Chance isn’t modest, though — at least, not about his ambition. He’s connected enough and comfortable enough to get a rare verse by the hip-hop specter Jay Electronica on “How Great,” corral Justin Bieber for a cameo on “Juke Jam” and to refer to Beyoncé as “Auntie Yoncé.” And though “Coloring Book” is advertised as a mixtape, it’s as tightly orchestrated as any album, full of guests who feel the same: Lil Wayne and 2 Chainz, clever on “No Problem”; a scrappy Young Thug and a startlingly great Lil Yachty on “Mixtape.”

That song is Chance’s statement of economic purpose: “How can they call themselves bosses when they got so many bosses?/You gotta see what your boss say/I get it straight out the faucet.” His resentment about record labels is mid-1990s in spirit, but transposed for an era in which an artist with his gifts doesn’t need one to succeed. (“Coloring Book” is currently available as an Apple Music streaming exclusive; it eventually will be released more widely, though will not be made available for sale.) He frames this distaste in religious terms: “They want four-minute songs/You need a four-hour praise dance performed every morn.”

Of course, in Chance’s universe, the pop song is the praise song. He’s a slick warrior for independent artists, for the sanctity and sanity of his hometown, for his family, for the Lord. Mr. West has been juggling concerns exterior and interior, big and small for more than a decade. With Chance, there’s no more need to juggle.