Playlist Chance The Rapper

chance the rapper - juke jam

We used to roll at the rink, we used to roll at the rink
(I used to talk way too much
you used to know everything)
You couldn't stand me, I couldn't stand you
You said I'm steady playin', but you steady playin' too

Your big brother foot work
Your play sister Juke
The rink was the place but in that space and time
I was too young for you

As you were for me
To worry about Frooties and Chews
Till I found out all the shawdy's with cooties was cute
And realized what booties can do

We gon' get it poppin'
We gon' get it Jukin'
We gon' throw a party
We ain't gotta do shit

You came with your best friend
Came up with for the weekend
Rolling with your parties
So tell me what you thinkin'
So we gon' have a juke jam
So we gon' have a juke jam

We can have a party, just listening to music
Like we used to do
I'll get close to you
I remember you
You used to I remember you

We've got so much history baby, maybe
Maybe you and I were meant to be
Maybe I'm crazy

We never rolled at the rink
We would just go to the rink
You ain't buy tokens no more
You just hit roll at the rink

You had a nigga, I couldn't stand him
But when they play Take You Down, Chris Brown
I am him standing
I mean it's just dancing
It's harmless as fuck

Then I put my waist through your hips
And your legs and your arms just to harness you up
Then we hit the floor
All the kitties start skating
To see grown folks do, what grown folks do
When they grown and they dating

We've got so much history baby, maybe
Maybe you and I were meant to be
Maybe I'm crazy
Crazy about you

We gon' get it poppin'
We gon' get it Jukin'
We gon' throw a party
We ain't gotta do shit

You came with your best friend
Who came up with for the weekend
Rollin with the parties
So tell me what you thinkin'
So we gon' have a juke jam
So we gon' have a juke jam

We can have a party, just listening to music
Like we used to do
I'll get close to you
I remember you
You used to I remember you

We've got so much history baby (Juke)
Maybe (Juke)

chance the rapper - acid rain

Kicked off my shoes, tripped acid in the rain
Wore my jacket as a cape, and my umbrella as a cane
The richest man rocks the snatch-less necklace
Spineless bitches in backless dresses
Wore my feelings on my sleeveless
My weed seedless, my trees leafless
I miss my diagonal grilled cheeses
And back when Mike Jackson was still Jesus
Before, I believed in not believing in
Yeah, I inhaled, who believed in me not breathing in
Cigarette stained smile all covered in sin
My big homie died young; just turned older than him
I seen it happen, I seen it happen, I see it always
He still be screaming, I see his demons in empty hallways
I trip to make the fall shorter
Fall quarter was just a tall order
And I'm hungry, I'm just not that thirsty
As of late, my verses seem not so verse-y
And all my words just mean controversy
Took the team up off my back like "that's not your jersey?"
Stressin', pullin' my hair out, hoping I don't get picked
All this medicine in me hoping I don't get sick
Making all this money hoping I don't get rich
Cause niggas still getting bodied for foams

Sometimes the truth don't rhyme
Sometime the lies get millions of views
Funerals for little girls, is that appealing to you?
From your cubicle desktop, what a beautiful view
I think love is beautiful, too
Building forts from broken dams, what a hoover could do
For future hoopers dead from Rugers shooting through the empty alley
Could've threw him an alley-oop, helping him do good in school
Damn that acid it burn when it clean ya
I still miss being a senior
And performing at all those open mic events
High schools, eyes closed seeing arenas
And I still get jealous of Vic
And Vic still jealous of me
But if you touch my brother
All that anti-violence shit goes out the window along with you
And the rest of your team
Smoking cigarettes to look cooler
I only stop by to look through ya
And I'm only getting greedier
And I'm still Mr. Youmedia
And I still can't find Talent
And I'm still choosing classmates that wouldn't fuck
Mom still thinks I should go back to school
And Justin still thinks I'm good enough
And Mama Jan still don't take her meds
And I still be asking God to show his face
And I still be asking God to show his face

