I live behind the gateShould DJ the way they digging through the cratesYou * busting bricks on a plateI need more space to make pasteThe wrap houses running out of tapeThe drug money busting out the safesScammers running in and out of ChaseBottle service running out of AceWent from heaters up to fevers up* in the back, the seat is upNow I’m ten times the E.B.I.T.D.A.If you let the money talk, who speaking upI’m sleepwalking, y’all don’t dream enoughMy third passport, I ain’t seen enoughIf you can breathe up there, it ain’t steep enoughThe scale don’t lie, you ain’t even us#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell
Clipse, The-Dream, Pharrell Williams - All Things Considered (Official Lyric Video) Clipse 2025-07-11 | Stream “All Things Considered”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsHow I’m doing?All things consideredLet’s be specificMy mama cheek, I miss itI wanna kiss itNige asking for siblingsI know he meant itV miscarried, we hid itI’m glad he missed itHunnid thousand a “maybe”You stick wit’ it(Again, again)Preorder the strollersOur face in it(Again, again)I pays for my stork wit’ the baby in itIf the sky’s not your limit, you’ll never get itTurn * statistics, I’m so sadisticSo religious, that’s so MaliciousNo division, still snow magiciansBlitzing * for riches like fourth and inchesPay attention and listen, the snake’s hissin’* is writing’ statements and say they didn’tDream of taking you down, the hate hittin’Wanna show you around but they J Prince’ingRichard’s replace all the Pasha’sDior slides made of iguanaStuff the walls for tomorrow* I look like tryna borrowBlow a budget like * itWe gon’ tuck it till it all falls downWhen this chess game is played smarterSwear this life is so awesomeAll things considered, I been forgivenI done packed the blizzard in Honda Civic’sTook fatherless women and showed ‘em livingLeft Mama the children, it take a villageWritings was on the wall, like hieroglyphicsMy circle split up the pie, that’s long divisionWhen Jada was asking “Why?”I saw the visionMy homies that didn’t die was all in prisonVisits behind the glass, my mirror imageSkin is blemishedNames was mentionedExplains the sentenceThe pain is endlessIdentifying the body, it takes forensicsGuns, CzechoslovakianIt starts and ends itThe only sin left is to flirt with vengeanceMade my exit just to make my entranceRevolving door, maybe I can make a differenceRichard’s replace all the Pasha’sDior slides made of iguanaStuff the walls for tomorrow* I look like tryna borrowBlow a budget like * itWe gon’ tuck it till it all falls downWhen this chess game is played smarterSwear this life is so awesomeLife or death are simple formalitiesAin’t no way around itYou can poison the world and technicalitiesAin’t no way around itIt’s genocide when pawns read the headlinesThe kingdom of truth can never outlive a lieThey’ll come for your king but the throne survivesUnleash the queenTake ‘em dead or alivePyro, pyrexI see, irisViolins of violenceEither way it was worth the suspenseI've considered all things#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell
Clipse, Pharrell Williams, Pusha T, Malice - So Far Ahead (Official Audio) Clipse 2025-07-11 | Stream “So Far Ahead”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsThey don’t know what it is when I’m on itBut once they figure it out, I don’t want itSo far ahead, you * are behindBehindYou can’t see it from where you sitting (*)But this Ferrari leather with the matching stitching isSo far ahead (so far), you * are behindBehindSwerving through the lane, serving * caneStill ain’t never hit a potholeIf I was Brittney Griner, I’ma need ObamaOnly one to swap is ChapoFurthest from the streets, Monica, DeniseGood * * with Rocco’sPut ‘em in them cars, hanging out with starsNow it’s hard to tell they not *Your codefendant claim immunityIt was you and he, how’d you not knowUnless he leaving court in a Bentley SportJust to meet you on a yacht, thoughUnderstand the art of warAll my * draw, so we all PicassosMe just being me, respect to PnBI prolly never eat at