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[Verse 1 - Chore Boy]
They shoot lasers to the sky, made the hurricanes come
Point guns at the wind when they should've just run
Feed us trash out of orange bags
Pills when we bored or sad
Feet at the borderline
Shield and a sword of glass
They been telling me that I been dreaming too lofty
Tryna weigh me down, round, killing me softly
I been tryna show them I can do it myself
I been tryna show me I can do it
I been a creator since the dawn of my time
Got the world inside my hands because it's all in my mind
And I can people it with beats I know my heart will provide
Sanguine synchronicity as I impart blood to mine
Made a man and a woman from my blood sweat and tears
In a week I make what some did in years
Cause they live in fear
And partially they scared of me
Pictures for posterity reveal my posture's rarity
Nobody can stand shoulder to shoulder to I
They all sad, slumped, hunched over, or blown to the side
I make daily mistakes, but mine get ramifacized
I could entrance or infect you off of a cancerous vibe
I've, hit my stride, I need my benevolence
I'm with my BelovedGang, I am in my element
I don't need a John or a Paul or a Peter
Don't need peace on earth, and I don't need believers
I need deviants, delinquents, fiends deceivers
Wife beaters, NFL owners and wide receivers
So I can teach your worst to be the best of myself
Let em mutter under breathes if it helps
Cause my words are incantations
This vessel just a manifested incarnation
Of a spirit that's been trampled all over throughout the ages
But endures endowed eternal in gospel or proclamation
I don't have belief or religion, I have faith
Don't have a God except for myself, so I have grace
I accept myself, so I have grace
We living in a sad place, but happiness is that way
So it goes
[Chorus - Ryan Amador]
I'm on a ladder to Olympus
And I'm trying to get home for you
On a ladder to Olympus
And I'm holdin on, holdin on
I'm holding on to you
[Verse 2 - Chore Boy]
I take a step toward your nestled eye
I give regards to the best goodbye
Heaven's time
And we been holding on
And we been holding on
I've made sacrifices and bad calls
Back against the wall, head against the asphalt
Somehow I'm still not diminished
I been on a ladder to Olympus
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[Chorus - Chore Boy]
Circle round a circle full of fire
Campsite
Campsite
Doin circles round a circle full of fire
Campsite
Campsite
Everyone stuck in the orbit now
Campsite
Everyone tryna get warm right now
Camp-camp-camp-
Circle round a circle full of fire
Campsite
Campsite
Doin circles round a circle full of fire
Campsite
Campsite
Everyone stuck in the orbit now
Campsite
Everyone tryna get warm right now
Camp-camp-camp-
[Verse 1 - Vagabond Maurice]
Melancholy lover who writes in past tense /
Penning out my frequency till my last breath /
Orbit outer wisdom, to peer through, the prism /
Of inner spirits, my lyrics reflect, solar systems / So /
What is my place in the universe? /
When I carry stars in each verse? /
Shrug Atlas, holding the world's magic / (I'm)
Off axis, tightroping on blessings / (Seeing)
The world's canvas, count frames in Abacus /
Holy grails, I sail through / leylines to touch minds /
Raphael Saadiq in my overture /
Over analyze the star's posture /
Seeing works of art in my astral chart /
Turning out the arch, of my soul's mark /
Interlocking knowledge of my freedom,
Voicing my reflection like I've done this before like /
I've done this before /
I've been here before /
I've seen this before /
I've felt this before like /
We've always done this /
[Verse 2 - Chore Boy]
We've always done this
We've always done this
Nights in the woods I could really see the stars
They don't really seem that far
Wonder what they got around they arms
Orbitals and bands
Whole nother world inside a hand
Rotate rotate,
Heads around me spin
Interstellar journeys that we finna begin
Everything is everythin
In a minute I could see to the sun
Light a fire when it's season is done
Fiat lux
Moths to a flame Milky Way arranged
Always have three eyes one lay awake
Peace on layaway
Wave on greater lengths
(Breath - breath - breath - breath) - I can feel it warming up
I can see the way it's bout to bout to be
I can see the way it was
I can see the way it always be
[Outro - Chore Boy]
]Circle round a circle full of fire
Campsite
Campsite
Doin circles round a circle full of fire
Campsite
Campsite
Circle round a circle full of fire
Campsite
Campsite
Doin circles round a circle full of fire
Campsite
Camp-camp-camp-camp-
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[Verse 1 - Chore Boy]
We've always done this
I've always done this
If I could truly, only service words I'd leave behind a legacy
of larger contribution than an outcome of amusements
I've been outdone in my time by all the vices of the necessary
Crippled me, cradled me, left me sedentary
Next of Dead and Buried bade from birth for goodbyes
A dispersed type of person who hurts on the sides
Like the margins of marginalized
