Pharrell sets it off for the first verse, bragging about hob-knobbing with Diddy in Aspen, dropping references to Liberace and bragging about his BapeSta sneakers -- but his shtick is a red hearing. Soon, Clipse emcees Pusha and Malice show up to deliver their trademark coke raps. The thing is, they aren't great emcees in a traditional manner. Thematically, their songs are dead ends populated by the glossy grime of cocaine dealers, and stylistically they lack the flexibility of a Jigga or a Cam. But if authenticity could be canned, the Clipse could stock a supermarket.