Check out the Inglorious Bastards lyrics by Clipse below, and experience the song’s passion. The American hip hop duo is all set to release its fourth studio album, Let God Sort Em Out, on July 11, 2025. Drawing its name from the iconic 2009 Quentin Tarantino film, the title alone hints at themes of rebellion, loyalty, and surviving in a world that’s stacked against you. As expected from Clipse and Pharrell’s legendary collaboration, the track promises a cinematic soundscape paired with street-sharp lyricism. With Clipse’s history of blending pop culture with raw storytelling, this song is likely to channel war-movie energy into a rap battlefield—gritty bars, symbolic lines, and reflections on brotherhood under pressure.
Whether you’re here for the vibe or curious about what Clipse is bringing to the table, this track won’t disappoint. Its irresistible music and unforgettable, mind-blowing lyrics make it impossible not to sing along.
Lyrics of Inglorious Bastards by Clipse
[Intro: Jesse Jackson & Pusha T]
When We Are Together, We Got Power
We Have Shifted From Having A Seizure (Yeah)
About What The Man Gots To See Then What We Need (Haha)
Burn Baby, Burn
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Catch Me In The Kitchen Where The Dope Is
With An Apron That’s Whiter Than The Coke Is (This Is Culturally Inappropriate)
Spread Distribution Wide Open
Now All The Smokers Call ’em Moses
Heron Browner Than Baby Roaches
Got Your Bitch Bent Over Like Scoliosis
Watching Tiafoe At The Open
That’s The Only Back And Forth That I’m Hostin’
We Really Netted What We Grossin’
By They Way I’m Writing This On The Ocean (This Is Culturally Inappropriate)
By The Way This Anchor Is Really Frozen
By The Way The Sink Is Being Loaded
Cause By They Way This Thinker’s Really Chosen
Head Halo-in’, Seated In A Linc Foreign
Name A Bitch Who Ain’t Goin’
Two Tone With The Royce-rollin’, Just A Glimpse What The Boy Holdin’
Knockin’ Over All You Toy Soldiers
One Plus Four Acres, No Neighbors
I Remember The Days Of No Cable
Colombian Stallions In The Stable
With Natural Titties And No Navels
Only Work Gettin’ Done Is On The Table
Death To Skimmers And Shavers
I’m Allergic To Anything Other Than Money Behavior
[Verse 2: Malice]
Inglorious, Victorious
Wide Body B-I-G Like Notorious
Tell Me Are We Traffickin’ Or Trickin’
Somebody Gotta Show Me The Difference
Sand On Everywhere Whenever I Wrote Shit
Under My Boots, Nigga, Nothing But Goat Shit (This Is Culturally Inappropriate)
I Was Fine Getting Rich Under Their Noses
Today A Nigga Celebrate To Ya And Post It
Saltwater Tears Cooked With Sodium
Mclaren Hypercar, No Petroleum
Back Then Kid Worked On Linoleum
That Thinking Got Me Standing On This Podium
Chopped The Roof Off, Nigga This Couture
A Virginia Nigga Driving In New York (This Is Culturally Inappropriate)
Speed Trap Duckin’, My Pits Was Too Dark
The Money’s In The Trailer Car, Fuck What You Thought
[Verse 3: Ab-liva]
Been Playin’ In The Snow Like Rudolph
In A 2 Door, Roof Helping Me Cool Off
Chains On Me Like Slick Rick The Ruler
Seats White But It Sits Blacker Than Umar
Niggas Tryna Stop My Play
Parisian Nights, Private Rooms And [?] Pray The Season’s Right
Louis Vuitton Hug My Arms
Scribbled In Red, Blood Diamonds Flood My Charm
(This Is Culturally Inappropriate)
The Chauffer’s A Maid
Flights Are Chartered, The Villas And The Hills All Paved
Blood Is Spilled, Ring Finger Names Engraved
Shirts Are Silk, The Yacht Light Flags Are Waved
[Outro: Ab Liva]
Inglorious, Victorious
Wide Body B-I-G Like Notorious
Tell Me Are We Traffickin’ Or Trickin’
Somebody Gotta Show Me The Difference