And the center feels further with time
With no purpose divined
While with cursive I render what's wrong with I write
With the curse of a person who learned from inside
Where to nurture is nature but out in the wild
The furthest of notions goes farthest I find
A fine predicament for one prone to problems
Turn prose from their passing as value absconded
With grateful panache that I stumbled upon it
The Grapes of a Wrath turned to wine for the wanting
I'm wanting
And maybe when I drink this drink,
And I think about the thinking thunk to make me think,
I'll change these things
A cup for the puddle
Picture of a God in his Struggle
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[Chorus - Chore Boy]
I didn’t see you at temple
I swear I see through your temples
You better mind me
You better mind me
You better mind me
[Verse 1 - Chore Boy]
Don’t lie to me
You the type who only love Jesus on his birthday
Don’t lie to me
Undermine the meaning of belief in the first place
Imma need a little more devotion
Imma need a little dedication
You should really watch out for some omens
You should know that God has many faces
Eyes in many places
Watch out lil, watch out lil Judas
Pocket of coins how you do us
Go head n buy you some new stuff
I’ll retire you to new dust
Fury fire and and illusion
Don’t lie to me
I’ll haunt your soul for eternity
I’ll leave you burnin for spurning me
Burn for me, burn for me
[Chorus - Chore Boy]
I didn’t see you at temple
I swear I see through your temples
You better mind me
You better mind me
You better mind me
[Verse 2 - Chore Boy]
In the name of the Lord
Chore Boy - the name of the Lord
No faces to save anymore
Good gracious my reign is a pour
I’m intoxicating
They all doppelganging
Tryna be me
Kinda flattering and kinda creepy
Always hiding when they try to seek me
When I show up they don’t know what to do-
Bring a gloom or a glow to the room-
Give me alter like you supposed to do-
Or take shelter cause a storm finna brew-
[Chorus - Chore Boy]
I didn’t see you at temple
I swear I see through your temples
You better mind me
You better mind me
You better mind me
[Verse 3 - Chore Boy]
Dragon in the octopus room
(Dragon in the octopus room)
Smoke and ink
Broke your drink
Close to brink
from the lows you sink
Virgin Mary you heckle her
With Rosé in your sepulcher
No eucharist, you useless
Ain’t read the text, perusin it
Never take my benignness for kindness
I could cross the line anytime, switch
Ruin your whole life, get mal-i-gnant
Don’t make me remind you to mind him
[Chorus - Chore Boy]
I didn’t see you at temple
I swear I see through your temples
You better mind me
You better mind me
You better mind me
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[Intro - Chore Boy (mumbled)]
Blood for their wine cups
They thirsty
Better pour
Know I'll rise again they drink outta the reservoir
Sore sight for my eyes, but why lie
I foresaw everythin that's in your hindsight
I'm my mind
And I ain't even wanna
I ain't even wanna
I ain't even wanna
I do mushrooms & rap that's about it...
[Verse 1 - Chore Boy]
I got a garden full of buried hatchets
And a shovel for the snatchin when ideas hatchin
I don't crack shells of eggheads, I poke holes
Then I sit back behold as the yolk flows
Slow, all over something funny
Had to make a joke outta humpty dumpties
As long as these lungs is pumping
I'm stunting
Took a leap of faith while they were bungee jumping
Down low and never cared about the come up
Percussion when I hit the bottom what I drum up
Put my hands high in the air and now the sun up
I guess I'll figure out my summit at the sum-up
[Chorus - Chore Boy]
They would sell me out for silver
But my soul gold
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My soul gold
They would sell me out for silver
But my soul gold
-what it cost?
What it cost? What it fuckin cost?
They would sell me out for silver
But my soul gold
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My soul gold
They would sell me out for silver
But my soul gold
-what it cost?
What it cost? What it fuckin cost?
[Bridge - Chore Boy]
My soul gold
My soul gold
They would sell me out for silver but my soul gold
They would sell me out for silver but my soul gold
[Verse 2 - Chore Boy]
Ain't no rest for the wicked
Second hand wick of the sweat for me when it's tickin'
Secondhand smoke if you step into my position
Forever on a mission, perpetual is my vision
Irreparable is the damage if you been burning our bridges
I'm cross that you'd try to cross me, burn crossings now at this crossing
It cost you more than a scrimmage, it's war now
Torn down more to settle scores before than you ever bore out
Withered this little group to its core, down
To the elite, they etudiez me
Who do they seek? - GOD
And who do they see?
Me, cause they too blind and too meek
The whole world is theirs
Gods in their struggle gave their souls to cares
Bibles in the verses that I wrote for them
There is only hope their is no certain
Life is really all worth it
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We are all perfect
Still...