Roscoe’sMillion ways to live, million ways to dieMillions stuffed in an autoMillion ways to wash it, million ways to stop itPray for me cause we not, thoughBest believe, I can whip a Christmas Eve with some work in a hot stoveThey done took it all, praying that he fallNo more questions ‘bout GestapoThey don’t know what it is when I’m on itBut once they figure it out, I don’t want itSo far ahead, you * are behindBehind* tried to sneeze at the blessing“How could I just leave?” was the questionWhistle blowers left me no choiceAin’t no referees up in HeavenNo mistaking me for the reverendUshering the money, my confessionHow your pastor whip a Rolls Royce?That was me pre 9/11Look at me post ArmageddonWalking with my dog, I am legendThe grass is greener on each sideI done been both Mason Betha’sI done been at both intersectionsI done pulled Ocean 11’sEven when the well ran dryI done raised quotes in the desertTried to hide the dope in the messageLike we did the coke in the LexusSame hands I used to whip workSee me turn ‘em both into blessingsAMG the spokes for the extrasOnly way to cope with the pressureWhen you feel you in too deepLet God take the wheel like a TeslaThey don’t know what it is when I’m on itBut once they figure it out, I don’t want itSo far ahead, you * are behindBehindYou can’t see it from where you sitting (*)But this Ferrari leather with the matching stitching isSo far ahead (so far), you * are behindBehind#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell
Clipse, Tyler, The Creator, Pusha T, Malice - P.O.V. (Official Lyric Video) Clipse 2025-07-11 | Stream “P.O.V.”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsP.O.V., kilos in my MaybachTake Amtrak down south then she flies backMy connect has ponytails tied backI just hit 6 mil behind TyvekThey content create, I despise thatI create content then they tries thatRun these jewels, there’s rulesI don’t buy backI’ve topped all these listsWhere’s my prize at?All I see is 60 day stars and 20 year thousandairesNot enough shoppin’, whole lot of browsingairesMy reinvention, I know you thinkin’ how’s it fairYou stream kings but you never fit a crowd in thereSupreme team, parallels when the powder clearsI seen things that I’m still not even proud to shareYou Zeus network *, you hear me loud and clearGet these fifty five hundred a hosting * out of hereSand color Rolls Royce, we like Saudis hereThe only Audi here is driven by my au pairGhostface with the wrist, bird falconaireWilly Falcon, trunk full of talcum hereShotgun wit’ ya ex, feels like Malcolm’s nearSend a hit though a text, ain’t no shoutin’ hereBypass M.I.A., too much crowd in thereI spent summers wit’ connects, love that mountain airP.O.V., kilos in my MaybachTake Amtrak down south then she flies backMy connect has ponytails tied backI just hit 6 mil behind TyvekThey content create, I despise thatI create content then they tries thatRun these jewels, there’s rulesI don’t buy backI’ve topped all these listsWhere’s my prize at?Yeah, OKCall me Mr. Brella how I weather the stormF40, 3 milly, I peel off like an orangeI got deaf and blind * trying to see what it doLittle feature, * threaten to sue meTell your lawyer to set the feeLaFerrari doors open up like its therapyThat number ain’t bread to meThat million is crumbsYou * is bumsI’m not a tough guyI’m a Flower Boy, them bees get you stungOh, nah, nah, nahYeah, they will buzz for meyou tricky * puzzle meI could never buy a * a Birkin cause she * meI got homes I ain’t sleep in, the optionsMy * Push keep dirty white moving like mosh pitsThey watchingI’m like white * the way I pop *I need God to play the lead in my biopicThe curse of the zerosWhen you become the Devil or the tap dancing negroI came to terms that I’ma probably outgrow my heroesCome get with meP.O.V., kilos in my MaybachTake Amtrak down south then she flies backMy connect has ponytails tied backI just hit 6 mil behind TyvekThey content create, I despise thatI create content then they tries thatRun these jewels, there’s rulesI don’t buy backI’ve topped all these listsWhere’s my prize