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No Such Thing (feat. Clipse)

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In the more than 15 years since the last Clipse album hit the shelves of record stores, the music world has been upended several times over. “You see great rappers all the time,” Pusha-T says, before contrasting he and his older brother Malice with those who are not truly of the culture. “But there&#39;s something a little off about it.” Let God Sort ‘Em Out has no such problems. Over 13 taut, kinetic beats from longtime collaborator Pharrell, Pusha and Malice exorcise demons and catalog areas of personal growth—without ever sacrificing the menace and minimalism that made them legends of the genre. It is a master class in maturing without abandoning one’s core identity, but rather deepening it, making it more three-dimensional. “The fact that it has remained viable for so long has allowed me to say, ‘Hey, this must be meant to be,’” Malice says. Let God Sort ‘Em Out is an instantly unforgettable contribution to the duo’s catalog, and to hip-hop writ large, filled with the type of razor-toothed exercises that made Clipse icons in the first place. Take the taunting “Inglorious Bastards” or “Marie Kondo,” which scoffs at “60-day stars and 20-year thousandaires.” The beats, which Pusha describes as “polarizing,” are urgent, technicolor, and hold plenty of space for the vocal to become the track’s most important instrument. The need to be authentic is paramount, but it’s also natural to these two. Perhaps Malice puts it most clearly: “Nothing else works for us.”

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'Let God Sort Em Out' is the fourth studio album dropped on 7.11.2025 by hip-hop duo and brothers Pusha T and Malice. With features from Pharrell Williams, Nas, Kendrick Lamar and so many more. 










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tracklist: 
1. the birds don't sing ft. john legend & voices of fire
2. chains & whips ft. kendrick lamar 
3. p.o.v ft. tyler, the creator 
4. so be it
5. ace trumpets 
6. all things considered ft. the-dream & pharrell williams 
7. m.t.b.t.t.f 
8. e.b.i.t.d.a ft. pharrell williams 
9. f.i.c.o. ft. stove god cooks 
10. inglorious bastards ft. ab-liva
11. so far ahead ft. pharrell williams
12. let got sort em out/chandeliers ft. nas
13. by the grace of god ft. pharrel williams

Pusha T & Malice & Clipse 'Let God Sort Em Out' Album

Clipse 'Let God Sort Em Out' Album

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Play Hard

All Of That.

The Future

Above The Rim

Eso Es

Lost Ones

Microphone Check

Rock The Party

Over The Top

Turned Up!

.In The Zone!.

Video Premieres: Hip-Hop.

Video Premieres: Hip-Hop

Yeezy!.

Yeezy!

Heineken Red Star Access & Kanye West

Blowing Up!

Class Is In Session

The Hit Club

The New Regime

Writer's Block

On Your Radar

Highly Anticipated

Luxury Rap

Work Out.

Well Respected

DETECTED: Big Sean

We Major .

Boombastic

Loud Pockets

Ear To The Streets.

Go Getters!

Go Getters.

Pot Of Gold

Light It Up.

Make Some Noise

Licensed to Ill

Pump Up The Volume.

VEVO Presents: G.O.O.D. Music

Hustle Hard

2Pacalypse Now

And You Don't Stop

Bass Down Low

BET Nominees 2011

We Make Hitz!

The Return of Forever

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Lyrics
I remember late nights, pissy hallways
Driving me psycho
The money wouldn’t come fast enough
We was back and forth, down streamline
Moving weight was like lipo
The rest of y’all stuck in a rut
double crossing, talk behind ya back
See, that’s where the knife go
I guess they wasn’t * wit’ us
Some * get the luck of the draw
For others, life is a dice roll
And waiting on faith ain’t for us
When you young, you realize that you can’t trust a mouth where the pipe go
They tried but couldn’t love you enough
Dance music on my neck
Where’s your water bottle?
Diamonds, the light show
Looking like the sun in the club
If you re-ing up with us then your credit score gotta be F.I.C.O.
I’m talkin’ 850 or bust
See you really real power when you make * balance on tight ropes
They know they not much for the blood
Have my man shoot ya block
I’ma send his * far as the flight go
Ain’t worried ‘bout ducking a judge
Keep frontin’ for ya *
Cause any minute repo might show
You know that * up in a month
Heard your man was in there singing for his life
They was calling him maestro
Cause time that heavy can crush
When you pay a * back, like it’s layaway, whispering “die slow”
The last words you hear in the trunk

