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Barcode: Chance The Rapper Wields A Lyrical Lightsaber On “Ultra Light Beam”

Chance The Jedi

On his verse from Kanye West’s “Ultra Light Beam,” Chance The Rapper expertly pulls off the guest MC’s delicate balancing act of paying homage to his host while completely owning his song. Following Kelly Prices’s soul-stirring confessional at the 2:35 mark, Chance eases us into his soliloquy with some passionately sung bars of near apostolic contrition. Then he crowd surfs across continents, staking his claim as a forebear of the lyrical and spiritual arts, declaring his plans to deliver us from evil.  Maybe sensing that he’s running away with the track he then pivots to bow to his host, spitting that he “made Sunday Candy, I’m never going to hell/ I met Kanye West, I’m never going to fail” even raising the anxiety in his voice to pantomime Kanye’s frantic cadence on “Otis.”

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Chance then goes on to imagine the Lord as a whimsical architect who wraps the world in a rainbow as an afterthought after flooding it. The verse closes with some parting “Chiraq” shots to Spike Lee and Wesley Snipes just to remind us that this verse comes courtesy of one of Chi-Town’s finest.

Watch Chance perform the verse on SNL and read the lyrics below.


When they come for you, I will shield your name

I will field their questions, I will feel your pain

They don’t know, they don’t

They don’t know, they don’t know

Foot on the Devil’s neck ’til it drifted Pangaea

I’m moving all my family from Chatham to Zambia

Treat the demons just like Pam

I mean I fuck with your friends, but damn, Gina

I been this way since Arthur was anteater

Now they wanna hit me with the woo wap the bam

Tryna snap photos of familia

My daughter look just like Sia, you can’t see her

You can feel the lyrics, the spirit coming in braille

Tubman of the underground, come and follow the trail

I made Sunday Candy, I’m never going to hell

I met Kanye West, I’m never going to fail

He said let’s do a good ass job with Chance three

I hear you gotta sell it to snatch the Grammy

Let’s make it so free and the bars so hard

That there ain’t one gosh darn part you can’t tweet

This is my part, nobody else speak

This is my part, nobody else speak

This little light of mine

Glory be to God, yeah

I’mma make sure that they go where they can’t go

If they don’t wanna ride I’mma still give them raincoats

Know what God said when he made the first rainbow

Just throw this at the end if I’m too late for the intro

Ugh, I’m just having fun with it

You know that a n*gga was lost

I laugh in my head

Cause I bet that my ex looking back like a pillar of salt

Ugh, cause they’ll flip the script on your ass like Wesley and Spike

You cannot mess with the light

Look at lil Chano from 79th

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