at?If they had to weigh the operation, call it obeseI mix it like Mahomes, then I tell ‘em go deepThe rag top drop, playin’ hide and go seekThe Bentley leather match the piping, that’s the MotifJust to think I built a rap career off an oz.I’m watchin’ new * rap just to O.D.If I didn’t give you both sides, I wouldn’t be meI was the only one to walk away and really be freeAs far as I’m concerned, I do really be heI can open up my closet with a skeleton keyIf I lie to myself, I can sell it to meI done sung along with rappers I never believedCame back for the money, that’s the Devil in meHad to hide it from the church, that’s the Jekyll in meI never thought twice what pressure would beCause * chains look just like oppression to meP.O.V., kilos in my MaybachTake Amtrak down south then she flies backMy connect has ponytails tied backI just hit 6 mil behind TyvekThey content create, I despise thatI create content then they tries thatRun these jewels, there’s rulesI don’t buy backI’ve topped all these listsWhere’s my prize at?#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell #TylerTheCreator
Clipse, John Legend, Voices of Fire - The Birds Dont Sing (Official Audio) Clipse 2025-07-11 | Stream “The Birds Don’t Sing”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsLost in emotion, Mama’s youngestTryna navigate life without my compassSome experience death and feel numbnessBut not me, I felt it all and couldn’t functionSeeing you that dayTelling you my plans but I was leaving you that dayIt was in God’s handsYe was at Elon’s waiting to get wit’ meOn my way to Texas, that’s when Virginia hit meAnd I realized in that instantOur last conversation, you was against itTold you I was going to Turks for ThanksgivingI heard what I wanted to hear but didn’t listenYou said you told Gene that Bup needed forgivenessI see you went to DD’s and stuffed both her fridgesYou even told Dad you wish y’all never splittedSee you were checking boxesI was checking my mentionsSaying you were tired but not ready to goBasically was dying without letting me knowI love you met Nige, hate that he won’t remember youTwo things that break my heart is what November’s doAnd T follows you, now mind youDD calls you, Gene finds youWas that your vision?PrecisionWhile I’m reminiscingIt all hits different, Ma listenThe birds don’t sing (yeah)The birds don’t sing, they screech in pain (pain)The birds don’t sing (ooh)The birds don’t sing, they screech in pain (oh, they screech in pain)The birds don’t singThe birds don’t sing, they screech in painYour car was in the drivewayI knew you were homeBy the third knock a chill ran through my bonesThe way you missed Mama, I guess I shoulda knownChivalry ain’t dead, you ain’t let her go aloneFound you in the kitchen, scriptures in the denHalf written texts that you never got to sendCombing through your dresser drawer, where do I begin?Posting notes Bible quotes, were you preparing then?I can hear your voice now, I can feel your presenceAsking should I rap again, you gave me your blessingThe way you spelled it out, there’s an L in every lessonBoy, you owe it to the worldLet your mess become your messageShared you with my friends, the Pops they never hadYou lived for our fishing trips, damn, I had a dadMine taught discipline, mine taught structureMine didn’t mind when he had to pull a doubleMine worked overtime, smiled through the struggleCause mine wouldn’t let us feel what he had to sufferSee mine made sure he had every base coveredSo imagine his pain finding base in the cupboardBirds don’t sing if the words don’t stingYour last few words in my ear still ring (ohh)You told me that you loved me, it was all in your tone (oh, ooh)I love my two sons was the code to your phone, now you homeOhhThe birds don’t sing (no, they don’t)The birds don’t sing, they screech in pain (don’t the truth ruin it, now it feels different when theydoing it)Pain, painThe birds don’t sing (no, they don’t and they won’t)The birds don’t sing, they screech in pain (they don’t sing, they just screech in pain, it’s a cycle,they do that * over and over again)Pain(Ooh-ah)The birds don’t singThe birds don’t sing, they screech in pain(All the birds, they screech in pain)(Oohh-ah)The birds don’t sing(Yeah)The birds don’t sing, they screech in pain(Oh no, oh no, they don’t, no)Remember those who lost their mothers and fathersAnd make sure that every single moment that you have with themYou show them loveYou show them loveYou’ll see#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell #JohnLegend #VoicesOfFire