You don’t know what I know
You ain’t seen what I saw, no
You ain’t been where I go
Wit’ a fetti so strong you gotta bag it wit’ one eye closed
My shooter turn you inside out
I heard the Feds turned the crib inside out
Drop the roof on you *, let the inside out
Fresh Prince jacket, boy, I cook ‘em till they inside out

Go get a Glock, 27 fits snug in the waistline
Both sticks came with the drum
I was 5’6”, shoulder with a chip
Wish a * to take mine
Index yanked till it’s numb
Used to call me Windex ‘cause this thing I spray gon’ make you change minds
I done seen Hercules run
We was powerlifting 2.2’s
Nah, we ain’t throw gang signs
My brick walk was second to none
I would have them take a number like DMV
That was the baseline
Checkout on register one
Miami * like Big Perm ‘cause they numbers was Faizon
Cubans showed me nothing but love
When it come down to it, every Stringer Bell just needs an Avon
Who won’t sweep it under the rug
On the road, with a load, *, break line
I knew where to place mine
I don’t keep the gun in the glove
Hit the turnpike with the running lights that be on in the daytime
Cause K9’s sniff out a crumb
Hands 3 and 9 on the wheel as I’m crossing the state line
Dumb, ditty, dumb, ditty, dumb
Survival of the fittest
You either get acquitted or face time
I done had an infamous run
My story gon’ hit the first 48
Then it’s on Dateline ‘cause this really * I’d done

You don’t know what I know
You ain’t seen what I saw, no
You ain’t been where I go
Wit’ a fetti so strong you gotta bag it wit’ one eye closed
My shooter turn you inside out
I heard the Feds turned the crib inside out
Drop the roof on you *, let the inside out
Fresh Prince jacket, boy, I cook ‘em till they inside out

Clipse, Pusha T, Malice, Stove God Cooks - F.I.C.O. (Official Music Video)

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Lyrics:

Lost in emotion, mama's youngest
Tryna navigate life without my compass
Some experience death and feel numbness
But not me, I felt it all and couldn't function
Seein' you that day
Tellin' you my plans but I was leavin' you that day
It was in God's hands, Ye was at Elon's waiting to get with me
On my way to Texas, that's when Virginia hit me
And I realized in that instant
Our last conversation, you was against it
Told you I was going to Turks for Thanksgiving
I heard what I wanted to hear but didn't listen
You said you told Gene that Bup needed forgiveness
I see you went to DD's and stuffed both her fridges
You even told Dad you wished y'all never splitted
See, you were checkin' boxes, I was checkin' my mentions
Sayin' you was tired but not ready to go
Basically was dying without lettin' me know
I loved you met Nige, hate that he won't remember you
Two things that break my heart is what Novembers do
And T follows you, now mind you
DD calls you, Gene finds you, was that your vision?
Precision, while I'm reminiscin'
It all hits different
Ma, listen
The birds don't sing (yeah)
The birds don't sing, they screech in pain, pain
The birds don't sing (oh)
The birds don't sing, they screech in pain (oh, they screech in pain)
The birds don't sing
The birds don't sing, they screech in pain
Your car was in the driveway, I knew you were home
By the third knock, a chill ran through my bones
The way you missed Mama, I guess I should've known
Chivalry ain't dead, you ain't let her go alone
Found you in the kitchen, scriptures in the den
Half-written texts that you never got to send
Combin' through your dresser drawer, where do I begin?
Postin' noted Bible quotes, were you preparin' then?
I can hear your voice now, I can feel your presence
Askin' "Should I rap again?", You gave me your blessing
The way you spelled it out, there's an L in every lesson
"Boy, you owe it to the world, let your mess become your message"
Shared you with my friends, the Pops they never had
You lived for our fishin' trips, damn, I had a dad
Mine taught discipline, mine taught structure
Mine didn't mind when he had to pull a double
Mine worked overtime, smiled through the struggle
'Cause mine wouldn't let us feel what he had to suffer
See, mine made sure he had every base covered
So imagine his pain findin' base in the cupboard
Birds don't sing if the words don't sting
Your last few words in my ear still ring (oh)
You told me that you loved me, it was all in your tone (oh-oh)
"I love my two sons" was the code to your phone, now you're gone
Oh, and the birds don't sing (no, they don't)
The birds don't sing, they screech in pain (don't the truth ruin it?)
Pain (now it feels different, when they doin' it)
The 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)
Pain (it's a cycle, they do that s*** over and over again)
(Oh) The birds don't sing
The birds don't sing, they screech in pain (who realized they screech in pain, oh-oh)
The birds don't sing
The birds don't sing, they screech in pain (oh no, they're comin' back again, oh no)
Remember those who lost their mothers and fathers
And make sure that every single moment that you have with them
You show them love
You show them love
You'll see

