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The Weather Underground

by Chief and TheDoomsdayDevice

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1.
Calling Card 02:58
soon i'll pay for the darkness that i've slipped into without you within you as i began to demonstrate for the umpteenth time how to lace folks with meaningful rhyme this one i craft shall be personalized for the atypical type girls and guys those who don't get hung up on the everyday lies created just to be paraded as an opiate for the masses sedated society where the big fish swim quietly amongst themselves knowing they'll thrive off the chosen few and the other 85 who don't have a clue dust in the wind slept and were swept away once again coming to grips with the fact we are children of men in these last days for always i alone control my destiny and i will never let another get the best of me the pawn they promoted to king simply for the way that i get down and do my thing no feelings no ceilings none of the suspect or dirty dealings i've been doing this too long to manifest at the moment of truth and be set up wrong if you want the party rocked all night long then there are several different ways i amaze the calling card clearly displays i have triple threat status with any hip-hop apparatus paid mad dues if you took a walk in my shoes you could clue into the psyche slightly never been the type to take my words lightly despite the fact that i'm refreshed nightly with innervision decisions to make original man in a subliminal state i alone control my destiny and i will never let another get the best of me i am reality behind the illusion beacon of light in confusion using much more of my brain than any simpleton can guaranteed ace in the hole a mystery man i know my history and i've seen too much repeated and not enough deleted hip-hop will be defeated by either suicide or euthanasia not a label that's major each social class has a representative in this legion of masses excluding those who are plastic snap like human elastic Chief MC : a modern day classic the diplomat kid slid through the ranks then stopped like Tiananmen tanks to give thanks to listeners and those in a similar position faced with a similar decision i alone control my destiny and i will never let another get the best of me
2.
keep all your eyes open and i'll keep hoping that you and i might witness lovelight for a moment own it keep it like a secret that we once told one another in passing this is my passion and it was fashioned from well meaning intentions inventions that may not be made out of necessity motherless children ready and willing to sacrifice lay it all on the line i love life and there's only one kind worth living left to my own devices i could be the true definition of niceness cool in these times of crisis thousand yard stare receiver a true believer check out my unconditional original composition about loving the individual for all time are your eyes still open? i'm still hoping for a chance opportunity to advance and receive balance A alike B alike is how we'll be alike on some old 'wouldn't it be nice if we were older?' wouldn't it be nice if we didn't have this weight to shoulder? another loss and my heart turns colder could it be the reason that i front? wrap up my problems in a blunt? watch it dissipate? recognize my moment of truth and hesitate? i recognize the fact these thoughts can resonate in ways i couldn't even imagine it could even happen to you it's no anomaly people are talking and it pops up commonly in conversation read between the lines or better yet listen and you'll hear it every time the black saint and the sinner lady maybe got a little too close for comfort and started to wonder what would happen if we're strapping in together maybe we could weather the storm perhaps perform a small miracle spherical relation full circle in suspended animation it was my imagination running away without me 'cause it doesn't care about me maybe it teaches me i stand too proudly that i should allow things to flow and then go with it forget about cool calculations micromanaging every single situation the sound of live alliteration history in repetition simple as long division that's why it never works out in the head and chooses other means instead mostly time
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Pay The Man 02:53
my friend sits by the drum i grab the mic device and i cold get dume no resistance dig the polar opposites rocking it and chalking up another victory dig the rap cats building the mystery personally hand picked to make history out of realness ordinary man feels us because it's actually natural the way we're impacting you back on my avenue back in the day we were known to bust raps of a vivid array in a vicious display the way that we rocked it was top notch hypnotic symbolic of the way we were living chances we were given in the face of where we'd been placed in society some folks lied to me said get yourself a college degree and assimilate quietly a chosen few told me do what you do and no matter what happens we'll support you and the choices you make chances you take cages you shake and events that ensue in the wake of you taking a stance dance with the opposition try to better your condition after all, that's what life's all about movement without regret, without doubt pay the man what? pay the man respect hit with solid are full blast off guard hard enough to knock me off balance here's another strange challenge besides living in a whirlwind existence and managing your sanity avidly life nowadays is overrun with 'reality' in quotations and manufactured situations i remember when i used to choose my own adventure as a principle i choose invisible man because i can't stand to be seen in this obscene plan laid where we've all said we've got it made but we've only been played for the gullible one since