I am a new man, I am sanctified
Oh I am holy, I have been baptized
I have been born again, I am the White Light
Rain...rain don't go away

chance the rapper - all night

[intro: ha ha davis]
Come on, big fella, you drunk, big fella
Two sips and now you wanna trip, big fella
You not a drinker, I can see it all in your leg, big fella
You wobbly, big fella, you finna fall
Sit down, you drunk, big fella

[chorus: knox fortune]
All night, I been drinking all night
I been drinking all night, I been drinking, ay ay
All night, I been drinking all night
I been drinking all night, I been drinking, hey
All night, I been drinking all night
I been drinking all night, I been drinking, ay ay
[verse 1: chance the rapper]
Everybody outside, everybody outside
When I pull up outside, all night, no
Everybody high five, everybody wanna smile
Everybody wanna lie, that's nice, no
Oh, now you wanna chill, oh, now you wanna build
Oh, now you got the bill, that's cool though
Oh, now you got the gas, oh, now you wanna laugh
Oh, now you need a cab, that's true though
All you do is talk, I ain't got shit to say
Can't no one get in my car, I don't even valet
Long discussions, oh, you my cousin?
No you wasn't, you just wanna ride
You just wanna talk about politics
Chicago shit and rocket ships
(you just wanna, you just wanna
You just wanna, you just wanna
You just wanna, you just wanna)
Shut up! start dancing, ho

[chorus: knox fortune]
All night, I been drinking all night
I been drinking all night, I been drinking, ay ay
All night, I been drinking all night
I been drinking all night, I been drinking, hey
All night, I been drinking all night
I been drinking all night, I been drinking, ay ay

[verse 2: chance the rapper]
You just went and spilt fries in the seat
It's fried on the seat, come ride on the seat, ay
Last girl, she'll lie on the seat, she'll fart on the seat
Now she jog in the streets, say
I don't trust no one faking like a fan, asking for a pic
You should use your phone, call a uber
You a goofy if you think I don't know you need a lyft
Is you is or is you ain't got gas money
No iou's or debit cards, I need cash money
So back up, back up, I need space
Now, I need you to slow down, it's not a race
Now I can't really hear what you gotta say now
Shut up! start dancing, ho

[chorus: knox fortune]
All night, I been drinking all night
I been drinking all night, I been drinking, ay ay
All night, I been drinking all night
I been drinking all night, I been drinking, hey
All night, I been drinking all night
I been drinking all night, I been drinking, ay ay

chance the rapper - all we got

[intro: chance the rapper]
And we back
And we back, and we back
And we back, and we back, and we
And we back, and we back, na, na, na
[verse 1: chance the rapper]
This ain't no intro, this the entree
Hit that intro with kanye and sound like andré
Tryna turn my baby mama to my fiancée
She like music, she from houston like auntie yoncé
Man my daughter couldn't have a better mother
If she ever find another, he better love her
Man I swear my life is perfect, I could merch it
If I die I'll prolly cry at my own service, igh, igh!
It was a dream, you could not mess with the beam
This is like this many rings
Y'all know wha' mean?
This for the kids of the king of all kings
This is the holiest thing
This is the beat that played under the word
This is the sheep that ain't like what it herd
This is officially first
This is the third

[hook: kanye west]
This is the bom bom bom
Bom bom bom
Bom bom bom
Music is all we got
So we might as well give it all we got
This is the bom bom bom
Bom bom bom
Bom bom bom
Music all we got, got, got
So we might as well give it all we got

[verse 2: chance the rapper]
I get my word from the sermon
I do not talk to the serpent
That's the holistic discernment
Daddy said I'm so determined
Told me these goofies can't hurt me
I just might make me some earl tea
I was baptized like real early
I might give satan a swirlie
Wish I could tell you it's ready
Tell you it's ready today
They don't give nothing away
You gotta fight for your way
And that don't take nothing away
Cause at the end of the day

[hook: kanye west]
Music is all we got
Music is all we got
Isn't this all we got?
So we might as well give it all we got
Music is all we got
Music is all we got