#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #LetGodSortEmOut

Clipse, John Legend, Voices of Fire, Pusha T, Malice - The Birds Don't Sing (Official Tour Video)

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Lyrics:

Lost in emotion, mama's youngest
Tryna navigate life without my compass
Some experience death and feel numbness
But not me, I felt it all and couldn't function
Seein' you that day
Tellin' you my plans but I was leavin' you that day
It was in God's hands, Ye was at Elon's waiting to get with me
On my way to Texas, that's when Virginia hit me
And I realized in that instant
Our last conversation, you was against it
Told you I was going to Turks for Thanksgiving
I heard what I wanted to hear but didn't listen
You said you told Gene that Bup needed forgiveness
I see you went to DD's and stuffed both her fridges
You even told Dad you wished y'all never splitted
See, you were checkin' boxes, I was checkin' my mentions
Sayin' you was tired but not ready to go
Basically was dying without lettin' me know
I loved you met Nige, hate that he won't remember you
Two things that break my heart is what Novembers do
And T follows you, now mind you
DD calls you, Gene finds you, was that your vision?
Precision, while I'm reminiscin'
It all hits different
Ma, listen

The birds don't sing (yeah)
The birds don't sing, they screech in pain, pain
The birds don't sing (oh)
The birds don't sing, they screech in pain (oh, they screech in pain)
The birds don't sing
The birds don't sing, they screech in pain

Your car was in the driveway, I knew you were home
By the third knock, a chill ran through my bones
The way you missed Mama, I guess I should've known
Chivalry ain't dead, you ain't let her go alone
Found you in the kitchen, scriptures in the den
Half-written texts that you never got to send
Combin' through your dresser drawer, where do I begin?
Postin' noted Bible quotes, were you preparin' then?
I can hear your voice now, I can feel your presence
Askin' "Should I rap again?", You gave me your blessing
The way you spelled it out, there's an L in every lesson
"Boy, you owe it to the world, let your mess become your message"
Shared you with my friends, the Pops they never had
You lived for our fishin' trips, damn, I had a dad
Mine taught discipline, mine taught structure
Mine didn't mind when he had to pull a double
Mine worked overtime, smiled through the struggle
'Cause mine wouldn't let us feel what he had to suffer
See, mine made sure he had every base covered
So imagine his pain findin' base in the cupboard
Birds don't sing if the words don't sting
Your last few words in my ear still ring (oh)
You told me that you loved me, it was all in your tone (oh-oh)
"I love my two sons" was the code to your phone, now you're gone