Clipse, The-Dream, Pharrell Williams - All Things Considered (Official Audio) Clipse 2025-07-11 | Stream “All Things Considered”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsHow I’m doing?All things consideredLet’s be specificMy mama cheek, I miss itI wanna kiss itNige asking for siblingsI know he meant itV miscarried, we hid itI’m glad he missed itHunnid thousand a “maybe”You stick wit’ it(Again, again)Preorder the strollersOur face in it(Again, again)I pays for my stork wit’ the baby in itIf the sky’s not your limit, you’ll never get itTurn * statistics, I’m so sadisticSo religious, that’s so MaliciousNo division, still snow magiciansBlitzing * for riches like fourth and inchesPay attention and listen, the snake’s hissin’* is writing’ statements and say they didn’tDream of taking you down, the hate hittin’Wanna show you around but they J Prince’ingRichard’s replace all the Pasha’sDior slides made of iguanaStuff the walls for tomorrow* I look like tryna borrowBlow a budget like * itWe gon’ tuck it till it all falls downWhen this chess game is played smarterSwear this life is so awesomeAll things considered, I been forgivenI done packed the blizzard in Honda Civic’sTook fatherless women and showed ‘em livingLeft Mama the children, it take a villageWritings was on the wall, like hieroglyphicsMy circle split up the pie, that’s long divisionWhen Jada was asking “Why?”I saw the visionMy homies that didn’t die was all in prisonVisits behind the glass, my mirror imageSkin is blemishedNames was mentionedExplains the sentenceThe pain is endlessIdentifying the body, it takes forensicsGuns, CzechoslovakianIt starts and ends itThe only sin left is to flirt with vengeanceMade my exit just to make my entranceRevolving door, maybe I can make a differenceRichard’s replace all the Pasha’sDior slides made of iguanaStuff the walls for tomorrow* I look like tryna borrowBlow a budget like * itWe gon’ tuck it till it all falls downWhen this chess game is played smarterSwear this life is so awesomeLife or death are simple formalitiesAin’t no way around itYou can poison the world and technicalitiesAin’t no way around itIt’s genocide when pawns read the headlinesThe kingdom of truth can never outlive a lieThey’ll come for your king but the throne survivesUnleash the queenTake ‘em dead or alivePyro, pyrexI see, irisViolins of violenceEither way it was worth the suspenseI've considered all things#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell
Clipse, Ab-Liva, Pusha T, Malice - Inglorious Bastards (Official Lyric Video) Clipse 2025-07-11 | Stream “Inglorious Bastards”: ffm.to/letgodsortemoutNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' Out NowVinyl / CD / Cassette / Merch: letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsWhen we are together, we got powerWe have shifted from having a seizureAbout what the man got, to seizing what we needBurn, baby, burn!Catch me in the kitchen where the dope isWith an apron that’s whiter than the Pope’s is(This is culturally inappropriate)Spread distribution, wide openNow all the smokers call him MosesHeron browner than baby roachesGot your * bent over like scoliosisWatching Tiafoe with the OpenThat’s the only back and forth that I’m postingWe really netted what we grossingBy the way, I’m writin’ this on an ocean(This is culturally inappropriate)By the way, this anchor’s really frozenBy the way, the sinkers being loadedCause by the way, this thinker’s really chosenHead halo’ingSeated in a late foreignName a * who ain’t goingTwo tone with the Royce rolling(This is culturally inappropriate)Just a glimpse what the boy