The Coming of Age Ritual

by Preacher_vs_Choir

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FreeBorne Family Ever want to get into your car naked, pick fights with meter maids and remind the drive-thru worker that they are offering up their own bodies to an occult god they didn't even know exists? Yeah, that's what's up when this record plays. Angst, yeah sure, if you don't pay attention. Listen to the breath pattern of a tantric yogi rapping his way into an argument with Buddha over who picks up the check. Fuck you, Buddha, pay me. Let's hear that next album now. Favorite track: Rap Game Ron Swanson.
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The Coming of Age Ritual is a story about an angry and disenchanted young man reluctantly carving his way into adulthood while fighting to maintain the creativity and wonder that is often times snuffed out by successfully doing so. Anarchist views entwined with occultic path working have culminated into a solo venture strung together over dystopian beats and jazzy melodies sure to offend so much as it intrigues. The tracks chronicle the disappointment of coming to grips with the false promises of a society built on facades while admitting that life might not have any inherent meaning other than that which we create ourselves. The album is the product of longtime friends and contributors, a labor of love and hate. It is truly born of the hearts and minds that have made Preacher vs Choir the collective that it is today.

Special shots out to:
Shannon, Trent, Garrett, James, Vieve, Sean, Mary, Bob, Jessica, Kaus, Emphasize, Introspect, Duke, Scott, Nate, Michael, Ben, E3, Beluga, Ca'Darius, Edgar, Willy Guttz, Hands, ZeoH DeeH, Sighphur, Ethyx, Beehive, iD, JoeMama, Pnutz, Nick Nayme, Izze, Jon Wesley, Thirdrail, Sleeve, Gages, Uplift, Vin, Chloe, Xtian, Porkchop, Interrupt, Jimmy Jazz, May & Riddlore, Sasquax, Mike Eagle, tenshun, Flash, D'Sol, the Cypher in the Park massive, Hidden San Diego, The First Power Crew, and everyone else who helped us along the way.
We love yall and owe you the deepest gratitude and respect.

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released November 13, 2016

Chris Mosher - vocals, production
Trenton Fister - co-production, art
James Zzyzyzx - drums
Boceway - co-production
Sean Fenton - mixing and mastering

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Preacher_vs_Choir San Diego, California

PVC is the brainchild of Chris Mosher, though many of his close friends participate in the project to varying degrees. With over a decade of writing, rapping, and freestyling under his belt, he has just in the last few years begun to take it somewhat seriously. Having strong ties in the anarchist milieu and the occult scene he has a background unlike most emcees and producers today. ... more

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Track Name: Better Than Ever
I'm better than I've ever been yet still remain a gentlemen
stay checkin on my friends reminding them to take their medicine
aint makin no exceptions, livin life based on preference
for belief is not a weapon it's just shameless pretendin
that chaos is accepting of our silly suggestions
choices can be deadly when they are misdirected
the voice that lead me, the vision that sendeth
rejoice in the medley as he knows it prevented
the noise of the heavies sendin for their henchmen
the plan was to deceive the best of their senses
plant the seeds that bear fruits of resentment
so they cant receive control of the message
not much for following the wills of dead men
mustered all my strength and got a little bit reckless
fuck what you think and start this with breakfast
in the time it takes a leaf to fall from it's branches
turn this beach into another dimension
where Yemaya is loved and respected
I'll fight for freedom even from my deathbed
and never go back to sleep no matter how tempting
it's disgusting that nothing is done when the children in whirlwinds
of parents that punish with numbness the hunger to run with the grunion
or plummet through unlit once sun-kissed now moonlit
by bullshit so stupid and clueless, no fucking excuses they do this
to blueprints to innocent humans
such freedom of movement in a cage so exclusive is an improvement
on days when the foolish had no governments, diets, no to-do lists
and lived like animals in the god damn wilderness
uncharted depths, deep breaths, no more fuckin politicin
what is left, these last steps, I'm an incomplete parlor trick
it's not magick he is no magician
in a mages robe he ties that ribbon
around the tombs entry doors and waits for a signal
if you watch too closely you will see the strings start to glisten
if you listen carefully you will hear what you were really missin
if you feel revolted we were successful with out mission
all that's left to do is state our opposition
this art is not commissioned
this is not a fucking religion
these thoughts are just symptoms
signs of an underlying condition
you cant blame the sick
for the mother fuckin sickness
Track Name: Zombies
Fresh from the depth like I got nothin left
awaited my return hope they held they breath
sick to the bone straight monster to the marrow
I passed the time lockin eyes with the scarecrow
wanna follow my lead but they scared to let go
shoulda coulda woulda said fuck this fashion show
so stay in your lane unless you plan to overthrow
the banks that regulate and the pigs that patrol
how we think, fuck, fight, and pursue goals
you need a diamond encrusted designer skull
with the latest built in mobile phone
to quell the fear of ever bein alone
I'd trade every last thing I fuckin own
if it meant that we could get wholly ghost
from the swinging of that metronome
to the coldest game I've ever known
the lights are on but no one's home
stay dumb yet smart like Al Capone
my beautiful design is overgrown
its aimless hate that I don't condone
you wont catch me on that megaphone
maintaining the heat like a crucible
a little bit magician a lot bit fool
they reserve my room at chapel terrible
bored of games they don’t have a clue
about domino effects or the crap shoot
no gods no masters shoots or ladders
wove like lattice a high score average
no apparatus or sports enhancements
disenchanted pure stage magic
the smile of acid through utter madness
seems outlandish but just like I planned it