Oh, and the birds don't sing (no, they don't)
The birds don't sing, they screech in pain (don't the truth ruin it?)
Pain (now it feels different, when they doin' it)
The 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)
Pain (it's a cycle, they do that shit over and over again)
(Oh) The birds don't sing
The birds don't sing, they screech in pain (who realized they screech in pain, oh-oh)
The birds don't sing
The birds don't sing, they screech in pain (oh no, they're comin' back again, oh no)

Remember those who lost their mothers and fathers
And make sure that every single moment that you have with them
You show them love
You show them love
You'll see

Clipse, John Legend, Voices of Fire, Pusha T, Malice - The Birds Don't Sing (Official Music Video)

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Lyrics
It’s always the loudmouths that can’t count
The right price, I put the AR in the saint’s mouth (talk about it)
Bring all the watches and the chains out
Heat 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 get
Finally got the courage but you still a whole *
The rest of y’all on my six year ago *
Every move intentional, the links is atypical
Like baseball in D.R., you know what the stick’ll do
(This is culturally inappropriate)
We got the drop on your shadow
You know we can get to you
The pen to express my dreams and expertise
And TEC’s I squeeze
Coke spots all over like leprosy
It’s a dark spirit tucked behind the flesh you see
Got every single word of the hex I need
The death I breathe, the death I see
Looks so good on ya, the coffin wood on ya
Closed casket cause I’m only siccing wolves on ya
Berlinetta horse power, put them hooves on ya
Blow a half a mil in LV leather goods on ya
We been doing this for eons
While you thirsty trying to figure out who you can spill the tea on
I’m in coffee fields making mil’s
You get the chills ‘cause this * is real
Now let me ribbon bowtie your surprise
The feeling that you get when you realize
It was really you that died and we are so alive
Conspiracy theory, you can’t believe it’s us
Soul leave your body like a fentanyl rush
Dead on your back with your eyes looking up
Chandeliers
(This is culturally inappropriate)

Single-handedly boosted rap to its truest place
* speaking candidly, I alone did rejuvenate
Hip-hip into its newest place
Made it cool for Grammy nominated LP’s from previous generation MC’s
And that rings loud and reverberates
It’s not fair to them, I’m thinking I deserve the hate
Bring it, the only thing you killing is precious time
Used to clash with Decepticons, I was dumb, deaf and blind
So cancel me before I unleash the “Panther” me
The pantheon is a family, we some upstanding G’s
The difference between regular spitters and bosses
My principles’ high
You need a glimpse of me from satellites in orbit
Tape sabbaticals on avenues
Bring AK’s on vacay’s when we paddle canoes
Follow the leader, Terminator
Hasta la vista, man of the year
Nasir, rockin' chandeliers


#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell #Nas

Clipse, Nas, Pusha T, Malice - Let God Sort Em Out/Chandeliers (Official Clean Audio)

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Lyrics
16,000 square
8 million up there, 2 million down here

When I was born, Grandmama could see it
I be Bentley driven and very strategic
R.M. sleeve, no diamonds are needed
Floors are heated, so be it, so be it
* wit’ P, get something immediate
Your soul don’t like your body, we help you free it
Then we wait for TMZ to leak it
It ain’t no secret, so be it, so be it

Smoke
So be it, so be it
Smoke
So be it

C-L-I-P-S-E, epi
8 ball, LV
I can show you how to bust a brick if you let me
I monogram like confetti
Switches ready
She leaning on Celine cause she ain’t stepping in Giuseppe
Catch a buck 50 like each Pirelli
I got 8 of ‘em, call me Andretti
If I’m not in the telly selling the yeti
Then I’m twirling your * like she in spaghetti
Heavy, circle back and come and get this Kelly
And your ears too if you want ‘em blue like Belly
Lotta jetting, Prada bedding
911’s, I’m the who’s who with what’s what
Papa heaven
* around and get your body traced tryna test me
Cause * that I’m wit’ like to draw when it’s sketchy
If they catch me, don’t forget me
Resurrect me
Buy a dog tag the same place that they baguette me
Ski
(This is culturally inappropriate)