[outro: kanye west chicago children's choir]
We know, we know we got it
We know, we know we got it
We know, we know we got it
We know, we know we got it
Music
We know, we know we got it
We know, we know we got it
We know, we know we got it
We know, we know we got it
Music
Music is all we got

chance the rapper - angels

[intro: chance the rapper]
Angels, na, na, na, na

[verse 1: chance the rapper]
I got my city doing front flips
When every father, mayor, rapper jump ship
I guess that's why they call it where I stay
Clean up the streets, so my daughter
Can have somewhere to play
I'm the blueprint to a real man
Some of these niggas toss they tassel for a deal man
I ain't goin' to hell or to hillman
Igh, igh, igh, igh, for my real fans
I got caught up with a little xan
Can't stop me but it slow me though
Yeah nigga famous, you don't know me though
But every dj still play me though
Damn man, I don't even need a radio
And my new shit sound like a rodeo
Got the old folks dancing the do-si-do
'til they fuck around and sign me to ovo
Ooh, I just might share my next one with keef
Got the industry in disbelief, they be asking for beef
This what it sound like when god split an atom with me
I even had steve giving out apples for free
[hook: saba]
They was talking "woo woo this woo wap da bam"
City so damn great, I feel like alexand'
Wear your halo like a hat, that's like the latest fashion
I got angels all around me they keep me surrounded

[post-hook: chance the rapper]
Who is you? and who the fuck is you? and who is him?
All of the sudden woo wap da bam you can't touch me
Na, na, na, na I got angels
I got angels

[verse 2: chance the rapper]
I ain't change my number since the seventh grade
This for my day one, ten years, seven days
A week, niggas never tired on they kevin gates
And if they rest in peace they bunny hopping heaven's gates
It's too many young angels on the southside
Got us scared to let our grandmommas outside
You gon' make me take the campers way downtown
You gon' make me turn my bm to my housewife
I just had a growth spurt
It done took so long, my tippy toes hurt
You can keep the nose ring, I don't have to soul search
I'm still at my old church, only ever sold merch
Grandma say I'm kosher, momma say I'm culture
Gci, 1-0-7-5, angel goin' live
Power 92, angel, juke, angel gon' juke
Gci, 1-0-7-5, goin' live
Power 92, angel gon' juke, juke, juke, juke

[hook: saba (& chance the rapper) & background vocals]
They was talking "woo woo, this woo wap da bam"
City so damn great, I feel like alexand'
Wear your halo like a hat, that's like the latest fashion
I got angels all around me, they keep me surrounded
Wap the bam (na, na, na)
(I got angels) I got angels all around me
They keep me surrounded
(na, na, na)
(I got angels)
They was talking "woo woo, this woo wap da bam"
City so damn great, I feel like alexand'
Wear your halo like a hat, that's like the latest fashion
I got angels all around me, they keep me surrounded

[post-hook: chance the rapper]
Who is you? and who the fuck is you? and who is him?
All of the sudden woo wap da bam you can't touch me
Na, na, na, na I got angels
I got angels

[outro: vocals]
Na, na
Na, na
I got, I got

chance the rapper - blessings

[verse: chance the rapper]
I speak of promised lands
Soil as soft as momma's hands
Running water, standing still
Endless fields of daffodils and chamomile
Rice under black beans
Walked into apple with cracked screens
And told prophetic stories of freedom
Found warmth in a black queen for when I get cold
Like nat king, I'm doing the dad thing
I speak of wondrous unfamiliar lessons from childhood
Make you remember how to smile good
I'm pre-currency, post-language, anti-label
Pro-famous, I'm broadway joe namath
Kanye's best prodigy
He ain't signed me but he proud of me
I got some ideas that you gotta see
Make a vid with shawty and they ship it like the odyssey
They never seen a rapper practice modesty
I never practice, I only perform
I don't even warn, I don't eat it warm, I won't be reborn
I speak to god in public, I speak to god in public
He keep my rhymes in couplets
He think the new shit jam, I think we mutual fans
I used to dance to michael, I used to dance in high school
I used to pass out music, I still pass out music
The people's champ must be everything the people can't be
I'm getting artsy-fartsy, house full of some hebru brantleys
You must've missed the come up, I must be all I can be
Call me mister mufasa, I had to master stampedes