move to the beat with your arms like zombies
get mad like one of em just ate your mommy
got us on edge like we aint no had coffee
lookin like "I dare em to try and stop me"
Track Name: Rap is Dead
tell me I'm not right
rap has fucking been dead
180 proof poison
10 percent medicine
candy wrapper shit they say the cancer is the cure
high school hierarchy disregards our ancestors
at best that shit is trite leftist trash
it aint for insurrection it's just for cash
rap became a fashion just like punk used to be
what was once my only friend became my coldest enemy
if movements are systems and all systems tend to kill
then movements are the mayhem of the unfulfilled
rap became a movement when we felt completely lost
leaders sold out and all those lines got crossed
when rap narcissism was our so called napalm
Nas and Jay patented the hydrogen bomb
preachin exploitation, money mongers, self enslaved
suckers of the system that got paid to dig our mass graves
tired of these liars tryin to keep me in my class
I have zero fuckin interest in joining a superstar cast
I pray they all one day burn in their piles of cash
or better still the entire scene just up and collapse
now everybody knows what the fuck is really wrong
stay petty and vacant so of course they have conformed
wise to their shit but plagued by idealogues
say they write with their hand but those are Rambo's arms
me who am I? do I just want to see it burn?
over the years there are a few things I have learned
need no fuckin business man to promote all my angles
stay steady duckin the carrots that fame and fortune dangle
I see the blanks loaded in their binding fear
the social elite kicking heartless raps in the mirror
I scrutinize, I bide my time
while it tears at the seams
the scorpions might attack
but the system dont feel nothing
Track Name: The Last Days
the world's greatest hypnotist is a little glowing box
conditioning and imprinting what you mistake for thoughts
and as the sun gets brighter and hotter somehow they hide
weave their plan to cull 95 percent into the environment
issues they create when they collapse their own banks
they invited me to join I said, "no fuckin thanks"
history is a series of failed attempts to
control what they call citizens and today
we live in their greatest of successes friends
we could break away if we truly understood these lessons
like how you gonna live in a world this fucked up and not ask any questions?
it's a sick slow death or so they want you to believe that there's no time left
but until our last breath
we will hunt the enemy until they're laid to rest
darling you have been deceived
now wont you come with me

these are the last fucking days of what I am not sure
the plans for their empire but it could be our future
they say the devil's in the details, maybe we know too much
prepared and positive but is that really enough

these are the last fucking days of what I am not sure
the plans for their empire but it could be our future
they say the devil's in the details, maybe we know too much
prepared and positive let's hope they dont call our bluff

when they make the chip mandatory what will you do?
what if resisting means no healthcare,water, or food
how do you fight when you have nothing left to give
they think they own the property rights and decide who gets to live
we are surviving in a rigged and predatory environment
like a sterile museum's uncomfortable silence
you can feel something coming but you cant quite see it
as we slip into the last phase of humans being
the dominant species of this earth
let's band together and give them what the fuck that they deserve
the cunning ape known as man and his lust to conquer
all that he sees the least peacible of beings
taught to live like a disease
in the calculated conditioning of centuries
the careful planning of a few royal families
it's public knowledge that their is a clear family tree
they're all but one related to that king
that doesn't happen randomly
answer all my questions
dont dare tell me no lies
I can tell what you're thinkin
by the look in your eyes

these are the last fucking days of what I am not sure
the plans for their empire but it could be our future
they say the devil's in the details, maybe we know too much
prepared and positive but is that really enough