dollars and cents make you controllable ones fortunate sons but it ain't me so i must be the rule exception no doubt, no question listening when they taught the lesson always be true and always do you pay the man what? pay the man respect we could sit down and fantasize all day but when you open your eyes life gets in the way of your tunnelvision forcing you to advance with caution and second guess every single option that's why we constantly find ourselves lost in-between reality and our mind in some interesting kind of charade a pity parade with a cast of thousands all trapped in public housing stacked like bricks looking for an escape or some quick fix from these predicaments less than zero individuals have no need for heroes the people united cannot be defeated separation keeps administration seated at the top if the bad apple won't drop then chop down the tree with heavy artilery pay the man what? pay the man respect
4.
the phony tough and crazy brave have aligned and the music that they make drives me out of my mind every time that my ears are subjected Big Brother's torture device that is aiming to slice reality from its firm grip on my mentality my arms aren't strong enough to cover my ears from the years of abuse so what's the use in complaining about the monster we produced? down on the street it's loose and runs rampant then with such ease we planted the seeds of illusion and it's grown into a problem of great magnitude and no way of resolving spun out of control lost soul with a heavy agenda great pretender meet the populous dead set on stopping this forward progression of the ones who receive the oppression and abuse i don't see the use in complaining if the name calling and the finger pointing is remaining closed minds training one another for a battle of attrition a friendly fire based mission of madness closing out a decade of sadness the emperor's new clothes cut off his access to rational thought his mind and spine are a yellow streak disguised as a hardline hand over fist top name on a VIP blacklist 'cause i study their tactics i don't need my news delivered by actors i don't need war with private benefactors it used to mobilize a nation now all it does is add to the workingman's frustration echoes of a bygone era communism has a little brother that the world calls terror at the moment -ism's the main component they stomp on the world like they own it i wish i wasn't in the path because when the nunchucks we're all gonna face the wrath statues crumble for me like McGrath in a sense nothing is spared at my expense funny this is i see no benefits not even fringes before my door busts off the hinges the world can't wait they'll scoop us all up and it'll be too late to circulate our opinion number one amendment benefit to so called American living if you don't hide you are driven to the side of course this type will use force to collide with the opposition they don't have time to listen business comes first on this simple mission
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to my man JP, God bless your life to my San Marcos people, God bless your life living on the edge of the knife is a difficult task an insane thing to ask when it feels like i'm sowing but i'm not reaping feels like i'm dreaming but i'm not sleeping lines got crossed and our civil liberties got tossed to the side like trash endless amounts of cash to pour into conflict that we created consciously aided and abetted put a face on the whole thing so that when he was beheaded you would easily forget it i remember when i read 1984 it seemed like a forecast of what was in store for the simple man in the form of information oversaturation all across the nation check out the ill situations as they're paraded across the news stations seems likely that i might be a combination of Spike Lee and David Icke do the right thing with both sides of the brain arrange new ways to calculate loose change add it up to make sense of present tense in relation to the past shine in the shadows cast over the unknown and i'll never have to learn how to operate with my mind blown some of us are show the way given chances to own the day escape from the evil eye and its sway be that as it may all are obligated to pay like they weigh time for me to stray from the pack fully intact locked, loaded and ready for attack leader of the nonchalant pack hand on the curtain and i'm hurting to pull it back people claim to be complex but are not military industrial which sucks for you because all around us you find clues and evidence Drake Equation the Schuman Resonance Patriot Act introduction of crack and heroin to quell revolution the Final Solution COINTELPRO SDS, hell no, we won't go direct action war propaganda Iraq Afghanistan Rwanda 9-11-01 the Fifth of November the Days of Rage and Black September triangular trade was how money was made but now bullets are sprayed and everybody gets paid on Capitol Hill things are unreal and the time hasn't even come yet to reveal the real beneficiary these times are scary when you connect the dots and point light in spots where a shadow was cast you and the men who were hiding butt heads and worlds start colliding nowadays dissenters turn up missing instead of being found dead or locking in prison same song with a brand new sound and it's broadcast live from The Weather Underground