holdingKnocking over all you toy soldiersOne plus four acres, no neighborsI remember the days of no cable(This is culturally inappropriate)Colombian stallions in a stableWith natural titties and no navelsOnly work getting done is on the tableDeath to skimmers and shaversI’m allergic to anything other than money behaviorInglorious, victoriousWide body, B.I.G. like NotoriousTell me is we trafficking or trickin’Somebody gotta show me the differenceStand on every word whenever I wrote *Under my boots, *, nothin’ but goat *(This is culturally inappropriate)I was fine getting rich under their nosesToday, a * celebrate to ya and post itSaltwater tears, cooked with sodiumMcLaren hypercar, no petroleumBack then, hid work under linoleumThat thinking got me standing on this podiumChop the roof off, * this coupe talkA Virginia * driving in New York(This is culturally inappropriate)State trap duckingMy tints was too darkThe money’s in a trailer car* what you thoughtBeen playin’ in the snow like RudolphIn that 2 door, roof helping me cool offChains on me like Slick Rick the RulerSeats white but the 6 blacker than Umar* trying to stop my play, Parisian nightsPrivate rooms at Bar des Prés, the seasons rightLou Vuitton, hug my armsScribbled in red, blood diamonds flood my charm(This is culturally inappropriate)The chauffeurs are madeFlights are charteredThe villas in the hills are pavedBlood is spilled, ring finger, names engravedShirts are silk, the yacht life, flags are wavedInglorious, victoriousWide body, B.I.G. like Notorious(This is culturally inappropriate)Tell me is we trafficking or trickin’Somebody gotta show me the difference#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell #AbLiva
Clipse - So Be It (Official Music Video) Clipse 2025-06-17 | New Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' July 11Pre-Order Now - letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipseTikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyrics16,000 square8 million up there, 2 million down hereWhen I was born, Grandmama could see itI be Bentley driven and very strategicR.M. sleeve, no diamonds are neededFloors are heated, so be it, so be itF****** wit’ P, get something immediateYour soul don’t like your body, we help you free itThen we wait for TMZ to leak itIt ain’t no secret, so be it, so be itSmokeSo be it, so be itSmokeSo be itC-L-I-P-S-E, epi8 ball, LVI can show you how to bust a brick if you let meI monogram like confettiSwitches readyShe leaning on Celine cause she ain’t stepping in GiuseppeCatch a buck 50 like each PirelliI got 8 of ‘em, call me AndrettiIf I’m not in the telly selling the yetiThen I’m twirling your b**** like she in spaghettiHeavy, circle back and come and get this KellyAnd your ears too if you want ‘em blue like BellyLotta jetting, Prada bedding911’s, I’m the who’s who with what’s whatPapa heavenF*** around and get your body traced tryna test meCause n***** that I’m wit’ like to draw when it’s sketchyIf they catch me, don’t forget meResurrect meBuy a dog tag the same place that they baguette meSkiSmokeSo be it, so be itSmokeSo be it, So be itYou ain’t solidAin’t valid, you ain’t MaliceBeen quietAin’t riot, you ain’t ParisBlow money, you owe moneyWe ain’t balancedYou ain’t believe, God didYou ain’t KhaledAll blackBack to back, this ain’t trafficCan’t wrap your head ‘round thatYou ain’t ArabY’all tweet, bird talkWe all parrotsLone star, cross the boarderWe like Dallas21 gun saluteWe been savageTag ‘em up, add ‘em upThem n***** averageFly ‘em in, fly ‘em outOnly the baddestIf I had her then you had her, she never matteredWish upon the stars on my roofThey all scatteredAin’t no more Neptunes so P’s SaturnOff the first ski up, they re-upIt’s a patternLike middle men they killing themYou know what happenedSkiSmokeSo be it, so be itSmokeSo be itYou cried in front of meYou died in front of meCalabasas took your b**** and your pride in front of meHeard Utopia had moved right up the streetAnd her lip gloss was poppin’, she ain’t need you to eatThe net gon’ call it the way that they see itBut I got the video, I can share and A.E. itThey wouldn’t believe it but I can’t unsee itLucky I ain’t TMZ itSo be it, so be itSmokeSo be it, so be itSmokeSo be it, So be it#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell
Clipse, Pusha T, Malice - Ace Trumpets (Official Lyric Video) Clipse 2025-06-04 | New Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' July 11Pre-Order Now - letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipse/#TikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsBallerinas, doing pirouettes inside of my snow globeShopping sprees in SohoYou had to see itStrippers shaking a** and watching the dough blowAce trumpets and rose mo’sYellow diamonds look like pee-peeB****** fly from DC on my private to WaikikiThree peatN***** is my sons and that’s on repeatSins of the father so I call you little meechiesIt's easyHow could you and me beEver seen as peersCan’t compare, you just c-cDon’t you know these clears in my ears only VV’sPlay musical chairsFred Astaires through these GTsToo much wear and tear on your b**** she couldn’t please meWhite glove service with brick I am LuigiSold ecstasy and disappeared I am HoudiniLook at themHim and himStill waiting on YeezyI hope you got your squeegeesAt your interviews I just ki-kiLifes peachyASAP with Rih-RihYou rappers all beneath meBeloved like the Bee GeesInternational flights connect me to the wifiThe only way you reach meBallerinas, doing pirouettes inside of my snow globeShopping sprees in SohoYou had to see itStrippers shaking a** and watching the dough blowAce trumpets and rose mo’sPenne alla vodkaPanama fishing villageVisiting with PapaWith choppasAll of you impostaSimply just Ferrari window shoppersThe one that I just saw it look like it was built by NasaOver half a mil we call focacciaReaching for akashaNever leaving home without my piece like I’m MahatmaFrom the tribe of Judah, I’m MufasaNever turn the other cheekYou’ll die at the oscarsPersona - non - grataMi casa su casaDrugs killed my teen spiritWelcome to NirvanaYou was Fu-Gee-La-LaI was AlibabaDressed in house of GucciMade from selling Lady GagaHakuna MatataIsland wearing tie-dyeUmbrella in my Rolls match the one that’s in this mai-taiListen, you are not ICross t’s, dot i’sI done disappeared and reappeared without a voilaBallerinas, doing pirouettes inside of my snow globeShopping sprees in SohoYou had to see itStrippers shaking a** and watching the dough blowAce trumpets and rose mo’s#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell
Clipse, Pusha T, Malice - Ace Trumpets (Official Audio) Clipse 2025-05-30 | Stream Ace Trumpets - ffm.to/acetrumpetsNew Album 'Let God Sort Em Out' July 11Pre-Order Now - letgodsortemout.comFollow ClipseInstagram: instagram.com/clipse TikTok: tiktok.com/@clipseofficialTwitter: https://x.com/clipseLyricsBallerinas, doing pirouettes inside of my snow globeShopping sprees in SohoYou had to see itStrippers shaking a** and watching the dough blowAce trumpets and rose mo’sYellow diamonds look like pee-peeB****** fly from DC on my private to WaikikiThree peatN***** is my sons and that’s on repeatSins of the father so I call you little meechiesIt's easyHow could you and me beEver seen as peersCan’t compare, you just c-cDon’t you know these clears in my ears only VV’sPlay musical chairsFred Astaires through these GTsToo much wear and tear on your b**** she couldn’t please meWhite glove service with brick I am LuigiSold ecstasy and disappeared I am HoudiniLook at themHim and himStill waiting on YeezyI hope you got your squeegeesAt your interviews I just ki-kiLifes peachyASAP with Rih-RihYou rappers all beneath meBeloved like the Bee GeesInternational flights connect me to the wifiThe only way you reach meBallerinas, doing pirouettes inside of my snow globeShopping sprees in SohoYou had to see itStrippers shaking a** and watching the dough blowAce trumpets and rose mo’sPenne alla vodkaPanama fishing villageVisiting with PapaWith choppasAll of you impostaSimply just Ferrari window shoppersThe one that I just saw it look like it was built by NasaOver half a mil we call