these are the last fucking days of what I am not sure
the plans for their empire but it could be our future
they say the devil's in the details, maybe we know too much
prepared and positive let's hope they dont call our bluff
Track Name: Never Gave a Fuck
never gave a fuck
had no reason that I ought to
I was corrupt enough
that those trails tend to haunt you
blood on my hands
as I point in judgement
it's not what I planned
but I knew the shit was comin
lost my best friends
as I watched them plummet
thought to myself
what the fuck is this numbness
the drugs made me sick
so there was no enjoyment
I felt ill equipped to destroy my own shit
it was truly a gift
to be cursed with sickness
it felt deliberate
regardless I had wished
to follow on a maiden voyage to the abyss
to my disappointment life had other interests
thought I was insane not just a little different
thought I'd play their game not just be a victim
had no tools or skills
just a cog in the system
but I was beckoned by those ancient rhythms
to fight for freedom from these sickening conditions
not just to suppress all of the surfacing symptoms
but come to a place of total remission
the terminal illness known as planned indifference
overcome. guilt ridden, insatiable, and forbidden
blurred lines, bloody linens, end before the beginning
took a tone too surreal to bother with questions
I'd atoned and appealed for some form of redemption
all alone you know the feel of cumbersome dead ends
so if you will please leave a message...
I'll do my best to call you back after I've had breakfast
and even pretend to have learned all of my lessons
embedded an internal and a personal prison
where we are both the predator and the victim
the psychiatric patient and the practicing physician
unable to identify the monster lurking within
living in constant fear of one's own actions
how does this all happen?
but we just kept on rappin...
Track Name: Hunt You Down
Change'll hunt you down and make you dig your own grave
if you try to maintain neutrality on a moving train...

His life was simple, unspectacular and plain
He'd loom at the window like an animal encaged
the stillness stood as a testament to the malaise
longing for something, anything to change

oh but the priestess was so sad and ashamed
how do yah make an omelet out of broken eggs?
his friends from back home out for his birthday
they came to bear witness to their charade

brung a jailbreak cake, with tools for his escape
not a moment to late, they hatches his get-a-way
put the pieces of the puzzle in their rightful place
you could tell he was leavin cause his bed was made

quit his job, left the girl, packed the dog
and bounced
drive was long, against the world, glad he's gone
for now
things he saw, thought and heard, made him strong
and loud
head the call, not the words, was he all
too fuckin proud?

Change'll hunt you down and make you dig your own grave
if you try to maintain neutrality on a moving train
it came on suddenly and they begged him to stay
If he could've he wouldn't but couldn't do it anyway x2

He breaks the border to the gateway and hesitates
synchronistic shuffle welcome ta californ i a
he laughs then composes himself, tries to act sane
takes his dog on a short walk and then like a cavalcade...

barreled down the highway like he was giving chase
or chasing a victim down to his white knuckled fate
before he ever arrives the party disseminates
there's an eerie calm but oh you just fuckin wait

turns out his partner lived no differently
mistook greed for power, anger for empathy
you are a reflection of the players on your team
wouldn't it be funny if we all dreamed the same dreams?

its how well you wear your scars that's interesting
it is painfully obvious that we all suffer equally
maybe not the same sort of inequality
and I know it's hard to believe but, you must trust me

Change'll hunt you down and make you dig your own grave
if you try to maintain neutrality on a moving train
it came on suddenly and they begged him to stay
If he could he wouldn't but couldn't do it anyway x2

his choices are to return to his wayward family
or trudge on for shit pay, diggin graves, endlessly
after little debate, again he plans to leave
got no coconspirators and got no enemies

down down to diego where the heat is obscene
at wits end, in constant pain, y'all know what it mean
cards on the table, got active in the scene
sellin snake oil to the local creeps

tried to burn it down when they caught onto the scheme
turns out fire needs something that was green
desert sun dries the surface with blistering heat
somehow responded to the snake oil positively…

his life became simple, unspectacular and plain
until he joined hands with that one woman
she made it alright for the world to end
or to take to the road and do it all over again

that fork in the road and those wounds that wont mend
you can run, you can hide, you waste your time hoping
or stare the devil in his eyes, lean in close and say
"this is my game, I decide how it is played..."

