Legendary rap duo Clipse has returned with a new single, “Ace Trumpets,” featuring brothers Pusha T and No Malice. The track, produced by Pharrell Williams, was released on May 30 and is already making waves in hip-hop communities.
Known for their gritty lyricism, Clipse delivers sharp bars over Pharrell’s signature production — a mix of bold beats, layered textures, and clean, minimal drums. “Ace Trumpets” brings back the classic chemistry between Clipse and Pharrell, reminding fans of the duo’s early 2000s dominance.
Listeners are praising the track for its lyrical depth and raw energy, with many calling it a return to form for the Virginia-based group. The song has sparked discussions online for its wordplay, punchlines, and polished sound.
Ace Trumpets Clipse Lyrics
This is culturally inappropriate
Ballerinas doin’ pirouettes inside of my snow globe
Shoppin’ sprees in SoHo
You had to see it, strippers shakin’ ass and watchin’ the dough blow
Ace trumpets in Rolls modes
Yellow diamonds look like pee-pee
Bitches fly from D.C. on my private to Waikiki
Three-peat, niggas 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 VVs?
Play musical chairs for the stair to these GTs
Too much wear and tear on your bitch, 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 waitin’ on Yeezy
I hope you got your squeegees
Had your interviews, I just KiKi
Life’s peachy, A$AP with RiRi
You rappers all beneath me, but love like the Bee Gees
International flights connect me to the Wi-Fi
The only way you reach me, huh
Ballerinas doin’ pirouettes inside of my snow globe
Shoppin’ sprees in SoHo
You had to see it, strippers shakin’ ass and watchin’ the dough blow
Ace trumpets in Rolls modes
Penne alla vodka, Panama fishin’ village
Visitin’ with papa, with choppers
All of you imposter
Simply just Ferrari window shoppers
The one that I just ordered look like it was built by NASA
Over half a mill’ we call focaccia
Reachin’ for acacia
Never leavin’ 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 Fugi-lala, I was Alibaba
Dressed in House of Gucci, make ’em sell it, Lady Gaga
Hakuna Matata, Ireland wearing tie-dye
Umbrella in my Rolls match the one that’s in this Mata
Listen, you are not I, cross Ts, dot Is
I done disappeared and reappeared without a “Voila”
Ballerinas doin’ pirouettes inside of my snow globe
Shoppin’ sprees in SoHo
You had to see it, strippers shakin’ ass and watchin’ the dough blow
Ace trumpets in Rolls modes