focacciaReaching for akashaNever leaving home without my piece like I’m MahatmaFrom the tribe of Judah, I’m MufasaNever turn the other cheekYou’ll die at the oscarsPersona - non - grataMi casa su casaDrugs killed my teen spiritWelcome to NirvanaYou was Fu-Gee-La-LaI was AlibabaDressed in house of GucciMade from selling Lady GagaHakuna MatataIsland wearing tie-dyeUmbrella in my Rolls match the one that’s in this mai-taiListen, you are not ICross t’s, dot i’sI done disappeared and reappeared without a voilaBallerinas, doing pirouettes inside of my snow globeShopping sprees in SohoYou had to see itStrippers shaking a** and watching the dough blowAce trumpets and rose mo’s#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell
Clipse - Ma, I Dont Love Her (Video) ft. Faith Evans Clipse 2018-01-10 | Music video by Clipse performing Ma, I Don't Love Her (Video). (C) 2002 Arista Records, Inc.http://vevo.ly/co1cm1
Clipse - Grindin (Official HD Video) Clipse 2013-07-31 | Official HD music video for "Grindin'" by Clipse featuring Pharrell WilliamsListen to Clipse:https://Clipse.lnk.to/listenYDWatch more videos by Clipse:https://Clipse.lnk.to/listenYD/youtubeFollow Pharrell:Facebook: https://PharrellWilliams.lnk.to/followFIInstagram: https://PharrellWilliams.lnk.to/followIITwitter: https://PharrellWilliams.lnk.to/followTIWebsite: https://PharrellWilliams.lnk.to/followWISpotify: https://PharrellWilliams.lnk.to/followSIYouTube: https://PharrellWilliams.lnk.to/subscribeYD#Grindin #Clipse #OfficialHDVideo #HD #RemasteredLyrics:(Ahh)Grindin' (Ahh)Grindin' (Ahh)Grindin' (Ahh)Grindin' (Ahh)Grindin' (Ahh)Huh-huh
Clipse - When The Last Time (Video) Clipse 2013-05-03 | Clipse's official music video for 'Grindin''. Click to listen to Clipse on Spotify: http://smarturl.it/CLSpot?IQid=CLWTLTAs featured on Lord Willin'. Click to buy the track or album via iTunes: http://smarturl.it/CLLWiTunes?IQid=CLWTLTGoogle Play: http://smarturl.it/CLWTLTPlay?IQid=CLWTLTAmazon: http://smarturl.it/CLLWAm?IQid=CLWTLTMore From ClipseHot Damn: youtu.be/vRMQExIxwssWhen The Last Time: youtu.be/d6VuYsNpYg8Mr. Me Too: youtu.be/TdJjqApa3e0More great Classic Hip Hop Videos here: http://smarturl.it/CHHPlaylist?IQid=CLWTLTSubscribe to Clipse on YouTube: http://smarturl.it/CLPSub?IQid=CLWTLT---------Lyrics: From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yardI sell it whip on whip, it's off the hardI'm the...neighborhood pushaCall me subwoofer, 'cause I pump base like that, JackOn or off the track, I'm heavy cuzBall 'til you fall cause you could duck to the fetti govsSorry my love, what I'm seeing through these eyesBiz convoys with the wagon on the sideOnly big boys keep deuces on the rideGucci Chuck Taylor with the dragon on the sideMan, I make a buck, why scram?I'm trying to show y'all who the fuck I amThe jewels is flirting me, damned if I'm hurtingLegend in two games like I'm Pee Wee KirklandPlatinum on the block with consistent hitsWhile Pharrell keep talking this music shit......Grindin'! (Ahhh)......Grindin'! (Ahhh)Grindin'! (Ahhh)Grindin'! (Ahhh)Grindin'! (Ahhh)...(Hu-huuh...)
Clipse - Hot Damn (Video) ft. Ab-Liva, Pharrell, Rosco P. Coldchain Clipse 2013-05-03 | Clipse's official music video for 'Hot Damn' ft. Ab-Liva, Pharrell & Rosco P. Coldchain. Click to listen to Clipse on Spotify: http://smarturl.it/ClipseSpotify?IQid=ClipseHDAs featured on The Neptunes Present...Clones. Click to buy the track or album via iTunes: http://smarturl.it/ClipseHDiTunes?IQid=ClipseHDGoogle Play: http://smarturl.it/ClipseHDplay?IQid=ClipseHDAmazon: http://smarturl.it/ClipseHDAmz?IQid=ClipseHDMore from ClipseGrindin': youtu.be/TjWAWcx4xdEMr Me Too: youtu.be/TdJjqApa3e0I'm Good: youtu.be/-WElkxS2LkIFollow ClipseFacebook: facebook.com/ClipseTwitter: twitter.com/theclipseSubscribe to Clipse on YouTube: http://smarturl.it/ClipseSub?IQid=ClipseHDMore great Classic RNB videos here: http://smarturl.it/ClassicRNB?IQid=ClipseHD---------Lyrics:Hot damnIt's a new day!Hot damnBut them boys want the money man)HooooouuuuuuHooooouuuuuuHooooouuuuuuWhat you say, what you sayHot damn!