[Chorus - Chore Boy]
They would sell me out for silver
But my soul gold
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My soul gold
They would sell me out for silver
But my soul gold
-what it cost?
What it cost?
They would sell me out for silver
But my soul gold
-
My soul gold
They would sell me out for silver
But my soul gold
-what it cost?
What it cost? What it fuckin cost?
[Outro - Chore Boy]
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[Chorus - Chore Boy]
I think that I'm God they said I think you got a complex
I said that it's mental, tried to put me in a complex
I belong on Complex, this shit isn't complex
Swear to me I'm Godlike, God-God-Godlike
[Verse 1 - Chore Boy]
Chorlie Chaplain out of Stratford
Doin a dance over rap chords
With that passion that they ask for
This is mass, or
This is war either way pew, pew
Take a knee better choose to
Duck and cover make like duck duck goose and hope that something higher keepin you you
That's a disgrace
Get in touch with you and this grace
Stand up with your head high
Live and let live let the dead die
I been a man on a mission
You been a man in a mission
One of us has got the walls up so it's obstructing our vision
Synchronitic rhythm of my life got me tuned in
We all work together with the worst shit that we doin
Look at me - confusion
That's a path you're choosin
My ideas shock you cause my circuit's more conducive
You'd electroshock me
'Hind my back you mock me
I been at the top and bout to blow like Cotopaxi
You don't see what I see, try to break and stop me
I held it together under pressure like epoxy
[Chorus - Chore Boy]
I think that I'm God they said I think you got a complex
I said that it's mental, tried to put me in a complex
I belong on Complex, this shit isn't complex
Swear to me I'm Godlike, God-God-Godlike
[Verse 2 - Chore Boy]
I just hit the bottom and it opened to the top side
I been in the coffin six feet under and would not die
I been goin cross eyed lookin at the top prize
Chillin with my dogs but ain't nobody got my paw size
Man it's been a long time -
Time to wake up on the third day
BelovedNights on a Thursday
Word is my bond and the work pays
Song a week again what is wrong with me
Verse in your palm in the psalm you read
I did it honestly
That feel like God to me
That feel like God to me
[Chorus - Chore Boy w/ AbbyV]
I think that I'm God they said I think you got a complex
I said that it's mental, tried to put me in a complex
I belong on Complex, this shit isn't complex
Swear to me I'm Godlike, God-God-Godlike
[guitar solo - Josh Yelden]
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[Chore Boy (& #BelovedGang)]
On the seventh day I rest
(On the eighth day I go)
No one looking to impress
(You can't fake a halo)
You just gotta do your best
(Deep inside I know)
(God struggles)
Yes I do
(God struggles)
Hell fuckin yes I do
(God struggles)
Believe Me
(God struggles)
Believe in me
[Bonus Track - No False Idols ft. GreediPhresh & Queen Trashley]
[Chorus - Chore Boy]
No false idols, no false idols
No false idols, no false idols
If I ever put my faith in you, you better worship me
If you really wanna make it through you better worship me
[Verse 1 - GreediPhresh]
[Chorus - Chore Boy]
No false idols, no false idols
No false idols, no false idols
If I ever put my faith in you, you better worship me
If you really wanna make it through you better worship me
[Verse 2 - Queen Trashley]
[Chorus - Chore Boy]
No false idols, no false idols
No false idols, no false idols
If I ever put my faith in you, you better worship me
If you really wanna make it through you better worship me
[Verse 3 - Chore Boy]
Ooo - holy water
Got the room - underwater
Had a few - now a couple quarters
Who smokin? Who smokin?
Booms - now I'm touchin divinity
I wish mushrooms on my enemies
Dissertation of my papacy
They lose faith and here's a vacancy
And so lately they takin me
Ansel Adams how the world dark
Only honest news is Worldstar
All alarmist how they fakin news
They just wanna keep you hatin you
That's the type of shit that Satan so
That's the type of shit I don't like
No idols I don't find on my God type
Every Eve Adam's apples and oranges
I know temptation the origin
Every story been told bout repentance pretentious
I meant what I said I'm tremendous, the Lord of men
Ignorance is now a poor defense
My importantness is so immense
You been sleepin, I don't go to bed
I hold the whole world on shoulders bent
At the knee to me
You don't like it but you needin me
20,000 leagues beneath my feet
People breathe the air I leave for thee
Underwater with a cup for the ...
You a God in its struggle, a God in his-
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A God In His Struggle, the new 7-trak EP from Chicago's Chore Boy, tells the story of the starving artist through the rapper's eyes. Full of both self-assuredness and desperation, AGIHS explores the vivid mindscape of the creative type - where faith in oneself is often a saving grace.
recorded at Second Bedroom Studio, Chicago
exec prod. Brad Kemp
mix&master. Brad Kemp
#BelovedGang
released January 7, 2018
