Hell Hath No Fury

The long-suffering Pusha and Malice finally issue their troublesome sophomore album-- a record packed with a dozen unrelenting tales of desperation and distribution, glamour and gloating that features bleak, spare Neptunes beats. It was worth the wait.

Major-label gangsta rap has fallen into such a rut that Clipse's Hell Hath No Fury stands out as much for what it isn't as what it is. In an era of bloated 70-minute epics, Fury clocks in at a lean 45 minutes, and in a realm where production-by-committee reigns and studio gangstas rap over beats by the same handful of…

Superfluous in its presence in hip-hop, cocaine has always had a prominent role in the library of subject fodder for rappers.

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