Clipse - Popular Demand (Popeyes) (Clean Version) ft. CamRon Clipse 2010-09-27 | Music video by Clipse performing Popular Demand (Popeyes). (C) 2009 Sony Music Entertainment
Clipse - Popular Demand (Popeyes) (featuring Camron) Clipse 2009-11-18 | Clipse's official music video for 'Popular Demand (Popeyes)'. Click to listen to Clipse on Spotify: http://smarturl.it/CLSpot?IQid=CLPDAs featured on Till The Casket Drops. Click to buy the track or album via iTunes: http://smarturl.it/CLCDiTunes?IQid=CLPDGoogle Play: http://smarturl.it/CLPDPlay?IQid=CLPDAmazon: http://smarturl.it/CLCDAm?IQid=CLPDMore From ClipseHot Damn: youtu.be/vRMQExIxwssWhen The Last Time: youtu.be/d6VuYsNpYg8Mr. Me Too: youtu.be/TdJjqApa3e0More great Classic Hip Hop Videos here: http://smarturl.it/CHHPlaylist?IQid=CLPDSubscribe to Clipse on YouTube: http://smarturl.it/CLPSub?IQid=CLPD---------Lyrics: Yeah! Mami you miss me don't you?Haters wish you? could hit me don't you?Heh, you should call me uncleI understand I'm back by popular demannndThat new C-L flyOutside of Popeyes eating chicken and friesYeah come holla at ya uncleI understand I'm back by popular demandYou are now listening to The All-Time PhenomenalUsed to bag work in V.A. at the Econo Lo'Now I'm laying out at the Delano thoughBut don't get it twis-ted the Uzi's in the lining thoughHollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like pirahnas thoughSuch a scary thing to hear the soul sing GeronimoPull up in the C-L the shit's astronomicalHoes lining up on the curb they fall like dominosUsed to have this white bitch she looked like Madonna thoughHeard that she fucking LeBron, but shit I don't knowLike that Bron-Bron? I had that long time agoButt-naked on the balcony at the Dolla-noI mean the Delano I mean Pharrell'll knowThe hair shop bitch from D.C. hey P let 'em know!(Yeah that bitch was hot..)Yeah yeah but it was time to goThem hoes come in eeenie, meenie, miny-moe!
Clipse - Mr. Me Too (Main Version - Semi-Clean) ft. Pharrell Williams Clipse 2009-10-03 | Official HD music video for "Mr. Me Too" by Clipse featuring Pharrell Williams Listen to Clipse:https://Clipse.lnk.to/listenYD Watch more videos by Clipse:https://Clipse.lnk.to/listenYD/youtube Follow Pharrell: Facebook: https://PharrellWilliams.lnk.to/followFI Instagram: https://PharrellWilliams.lnk.to/followII Twitter: https://PharrellWilliams.lnk.to/followTI Website: https://PharrellWilliams.lnk.to/followWI Spotify: https://PharrellWilliams.lnk.to/followSI YouTube: https://PharrellWilliams.lnk.to/subscribeYD #MrMeToo #Clipse #PharrellWilliams #OfficialHDVideo #HD #Remastered Lyrics: Niggas just hate us, I'm doing deals like the majors Ice Cream Sneakers, I signed my first skater So you can pay three and buy yourself some bapestas Bulletproof on the T-shirts because they hate us I know, I know, yep yeah, you too Okay we get it, yep yeah you too I know, I know, yep yeah, you too Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too I know, I know, yep yeah, you too Okay we get it, yep yeah you too I know, I know, yep yeah, you too Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too
Clipse - Kinda Like A Big Deal (Clean) ft. Kanye West Clipse 2009-10-03 | Music video by Clipse featuring Kanye West performing Kinda Like A Big Deal. (C) 2009 Sony Music Entertainment