Change'll hunt you down and make you dig your own grave
if you try to maintain neutrality on a moving train
it came on suddenly and they begged him to stay
If he could've he wouldn't but couldn't do it anyway x2
Track Name: Schooled
I'd always hated school
I had better shit to do
teachers, students, and their rules
the feelings became mutual
when examining the clues
I noticed something unusual
I was being groomed for
a god damned a cubicle
or to do the inexcusable
it's funny how life maneuvers you
to do what you're supposed to
if you honor the proposal
and maintain your composure
the path unfolds before ya
and the game hands over
your very own controller
Prussian school reformers
sought a world of conformists
predictable little products
controllable and homogenous
the utopia of monsters
slave bank trade alma maters
discontent with the harvest
they became people farmers
they should be embarrassed
we've seen the stick and the carrot
they're so sickly and arrogant
these colonists called americans
control the minds of children
not the bodies of billions
build the brain into a prison
trap obedient citizens

Anyone that to tell ya how to live your life
is showing they're too wrong to ever be right
there aint nothing to fear some day we all die
the limits are illusions we have been hypnotized

I said fuck it and bailed, never looking back again
knowing I'd prevail as a much better strategist
but trying to force people to do as you wish
its either mission abort or have a paradigm shift
chose the latter position and welcomed the eclipse
didn't yet comprehend what reeeal pain is
all the boats kept afloat by my loose lips
as the waves crashed up against this sinking ship
knew Poseidon came to claim what was his
so I walked my own plank all stupid self righteous
when my feet got wet the sky cracked with lightning
zues took a breath, and the gods kept fighting
don't know what I'm doing but I'm sure its the right thing
drawing lines in the sand and though they might be
revised at any time, shit is lookin unlikely
I try to do right but, hope my son's nothin- like me
sounds kinda cold but there's shit you cant unsee
certain scars rarely heal in damaged psyches
certain curses take you down to the depths of the sea
so when he asks should he sail away I'll say certainly

Anyone that to tell ya how to live your life
is showing they're too wrong to ever be right
there aint nothing to fear some day we all die
the limits are illusions we have been hypnotized
Track Name: Rap Game Ron Swanson
put the cult in culture
I’m no fucking commodity
took for a supporter
I feel zero camaraderie
the anti hero but why so fearful?
I adhere to no view or philosophy
no-good nor evil, base or beastial
normal people’s Mideval ontology
unbelievable they see no equal
state and steeple, spiritual lobotomy
built my ship from all this wreckage
you can’t cap size Chris, never learned to sink
throw bitch fits, I go nuclear eclipse
battleship with mystics, scourge of the seas
break the laws of physics with feigned disinterest
don’t abide tradition, I’m not sure I’m infinite
dead language limits, the potency of limericks
what I envision’s no different than my kinsmen
let’s say we’re victims, who’s really innocent
slaves by submission, playin cowboys and indians
no fuckin interest in, politics or religions
the rule of ignorance, humankind’s imprisonment
they try to call it sedition
we sayin fuck the system,
that’s that short sighted vision
let’s reclaim our existence

Rap game Ron Swanson
I got the finest in handcrafted coffins
Rap game Hunter Thompson
I got drug solution, I aint got no problems
Rap game Mary Poppins
we're cleanin house, we're checkin pockets
Rap game Andy Kaufman
I’ll never die, I’ll never be forgotten

anarchy, anarchy, aint shit for sale
they mad at me, its flattering, a sign I’ll prevail
booked me a room at the bates motel
showers are lovely, I don’t know about the help…
pretty sure I’m not dead but whats that smell?
never dreamed of a life as sleeper cell
I’m much too intrigued by the show and tell
to stay behind the scenes I’m like cointel
I’m the chosen one, oh control yourself
I don’t play for fun, I’m here for the belt
oh such gumption, took an ice age to melt
beats all concussion, but they good for ya health
streets start rumblin, sirens thunderin
depose all government, dethrone the republic
fuck consumption, be freely disruptive
don’t believe nothin, not even my instruction
they know the noose fits, jumping outta cruise ships
such a fuckin nuisance, their news and it’s pollutants
they aint got no excuses, it’s sick and intrusive
we are the nu humans, technology made useless
but I’m just some stupid, person like you is
dont know how to do shit, should go ask confucious
we try to keep it moving, and never make excuses
watchin all our movements, but can’t read the blueprints
that shit’s confusing like quantum fusion
just adaptive mutants, lookin for congruence
we want free usage, with no contributions
but that power’s fluid, don’t get electrocuted
now that our legacy lay in ruins
go on ‘head breathe those fumes in
extinction’s like a family reunion
works better if everyone’s included

Rap game Ron Swanson
I got the finest in handcrafted coffins
Rap game Hunter Thompson
I got drug solution, I aint got no problems
Rap game Mary Poppins
we're cleanin house, we're checkin pockets
Rap game Andy Kaufman
I’ll never die, I’ll never be forgotten