[hook: chance the rapper]
I made it through, made it through, made it through
And everything I gave to you, I gave to you, I gave to you
You got it, you got it, you got it, it's coming
(coming, coming, coming)
So are you ready?
Are you ready?
[outro: ty dolla $ign, bj the chicago kid
Anderson. paak, raury, nico segal
Lolah brown & chance the rapper (haha davis) ]
Are you ready for your blessings?
Are you ready for your miracle?
Are you ready for your blessings?
Are you ready for your miracle?
Are you ready for your blessings?
Are you ready for your miracle?
Are you ready for your blessings?
Are you ready for your miracle?
Are you ready for your blessings?
Are you ready for your miracle?
Are you ready for your blessings?
Are you ready for your miracle?
Are you ready for your blessings?
Are you ready for your miracle?
Are you ready, are you ready?
Are you ready for your blessings?
Are you ready for your miracle?
Are you ready for your blessings?
Are you ready for your miracle?
Are you ready for your blessings?
Are you ready for your miracle?
Are you ready for your blessings?
Are you ready for your miracle?
Are you ready for your blessings?
Are you ready for your miracle?
(you ready big fella?)

chance the rapper - blessings

chance the rapper - cocoa butter kisses

[Hook 1] (2X)
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
I miss my cocoa butter kisses

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
Okie dokie, alky. Keep it lowkey like Thor lil bro
Or he'll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour Saudi
Wiley up off peyote, wilding like that coyote
If I sip any Henny, my belly just mght be outtie
Pull up inside a huggy, Starsky & Hutch a dougie
I just opened up the pack in an hour I'll ash my lucky
Tonight she just yelling "Fuck me", two weeks she'll be yelling fuck me
Used to like orange cassette tapes with Timmy, Tommy, and Chuckie
And Chuck E. Cheese's pizzas, Jesus pieces, sing Jesus love me
Put Visine inside my eyes so my grandma would fucking hug me
Oh generation above me, I know you still remember me
My afro look just like daddy's, y'all taught me how to go hunting (BLAM!)

[Hook 1] (2X)

[Verse 2: Vic Mensa]
I will
Smoke a little something but I don't inhale, everywhere that I go, everywhere
They be asking hows it going, say the goings well, go figure, Victor's light skinned
Jesus got me feeling like Colin Powell, all praise to the God, God knows
He's a pro, he's a pro like COINTEL, check, check mate, check me
Take me to the bedroom, let you know me well, I mean normally, you see
Norma Jean wouldn't kick it with Farmer Phil, but these kids these days, they get so
High, burn trees, smoke chlorophyll, 'til they can't feel shit, shit-faced
Faced it, 15 hits on this L elevated, train, and the craziest
Thing, got me feeling like Lauryn Hill, miseducated, my dick delegated
Rap Bill Bellamy, they said I shoulda never made it, probably shoulda been dead or in jail
Deadbeat dad, enough of that jazz, asshole, absinthe up in that class
Are we there yet? Ice cubes in a bong, we're brain dead, take a tug and then pass

[Bridge]
I think we all addicted,
Yeah, I think we all addicted
Really though, I think we all addicted
I think we addicted

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Twista]
I could make a flow, pitter patter with a patter pitter
Two seats used to be in a jalabiya and a kufi
Trying hard not to be addicted to a groupie
I ended up on an album cover in a Coogi
You see, I be still a God but a goofy
You be flowing about drugs and a Uzi
That's the new principle, sometimes I'mma be about some hoes
Sometimes I'mma wanna make a movie
And when it come to rapping fast, I'm the Higgs Boson
And though my style freakish
I could still break your body down to five pieces like I did Voltron
Cause I'm addicted to the craft and I be off a OG
Know me, I'm the Obi-Wan Kenobi of the dope see
Never scared of mean spirits, methamphetamine lyrics
Cooler like I'm offa codeine, low key
Don't be so judgmental, even though I'm reminiscing
If I don't know what I miss is
Ima end up figuring out that it's home
And my mother and my grandmother cocoa butter kisses
This is just a testament to the ones that raised me
The ones that I praise and I'm thanking
I need em but the chronic all up in my clothes
And I wanna get a hug, and I can't cause I'm stanking
Never too old for a spanking, igh