Smoke
So be it, so be it
Smoke
So be it

You cried in front of me
You died in front of me
Calabasas took your * and your pride in front of me
Her Utopia had moved right up the street
And her lip gross was poppin’, she ain’t need you to eat
The net gon’ call it the way that they see it
But I got the video, I can share and A.E. it
They wouldn’t believe it but I can’t unsee it
Lucky I ain’t TMZ it
So be it, so be it
(This is culturally inappropriate)

Smoke
So be it, so be it
Smoke
So be it, So be it


#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell

Clipse, Pusha T, Malice - So Be It (Official Clean Audio)

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Lyrics
How I’m doing?
All things considered
Let’s be specific
My mama cheek, I miss it
I wanna kiss it
Nige asking for siblings
I know he meant it
V miscarried, we hid it
I’m glad he missed it
Hunnid thousand a “maybe”
You stick wit’ it
(Again, again)
Preorder the strollers
Our face in it
(Again, again)
I pays for my stork wit’ the baby in it
If the sky’s not your limit, you’ll never get it
Turn * statistics, I’m so sadistic
So religious, that’s so Malicious
No division, still snow magicians
Blitzing * for riches like fourth and inches
Pay attention and listen, the snake’s hissin’
* is writing’ statements and say they didn’t
Dream of taking you down, the hate hittin’
Wanna show you around but they J Prince’ing

Richard’s replace all the Pasha’s
Dior slides made of iguana
Stuff the walls for tomorrow
* I look like tryna borrow
Blow a budget like * it
We gon’ tuck it till it all falls down
When this chess game is played smarter
Swear this life is so awesome

All things considered, I been forgiven
I done packed the blizzard in Honda Civic’s
Took fatherless women and showed ‘em living
Left Mama the children, it take a village
Writings was on the wall, like hieroglyphics
My circle split up the pie, that’s long division
When Jada was asking “Why?”
I saw the vision
My homies that didn’t die was all in prison
Visits behind the glass, my mirror image
Skin is blemished
Names was mentioned
Explains the sentence
The pain is endless
Identifying the body, it takes forensics
Guns, Czechoslovakian
It starts and ends it
The only sin left is to flirt with vengeance
Made my exit just to make my entrance
Revolving door, maybe I can make a difference

Richard’s replace all the Pasha’s
Dior slides made of iguana
Stuff the walls for tomorrow
* I look like tryna borrow
Blow a budget like * it
We gon’ tuck it till it all falls down
When this chess game is played smarter
Swear this life is so awesome

Life or death are simple formalities
Ain’t no way around it
You can poison the world and technicalities
Ain’t no way around it
It’s genocide when pawns read the headlines
The kingdom of truth can never outlive a lie
They’ll come for your king but the throne survives
Unleash the queen
Take ‘em dead or alive
Pyro, pyrex
I see, iris
Violins of violence
Either way it was worth the suspense

I've considered all things



#Clipse #PushaT #Malice #Pharrell

Clipse, The-Dream, Pharrell Williams - All Things Considered (Official Clean Audio)

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Lyrics
When we are together, we got power
We have shifted from having a seizure
About what the man got, to seizing what we need
Burn, baby, burn!

Catch me in the kitchen where the dope is
With an apron that’s whiter than the Pope’s is
(This is culturally inappropriate)
Spread distribution, wide open
Now all the smokers call him Moses
Heron browner than baby roaches
Got your * bent over like scoliosis
Watching Tiafoe with the Open
That’s the only back and forth that I’m posting
We really netted what we grossing
By the way, I’m writin’ this on an ocean
(This is culturally inappropriate)
By the way, this anchor’s really frozen
By the way, the sinkers being loaded
Cause by the way, this thinker’s really chosen
Head halo’ing
Seated in a late foreign
Name a * who ain’t going
Two tone with the Royce rolling
(This is culturally inappropriate)
Just a glimpse what the boy holding
Knocking over all you toy soldiers
One plus four acres, no neighbors
I remember the days of no cable
(This is culturally inappropriate)
Colombian stallions in a stable
With natural titties and no navels
Only work getting done is on the table
Death to skimmers and shavers
I’m allergic to anything other than money behavior

