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Clipse - Hell Hath No Fury

“I philosophize about glocks and Ki’s ni**as call me young back Socrates” spits Pusha T on the second track of Hell Hath no Fury by Clipse. This statement comes early defining an album that loves to live in it’s, funded by cocaine, darkness. Cocaine has affected the performing arts in a negative way since artists started using it as fuel through those long nights even killing artists such as members of the Who, famous comedians like Mitch Hedburg, and Chris Farley, and even other rappers like Ol’ Dirty Bastard, but to these Virginian brothers, Malice and Pusha T, cocaine is just product to sell to anyone looking to buy. They have desensitized their minds to the point where they have lost all empathy for the addicts whose lives they are ruining, the difference between peers like Young Jeezy and Rick Ross is that they hate themselves for it.

Sure they have usual bravado and in your face spending as rap album tend to have with tracks like the lead single “Mr. Me Too” and “Dirty Money” but they sound like day dreams of hope that maybe one day they can free themselves from the drug dealing they are forced to do after they were shelved by labels after their first album. These day dreams make songs like “Keys Open Doors” more emotional to a listener for after hearing a bit of positivity you are thrown into a dark reality of coke sales. The Neptunes produced the entire album, and they arguably the 12 greatest tracks Pharell Williams and Chad Hugo have ever made. Take the track Trill which lurches back in forth in its bass they created a song that sounds different from almost any rap song ever produced. When Pharell comes to do the chorus on trill he sounds like he has been buying free base from the brothers for years prior, further leading to darkness in Hell Hath No Fury.

Most of the time they only hint at violence, or tell young drug dealers to work together for profit, but when they finally come flying at you as physical and intimidating as coked up linebacker coming at you on “Chinese New Year” you feel the fury the Thornton brothers have hinted at the whole record. Pusha comes at you with such intensity the first time one hears it a demon possesses you into a world you don’t even want to think about living in.

Pusha and Malice have been pissed for a long time and when that monotone voice comes through your speakers it is the perfect medium to channel all the rage. Malice the whole album is stuck in his self-loathing for the selling and distribution of coke. He hates the lifestyle and the only thing he wants is some sort of home to come to where he doesn’t have to worry about drug addicted bitches turning him into the police, doesn’t have to worry about his younger brother converting to life style he is in, a life of joy and peace. That younger brother, Pusha, on the other hand is pissed off at the record companies not letting him get the success he feels he deserves. He has gotten to the point where he has lost all empathy for others claiming he is “Fuckin’ with college bitches with innocent looks like Mya
Corrupt they mind, turn ‘me to liars” while a serpentine beat slivers into your mind in “Ride around shining”.

On the final ballad of the album, Bilal appears to sing a haunting chorus channeling the brother’s paranoia into a simple chant of “I’m having nightmares”. This final piece of Hell Hath No Fury you get a direct channel of the brother’s sorrows and fears from being in the drug business. One will identify with them even if they have never sold coke or fired a weapon at another person. It ends with an introspective note leaving you knowing the brothers have lost hope for ever achieving those dreams of theirs

9.5/10 - done by Jake Richardson

I still love this album 

(via the37thchamber)