The Coming of Age Ritual, by Preacher vs Choir

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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1.	Better Than Ever 01:54	lyrics	buy track
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
2.	Zombies 01:46	lyrics	buy track
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"
3.	Rap is Dead 02:09	lyrics	buy track
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
4.	The Last Days 03:17	lyrics	buy track
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
5.	Never Gave a Fuck 01:50	lyrics	buy track
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...
6.	Hunt You Down 03:52	lyrics	buy track
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
7.	Schooled 02:32	lyrics	buy track
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
8.	Rap Game Ron Swanson 03:12	lyrics	buy track
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

about

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.

credits

released November 13, 2016

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