[Hook 2] (2X)
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stank
I got burn holes in my memories my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
I miss my cocoa butter kisses

chance the rapper - everything 039 s good

'Member sittin' in class the first time listening to Dilla
Everything's good
Rubbin' on yo chin sippin gin, Margiela brand chinchilla
Everything's good
My manager backpack packed with packs of cigarillos
And some fruit snacks, And some killer
Phone numbers on speed dial call them save monkey guerillas
Everything's good

I ain't really that good at goodbyes
I ain't really that bad at leaving
I ain't really always been a good guy, I used to be thirsty thievin'
Runnin through purses even persons leave em hurtin' bleedin

I ain't really help the helpless
I used to be worse than worthless
Now I'm worth hooks and verses
I'm good like books in churches
Harolds and Hooks and Churches

Everything's Good
See my name when you google search it
Use a card when I make a purchase
Everything's Good
But I knew it was fly when I was just a caterpillar
That I'd make it even if I never make a milla
When I meet my maker he gon' make sure that we chillin'
And everything's good

I ain't really that good at goodnight, I ain't really that bad at sleepin
With bad bitches, put them aside, I used to be thirsty creeping
Now I'm out working evenings birthdays even Tuesdays Wednesdays Thursdays weekends, rehearsing verses, murdering merch and events

Damn it feel good to be a gangsta
And it feel good for me to thank you
Put money back in your bank account
Off of songs I barely could think up
Cause a lot of songs niggas gon' make up
Make sense, but they never gon' make a sound
I'm better than I was the last time, crescendo
Thanks Justin, lending them pencils
Mr. Menzies, Mensa, Chris Minto
The time I beat Chris on Nintendo

Nanana hey hey, good intro
Remember jacket shoppin' after listening to Thriller
Remember the first time you heard this dude and thought damn that's that nigga
Everything's good

chance the rapper - favorite song

Chance, acid rapper, soccer, hacky sacker
Cocky khaki jacket jacker
Slap-happy faggot slapper
Iraqi rocket launcher
Shake that Laffy Taffy, jolly raunchy rapper
Dang, dang, dang - skeet, skeet, skeet
She do that thing for three retweets
The album feel like '92
Then take that bomb for Heat, three-peat
Chance, ho, I said, cruising on that LSD
Ask yourself about my deal
You'll go batshit - "hell yeah, let's eat!"

This shit my favorite song, you just don't know the words
But I still fuck with you, you just ain't never heard
It go like: count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack
All my niggas hit that zan, and all my ladies 'bout that bag
This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam
This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm bout that jam

Young Rascal Flatts - young ass kid ass could rap
Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat
Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of Jack
Enforce the weed, I'm back to pack on hands
With young Cletus to pat my back
Real nigga with a nose ring, that's right
Just here to rap them songs
Rag on my hair wrap, weed in Vegas, rockin' Vagabonds
Sang a song, oh you don't know? What?
Well, I still bang with you
Hang with you, sip drank with you
As long as I can sang with you like:

This shit my favorite song, you just don't know the words
But I still fuck with you, you just ain't never heard
It go like: count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack
All my niggas hit that zan, and all my ladies 'bout that bag
This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam
This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm bout that jam

Niggas please be focused - that 'Bino, you know this
He rep the home of Sosas, you know I'm from that Zone 6
You know I rep that Stone shit, you know your 'hood is so clit
As God as my witness, this Will Smith spit real shit
I'm a be that - CG busy gettin', where the weed at?
Bought your girl some new kneepads
You're fuckin' with the Fifi bag
My stars, egad, she said: "this my favorite song"
"Hold my purse" - now she on the floor, droppin' like it's hot
You blast this shit in Abercrombie when your work is finished
Your mom won't play it in the car cause it's got cursing in it
Your boy like: "I'm the one who showed you, " he want his percentage
Cause you were like: "this ain't the nigga you said spittin', is it?"
Two-step - white dude's Harlem Shake
Why you laughing? Cause you Harlem Shake?
I was never fake, I was just too good to be true
That's acid rap, we killed the track
You had your chance, and 'Bino too