Inglorious, victorious
Wide body, B.I.G. like Notorious
Tell me is we trafficking or trickin’
Somebody gotta show me the difference

Stand on every word whenever I wrote *
Under my boots, *, nothin’ but goat *
(This is culturally inappropriate)
I was fine getting rich under their noses
Today, a * celebrate to ya and post it
Saltwater tears, cooked with sodium
McLaren hypercar, no petroleum
Back then, hid work under linoleum
That thinking got me standing on this podium
Chop the roof off, * this coupe talk
A Virginia * driving in New York
(This is culturally inappropriate)
State trap ducking
My tints was too dark
The money’s in a trailer car
* what you thought

Been playin’ in the snow like Rudolph
In that 2 door, roof helping me cool off
Chains on me like Slick Rick the Ruler
Seats white but the 6 blacker than Umar
* trying to stop my play, Parisian nights
Private rooms at Bar des Prés, the seasons right
Lou Vuitton, hug my arms
Scribbled in red, blood diamonds flood my charm
(This is culturally inappropriate)
The chauffeurs are made
Flights are chartered
The villas in the hills are paved
Blood is spilled, ring finger, names engraved
Shirts are silk, the yacht life, flags are waved

Inglorious, victorious
Wide 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, Ab-Liva, Pusha T, Malice - Inglorious Bastards (Official Clean Audio)

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Lyrics
Lost in emotion, Mama’s youngest
Tryna navigate life without my compass
Some experience death and feel numbness
But not me, I felt it all and couldn’t function
Seeing you that day
Telling you my plans but I was leaving you that day
It was in God’s hands
Ye was at Elon’s waiting to get wit’ me
On my way to Texas, that’s when Virginia hit me
And I realized in that instant
Our last conversation, you was against it
Told you I was going to Turks for Thanksgiving
I heard what I wanted to hear but didn’t listen
You said you told Gene that Bup needed forgiveness
I see you went to DD’s and stuffed both her fridges
You even told Dad you wish y’all never splitted
See you were checking boxes
I was checking my mentions
Saying you were tired but not ready to go
Basically was dying without letting me know
I love you met Nige, hate that he won’t remember you
Two things that break my heart is what November’s do
And T follows you, now mind you
DD calls you, Gene finds you
Was that your vision?
Precision
While I’m reminiscing
It all hits different, Ma listen

The 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 sing
The birds don’t sing, they screech in pain

Your car was in the driveway
I knew you were home
By the third knock a chill ran through my bones
The way you missed Mama, I guess I shoulda known
Chivalry ain’t dead, you ain’t let her go alone
Found you in the kitchen, scriptures in the den
Half written texts that you never got to send
Combing 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 presence
Asking should I rap again, you gave me your blessing
The way you spelled it out, there’s an L in every lesson
Boy, you owe it to the world
Let your mess become your message
Shared you with my friends, the Pops they never had
You lived for our fishing trips, damn, I had a dad
Mine taught discipline, mine taught structure
Mine didn’t mind when he had to pull a double
Mine worked overtime, smiled through the struggle
Cause mine wouldn’t let us feel what he had to suffer
See mine made sure he had every base covered
So imagine his pain finding base in the cupboard
Birds don’t sing if the words don’t sting
Your 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 home

Ohh
The 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 they
doing it)
Pain, pain
The 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 sing
The 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 fathers
And make sure that every single moment that you have with them
You show them love
You show them love
You’ll see

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Clipse, John Legend, Voices of Fire - The Birds Don't Sing (Official Clean Audio)