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i take a deep breath and i have now left this plane of existence more than symbolically something out of my reach keeps calling me i can't see it through the haze of the days that i burn away wrecking life and spectators can't turn away from the show i provide no use running 'cause there's nowhere to hide high so i can make the right fall from my calling checking in once again from the mindstate i'm stepping in every once in a while i quote unquote keep the high profile for the sake of my sanity speaking without hints of vanity i never planned to be an advocate of any kind so don't place the blind behind me walking talking irony the sick twist who is quick to dismiss the dumb with the wave of a hand like an aristocrat without the money 'cause i find it funny later on when The Word is intellectualizing rhymes must be hot 'cause smoke keeps rising the third time's a charm we could seal the deal and intellectualize on the real on the real intellectualize on the real we could be the catalyst analyze our own existence and choose where to put up resistance where we want to but somehow stuff becomes you instead of us becoming declarations of that which we choose to be about or what we represent creatures of havit in our chosen element do we even have to spell it out? things are not what human beings should ever worry about those very things are distractions to actions that some would quite simply find astounding events so resounding they couldn't be ignored but the powers that be choose not to report it when did my right to information get afforded to another individual with spiteful interpretation minority view in their eyes the big picture's of no concern to you i'd rather form my own opinion of the situation that i'm living in shape my character thusly put it to a beat so my weapon isn't rusty put it in your hands say thank you, and trust me the after effects i wanna witness shockwaves due to awareness are tremendous one case where size does matter bigger illusion, more glass shattered i might become tattered, torn and frayed but i'll always get mine and will never be afraid to take a next step because i'll never walk alone me, myself and my microphone are set to make it happen so let's seal the deal and intellectualize on the real on the real intellectualize on the real
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High Noon 03:05
once again i'm asking how can i express let alone posses in the midst of unrest and insanity posing for the cameras candidly all the time planning my tragic epilogue critical review you can sing along to the author of that tune walks among you without recognition like a shadow of a shadow hallow being a madman sight-seeing for kicks somewhere between a quick fix and an everlasting gaze is where i spend my days at times i amaze myself with my innocence evidence of a sentiment that convinces me living otherwise is covering my eyes for no reason i can see other than self-demise spiraling filing experiences where i see fit to self-doubt is how they get you taking glamour shots on top of paper moons as i eclipse the son at the stroke of high noon here's a paper thin apology for my actions if they weren't see-through how can i see you in such light? this barrier should be barely visible and easily dismissible if need be i need the feeling that somebody out there needs me like i need a hole in the head like i need my soul to be led by its proverbial hand into the land of analyzed confusion illusion of a chase stuck in a self-imposed case of he's gotta have it walking bad habit anything my little heart desires i fire off rapid check that, i fire off vapidly blank space same face that i made on the day that i met you that i let you invade me persuade me against my will to get lost in the way that i feel taking glamour shots on top of paper moons as i eclipse the son at the stroke of high noon one day soon when all that is now all that is gone all that is come and everything under the sun is in tune but then the sun is eclipsed by the moon those that are wise will not be surprised they shall be aware and we will all stare as one until the course of events has been run and that light comes back to shine on everyone hopefully i'm blinded so that i'm reminded that looking for love makes it harder to find it especially when it weighs on you so heavily that you have to make adjustments to walk steadily words readily prepared can't cut it when your mind gets flooded with a simple and redundant thought here in this particular spot we can see what we've been doing with the time that we've got taking glamour shots on top of paper moons as i eclipse the son at the stroke of high noon
8.
the back of the page is my new domain because one sheet can no longer handle the strain of the burden that i displace the worry and the disgrace the embarrassing distaste left behind it drove me out of my mind to find hip-hop love was the choking kind the all up in your face joking kind the words better left unspoken kind soaking my lines in sarcasm hurl 'em like javelins without a care to where it's traveling i figure wherever they land is where The Word Association will be in demand we've got more rhymes than there's grains of sand and we all dig playing in a traveling band backhand a rapper if his show is bland just because we can but understand we don't wanna spread violence that's not the plan we wanna build with other crews and expand like a fat man's waist band on Thanksgiving Robert Altman type props is how i'm living copycat rappers get cut like ribbons half day closing without Beth Gibbons fibbing about your bank account amount won't impress me let's see you get debt free when the bottom drops from out the music industry and your GED won't get a j-o-b since you spelled quick without the 'c' on a standardized test people have suffered for much less everyone's trying their best to be head above water and be in the black next quarter just to get by and i mean bare necessities everyone hopes would be readily available in our stable society but i step outside and the people eying me see an opportunity for spare change big business makes mad profits i find that such a strange imbalance insane challenge for folks to comprehend so they pretend that the problem isn't there stay unaware by choice and in exchange for your voice you get a trip to their house of stained glass credit card