This shit my favorite song, you just don't know the words
But I still fuck with you, you just ain't never heard
It go like: count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack
All my niggas hit that zan, and all my ladies 'bout that bag
This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam
This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm bout that jam

chance the rapper - finish line drown

chance the rapper - good ass intro

[Hook - BJ The Chicago Kid]
Even better than I was the last time baby
Oh oh oh oh ooh
Yo we back
I'm good, so good
And we back and we back

[Verse 1]
Rap's just make me anxious, and acid made me crazy
Them squares just made me looser and that wax just made me lazy
And I still make this song, and I'mma make another
If you ever actually hit me, better watch out for my brother
Better bet I'd take that deal, gotta watch out for my mother
Get a watch with all that glitters, come in clutters, different colors
Ben-a-Baller, Benford, butlers, chauffeurs, hit a stain-er, did I stutter?
Did a ton of drugs and did better than all my Alma mater
Motherfucker money dance, hundreds zan, gallon lean
Make a joke bout Leno's hair then piggy back on Fallon's spleen
Balancing on sporadicity and fucking pure joy
Nightly searches for a bed and I just came off tour with Troy
But I can't complain I got some motherfucking business
How many lab partners have I fucked since I got suspended?
Mr. Bennett, you done did it, you did it, you did it
You did a good ass job, you did a good ass job
And I'm good

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Work, work, work, work, bang nigga, bang
Twerk, twerk, merge, swerve, dang, pick a lane
Flip a bird; pigeon, plane, it's a word, it's a shame
But God I'm good, swear I couldn?t be better
Kicking dirt on the shirts of the lames
Keep a tab on my exes, keep some "x" on my tongue
Keep my work out in Texas, that's just me flexing my lungs
See them showing they teeth, that's just them flapping they gums
If they bite and I'm snapping clap clap collapsing they lungs
Call me Chancellor The Rapper, please say "The Rapper"
Magical word (poof), please say 'Kadabra
Replay the replays; Green Bay, the Packers
Cremate your teammates and freebase the ashes
Matches to gas leaks, dusted dusk till dawn
It's just us, and trust ya bottom bitch, my stuff the fucking bomb
I'm the motherfucking fucker, fuck a niggas fucking dumb
This your favorite fucking album and ain't even fucking done

[Hook]

chance the rapper - hey ma

Hey Ma, hey Ma, hey Ma
Hey Ma, hey Ma, hey Ma

I said 'Hey Ma', don't go stretching your wallet
These niggas gotta pay me
for taking a year from college
Go on get ya nails polished, stylist for your eyelids
And a pilot for your mileage
for them frequent flights to your island
Ms. Brown and Ms. Polleck, little boy done grown up
Little voice done blown up, middle-class that bonus
Hey Ma, Hey Mama Jan
God just gave me another chance
Rod just gave me another line
probably gave me another fan
7-7-3, Oh, since Kanye was a three-old
Down the street from D. Rose
was practicing his free-throws
Shout out to that Gulf Shrimp, shout out to King Gyro
Shout out that Ms. Moody, auntie Toni them my heroes

We gon' get this paper, put that on my mama
You gon' see us later, put that on my mama
Monica and Ava, thanks for all the favors
Got my money saved up, put that on my mama

Hey Ma, hey Ma I know I never did behave a lot
Never got good grades a lot
And turned your hairs to grays a lot
And go in stores and take a lot
And never shopped but saved a lot
So you ain't gotta shop at Save A Lot
And you ain't gotta worry about Chase a lot
They playing with your checks, your shit
Cause they gonna take your pay or not
Que Sera gotta then, fuck them niggas you smarter than
We just gonna beg your pardon them
Save Money, my partner and them
I'm part of them, It's part of me
This Save Mula, Bo Squarter II
I'm riding around my side of town
Hot boxing no cops around
I had the tux I had the gown
Just had a show, just had to bounce
It's Chance ho, #10day
Chano no hable englais
That language be that chanish but ooh! Muy caliente
So she just gonna throw her steps on
And haters gonna throw that epsom
And we just gonna throw a party
And I'm gonna just throw my teflon
Cause family be that plug though
And I ain't even flexin
But twin bro be that Victor
And Big Cause be that Chef Sean