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Lyrics
The Devil’s tapping on shoulders
He’s tryna get to know ya
The right time to fold ya
I’m losing saints and my soldiers
It’s all Lodi Dodi till you looking at the body
Smiles I’ll never see again
Never be a “we” again
Cleaning out your closet
The one you kept your demons in
Hard for me to breathe again
I’ma blame your head, not your heart
Till we meet again
Easily I coulda been one of them
Locked up and never get to see the sun again
Burning buildings, I kept running in
The allure every time I flew a hunnid in
Codefendant cave in and lawyers couldn’t save him
All for the love of 580’s and a mixed * having ya baby
I done dodged strays crazy
Man, I think about this * daily

When the crew breaks apart, who takes the charge?
You face the cards, I lace the squad
Went from mason jars to crepe tartare’s
Escape the odds by the Grace of God

I seen killers and kingpins sing behind the wall
I watched many men die cause no one would make the call
I’ve seen entire empires crumble and fall
Yes, I’ve seen it all
They missed this wall
By the Grace of God

All the black cats I seen
All the black MAC’s I squeezed
All the black crows I dreamed
Even the black cloud hovering
Couldn’t touch me in the bulletproof Cullinan
Tears on my pillow case
Was I spitting in yo’ face
When 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 it
And it ain’t over till we all say it
And you ain’t shooting *, them guns are archaic
In closing, I see I’m chosen
All my pressure points frozen
You know how it goes

When the crew breaks apart, who takes the charge?
You face the cards, I lace the squad
Went from mason jars to crepe tartare’s
Escape the odds by the Grace of God

I seen killers and kingpins sing behind the wall
I watched many men die cause no one would make the call
I’ve seen entire empires crumble and fall
Yes, I’ve seen it all
They missed this wall
(Yeah)
By the Grace of God



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Clipse, Pharrell Williams, Pusha T, Malice - By The Grace Of God (Official Clean Audio)

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Lyrics
(This is culturally inappropriate)

Ballerinas doing pirouettes inside of my snow globe
Shopping sprees in Soho
You had to see it
Strippers shaking * and watching the dough blow
Ace trumpets and rose Mo’s

Yellow diamonds look like pee-pee
* fly from DC on my private to Waikiki
Three peat
* is my sons and that’s on repeat
Sins of the father
So I call you little meechies
It’s easy
How could you and me be
Ever seen as peers
Can’t compare
You just CC
Don’t you know these clears
In my ears only VV’s
Play musical chairs
Fred Astaire through these GT’s
Too much wear and tear on your *
She couldn’t please me
White glove service with the brick
I am Luigi
Sold ecstasy and disappeared
I am Houdini
Look at them
Him and him
Still waiting on Yeezy
I hope you got your squeegees
At your interviews
I just ki-ki
Life’s peachy
ASAP with Rih-Rih
You rappers all beneath me
Beloved like the Bee Gees
International flights
Connect me to the wifi
The only way you reach me

Ballerinas doing pirouettes inside of my snow globe
Shopping sprees in Soho
You had to see it
Strippers shaking * and watching the dough blow
Ace trumpets and rose Mo’s

Penne alla vodka
Panama fishing village
Visiting with Papa
With choppas
All of you imposta
Simply just Ferrari window shoppers
The one I just ordered looked like it was built by NASA
Over half a mil we call focaccia
Reaching for Akasha
Never leaving home without my piece like I’m Mahatma
From the tribe of Judah, I’m Mufasa
Never turn the other cheek
You’ll die at the Oscars
Persona - non - grata
Mi casa su casa
Drugs killed my teen spirit
Welcome to Nirvana
You was Fu-Gee-La-La
I was Ali Baba
Dressed in house of Gucci
Made from selling Lady Gaga
Hakuna Matata
Island wearing tie-dye
Umbrella in my Rolls match the one that’s in this Mai Tai
Listen, you are not I
Cross t’s, dot i’s
I done disappeared and reappeared without a “viola”

Ballerinas doing pirouettes inside of my snow globe
Shopping sprees in Soho
You had to see it
Strippers shaking * and watching the dough blow
Ace trumpets and rose Mo’s


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Clipse, Pusha T, Malice - Ace Trumpets (Official Clean Audio)

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