for buying your gas promotion in social class wedding day they play 'At Last' come home to white fence and green grass little red corvette that you can drive fast around a corner hoping that you won't crash because the little red thing cost so much cash it'd be a downright shame to turn it into trash i find that a sad existence therefore i commonly put up resistance making it intense is key basically i'm obsessive compulsive to that which i find repulsive that which offends me that which does harm and acts friendly or any other guise messenger with devious eyes and a fresh new batch of his lies abre los ojos you girls and guys for the time has come to get wise to the facts politicians ride our backs with a reckless abandon gettin' money hand over fist forget protecting our interest all they know is politics of the business we must act as recipient and witness at the same time for this difficult climb
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One Man Army 02:58
built to last blasting reality in all directions imperfection corrected hand selected subjected to rigorous tests blessed with approval upgraded methods of mc removal similar to those from previous prose coming out something like 400 Blows easy to spot among the average joes in proper surroundingshis abilities are astounding enough to have your heart pounding in overtime get your cardiac arrested by digging too deep in the rhyme people say he's out of his mind instead of maybe being wrapped up in his own head some don't listen they'll keep missing the point of why i've taken on this mission if i was an army of one i could still guarantee to my people the job would get done i stand on a mountain and i let intellect spill like a fountain of youth when folks act for the proof of the fact that a latter day prophet cat's got it like that all i can say is take a look at the limitless way we hit you with a vivid array on the regular set your watch type action pure audio-visual satisfaction track's got me so high i might drop like i'm full of sour diesel on a Brooklyn rooftop out of body experience explains how i symbolically removed my own chains that weighed me down keeping me from doing what i have to do before they lay me down suckers won't make a sound dig 'em all pleading the fifth while i'm shooting the gift smooth criminal with a penchant for catching subliminal wreck i play the balance to the check yin to the yang regardless of the state of affairs i'm'a do my thing strong enough to lift every voice and sing ripper with the r-attack plan on the wing walk with a purpose back catalog of verses i use in my search to find ground solid ground beautiful ground following a path similar to falling down long day's journey into night right in front of your eyes to quell false claims and alibis if i was an army of one i could still guarantee to my people the job would get done death to the facist insect that feeds on the common individual whenever he bleeds in between the lines it reads 'our needs will be secondary until we're revolutionary' opinions may vary but it's crystal clear that we're falling deeper into the trap each year running up the slippery slope with a handful of rope working with a hope and a prayer one more chance to use my thousand yard stare i saw it coming i stopped running if i stand my ground i'll take the brunt of the blow possibly throw it off track i know my iron skin will stay intact that's original fact no matter how the cards are stacked against me jealous ones envy the composure of this winter soldier if i was an army of one i could still guarantee to my people the job would get done
10.
as i interrupt your function this is a Chief production made in conjunction with Muggzy people bug me with the question 'how is it you keep you competition second guessing at all times?' every rhyme's unique so we can't get a handle on the words you speak The Word Association's classification is classical slash radical grammatical terrorism the full prism a healthy dosage of knowledge and wisdom understanding there's a 10% that's planning to run things without the authority of the majority my priority now is educate the masses and maybe over time we can climb out the trap thoughts overlap and a pattern emerges that's when the crew surges into action get up, stand up, put a hand up stick with me and we'll stick the man up let's take it all back the wool's been pulled too long and i ain't having that most emcees spit fractions of fiction i spit the facts with conviction and intentions of damaging the foundations where think tanks conjure up situations to make folks frantic brave new tactics the top brass use are at best gigantic insults to anyone with ears apparently we won't take that after a number of years and an election which begs the question i'm asking how is it that these greedy men stole our passion? i can't believe i'm seeing the things i read about in fiction placed in my jurisdiction what's that? they force fact into reality so deep they can't take it back not that they could if they would they rep us but wouldn't step foot in our neighborhood short of looking down the barrel of a gun why be mad? that's just the way that things are done now's a good time to tell your daughter or son that a corporation is an illusion of one illegal business controls America cash rules everything around our hysteria seems like before the government would take care of you they'd bury you alive and that's no jive get up, stand up, put a hand up stick with me and we'll stick the man up let's take it all back the wool's been pulled too long and i ain't having that [ guest verse by Muggzy Flowz ] get up, stand up, put a hand up stick with me and we'll stick the man up let's take it all back the wool's been pulled too long and i ain't having that