I said don't stop, in what you be
In what you do, don't stop

Ayo I wanna thank, Mc Tree mama
I wanna thank Fox mama, I wanna thank Robbie mama
Lili mama, Peter mama
My mama, my dad mama
Your mama, I wanna thank moms
I wanna thank, L-Boog mama
I wanna thank Tom Fool mama
I wanna thank, Talent mama, Marcus mama
I wanna thank, Thelonious mama
Vic mama, Reese mama
I just wanna, I wanna thank anybody
whose been a mother to a motherless child
I love you mommy
10day
I hope y'all had a good time
Agh!

chance the rapper - how great

[intro: my cousin nicole]
How great is our god
Sing with me, how great is our god
All will see how great is our god
How great is our god
Sing with me, how great is our god
All will see, how great, how great, is our god
Name above all names
Worthy of all praise
And my heart will sing how great is our god
Name above all names
Worthy of all praise
And my heart will sing how great is our god
How great is our god
Sing with me, how great is our god
All will see how great is our god
How great, is our god
Sing with me, how great is our god
All will see, how great, how great
How great, how great, how great, how great, is our god

[intro skit]
The first, is that god is better than the world's best thing
God is better than the best thing that the world has to offer
[verse 1: chance the rapper]
Magnify, magnify, lift it on high
Spit it spotify to qualify a spot on his side
I cannot modify or ratify, my momma made me apple pies
Lullabies and alibis
The book don't end with malachi
Devil will win employee of the month by the dozen
'til one score and three years
From the third when he doesn't
My village raised 'em a child
Come through the crib and it's bustin'
You meet anyone from my city, they gon' say that we cousins
Shabach barak, edify
Electrify the enemy like hedwig till he petrified
Any petty peter petigrew could get the pesticide
79Th, 79th, I don't believe in science
I believe in signs
Don't believe in signing, I seen dollar signs
Color white collar crime
Good god, the gift of freedom
Hosanna santa invoked and woke up slaves
From southampton to chatham manor
My dream girl's behind me, feel like I'm james early
The type of worship make jesus come back a day early
With the faith of a pumpkin-seed-sized mustard seed
Hear, for I will speak noble things as entrusted me
Only righteous, I might just shrug at the skullduggery
I couldn't stand to see another rapper lose custody
Exalt, exalt, glorify
Descend upon the earth with swords
And fortify the borders where your shorties lie
I used to hide from god
Ducked down in the slums like "shh"

[verse 2: jay electronica]
I was lost in the jungle like simba after the death of mufasa
No hog, no meerkat, hakuna matata by day
But I spent my night time fighting tears back
I prayed and prayed and left messages
But never got no hear back, or so it seemed
A mustard seed was all I needed to sow a dream
I build the ark to gently, gently
Row my boat down noah's stream
Sometimes the path I took to reach
My petty goals was so extreme
I was so far down in the mud couldn't even let my light shine
But you was always there
When I needed to phone a friend or use a life line
From a lofty height we wage war
On the poltergeist with the exalted christ
Spark the dark with the pulse of light
Strike a corpse with a pulse of life
I spit on the tidal it's tidal waves
I spit on the apple and kill a worm
A fire in cali will swallow a valley
For every african village burned
Jay elect would've never made it
O' son of man, o' son of man
Who was the angel in revelations with a foot
On water and a foot on land?
Who was the angel that rode a harley from
The project to the house of parliament
And opened the book in the devil's chamber
And put the true name of the lord in it?
Old jerusalem, new jerusalem
Comes like this beast with a ball of fire
They poisoned the scriptures
And gave us the pictures of false messiahs
It was all a lie
Mystery babylon, tumbling down
Satan's establishment crumbling down
This is the year that I come for the crown
Bury my enemies under the ground

chance the rapper