As introspective as the drug that provides this album’s namesake, Chance the Rapper knows how to make you think. And laugh. And nod your head. I don’t know many rappers who can use a loop of themselves coughing and make it work. His beats and his wordplay are so far up on that next level that he can do crap like that and make it look like a master stroke. Because it is. He clearly has a big heart, a big brain, and a probably a perforated sheet of something-something in his fridge. Hell of a combo in the rap game.