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looking through the eye of the needle repairing my past life i discovered false memories of real people i took a minute with that let it sink in and i got to thinking about time and this search that i'm on for some peace of mind seems like i'm finding anything but square peg cut hopelessly lost in this round type rut listened to the whispering wind and things begin to make sense to me once again let me sit you down my friend though i truly cannot explain these thoughts running through my brain why would people feed off pain? suffering for sanity with nothing to gain getting hung up on one moment seems so strange when the world's way just dictates change witnessing the growth from a seed to a tree is relative to that of rapper to emcee in the grand scheme a blink of the all seeing eye quickly running out of tears to cry baby keep your head to the sky and eventually you'll get by sorta like the boy who could fly done without wings or strings medical assistance, chains or rings looking through the eye of the needle repairing my past life i discovered false memories of real people i took a minute with that let it sink in and i got to thinking about love how we get it from above in abundance yet we find a lack thereof as we walk daily so i order my steps in Coltrane directions meditations on a love supreme dreaming that i see reality right behind the eyes of another and we think a similar thought before we blink so it sinks in right where it all happens by instinct because i've buried my actions is thought long enough crying about how time's tough and how everyday's so hard 'cause i seem to rush through the best parts in a hurry to the finishing line the winner who is standing in alone creator of his own demise and in his eyes i can see that he realizes it couldn't be anyone's fault but his own that's a choice we make a journey we take to reach some point that's down the line maybe we can find another path to create double lines tracks to the end divine looking through the eye of the needle repairing my past life i discovered false memories of real people i took a minute with that let it sink in and i got to thinking about life and the way we all live it how we get livid and refuse to forgive it when it turns vivid when it turns back into itself so we get tripped, get flipped for real most people call me Chief and it's my belief each one of us was given a brief amount of time to shine in attempts to find peace of mind release the blind from the wicked design that we refer to as captivity maybe i could stimulate some brain activity in my day so i say why not? it's all that i've got to live for so i give more than the average man can stand on my own two living proof that no man can own you every 9 to 5 is a mission that keeps you hoping and wishing take a good look at yourself in the mirror each night and you might just get a clear view that only you can do you so be true to yourself automatic while you endure static looking through the eye of the needle repairing my past life i discovered false memories of real people i took a minute with that let it sink in and i got to thinking about...
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like Coke La Rock slash Doc Spock original intellect infinite interjecting my thoughts in the proceedings weeding out process so complex that i can't explain i just follow the directions sorta like take two and swallow fucky dialect projected as China Syndrome with a touch of Placebo Effect the live wires connect to wreak havoc on any sound system from the Earth planet big business upset they can't can it got 'em all saying damn it, like Janet rap is still out of control and we never did find that culprit that stole the soul the one who played the loophole managed to take advantage and it took its toll mechanical man with a master plan to change brain sizes into grains of sand gaining control with the wave of a hand leaving suckers frozen where they stand statuesque i've been blessed with the moves so smooth they define finesse by the sixth breath my decision is made and the seventh is released when the scenario's played in the shortest matter of moments i collect notches on the belt from the number of defeated opponents in the wake APB on the Chief MC for a wack rapper's sake crews that have never paid dues can't use The Word to advance, why take a chance? all of these fools with their foolish plans oughta spend time finding a stone to romance then they could claim they rock for the love ushering the culture along with kid gloves to an early demise videotaping sex and lies for the children's eyes then we wonder why kids grow up fast in the head but their hearts aren't built to last easily forget the past and then do the same old thing with a different name sadly i realize how easily connected someone like Rochester or Steppin Fetchit is to Rich Boy Amos and Andy or Joc and Jeezy in a SLAB with candy paint thousands died for our voice too many of us made the wrong choice i will not wait in vain i will take my voice back simple and plain

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"The Weather Underground" symbolizes a step towards creative control for Chief. A self produced work, this album is the first true look at Chief as an artist and an individual.

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released January 1, 2005

recorded by Hunter St. Marie at Homegrown Studios (San Marcos, TX)

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Chief and TheDoomsdayDevice Austin, Texas

Chief and TheDoomsdayDevice
:: mc : dj : producer : artist ::

A wordsmith with the heart of a poet and the head of a broadcast journalist. A DJ who is not afraid to venture outside of the norm. A producer with a different vocabulary of influences, and no fear whatsoever about embracing them. An artist searching for the link between the palette and the pixel. ... more

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