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Slight Return

by Chief and TheDoomsdayDevice

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they call me the seeker i've been searching high and low for a week or so looking for a golden glow push it along past mood indigo what do you do when you get tangled up in blue? some folks adjust the hue giving the masses rose colored glasses and let them take part too search for the specter in the spectrum genuine article or a projection? i observe silently and i leave the judgement i find in the back of my mind not used but not forgotten it's immunity for the toxin giving me the proper time it would take me to ease my mind and find a new option lots of irons, so many fires clock management until the time expires utter this list of sacred names and maybe rekindle the flames next time around now you're trapped in an infinite victory lap so vivid you might as well live it on 11 knowing you know no limit unlock the door and I say welcome home to nobody in particular God's lonely man needs a listener so much love to administer i'm the source material this well will never run dry that's despite this isolation that defies logic it's a guaranteed promise of improvement embrace upward movement while in the midst of a downward spiral so many years ago I recognized my love is much more than rank and file laid out continuous style i guess it'd stretch just about a moonlight mile right down the road so let's skip the mode that includes the secret codes up front we set the rules the chase won't pause and cannot conclude nobody move, nobody get hurt never wanna be an expert on that nothing to lose leaves no room for gains stuck with all of these chains and thangs like the Ghost of Christmas Past living in some derivative typecast reality
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no great pretender can manufacture the genuine intervention the populous finds of a divine nature patterns that shine Bryter Layter North Star guidance to alleviate the need for hiding but probably it'll be alright if i keep it locked up tight throughout the night until morning comes with all of its glory in tow baggage that can manage to help the folks grow that refuse to let go of that self-imposed anchor mentality gradually missing life actually stranded in a fantasy land that they planned out stand out of reach whenever you put a hand out i am not Mr. Fantastic so it isn't that drastic that i can't save you basically i'll play through because my chemistry states if i stand still it puts us at jeopardy when they hung me out to dry i proved that i'll fly away towards glory and rewrite my story in multiple perspectives at the same time first and third person conversation held in a divine tongue sung to the listening wind because it listened before so I know that it'll listen again and it never has an agenda or never runs game like Ender or says return to sender nothing but a healthy convection plugged in without an objection and feeling like an astral projection manifested in the flesh protection of a suggestion phantoms with futuristic data for a complex matter that we declassified with pride those who are truly alive have nothing to hide so watch destiny and i collide yes it is true that i am ballistic one false move means it's into the mystic when in the blast radius not suicide 'cause it's not painless even if you're classified as brainless hopeless as a penny with a hole in it and holing it to emulate a puppet on a string schizophrenic personality makes a one man wing man fantasy more than a reality maybe something like a lucid dream come true more parallax blues for the parallax view i could never sacrifice dignity for destiny some suckers try to test me like standardized forcing me to focus with these wandering eyes recognizing all the foreign elements and lies with strange mercy and familiarity detonate as i embrace the solidarity
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when the bark is worse than the bite the wild animals bark throughout the night for safety, like an invisible bubble digital net to alert them of trouble dominant mammals are permanent threats any other being is trying to circumvent my space is the mindframe target acquisition in a minimal timeframe winning the mindgame the losers play closest they get to a win is anytime they can drag you in competitive quicksand is how i see the lay of the land and it's out of hand that's a collective fumble in conjunction with a synchronized stumble upon this epic collective fail of unknown proportion which feeds distortion there is an electric energy that connects us that some are not aware of therefore active agression means the masses lash out at what they're scared of the darkness exceeds the night shadows extend forcing us to defend the light once again with our band of misfits bottleneck maneuver on this army of infants something reminiscent of the Blitzkrieg Bop shoot'em in the back now and they still won't stop what they want, they don't know but they're all revved up and rearing to go some days life feels like conflict resolution that draws no conclusions and I wish I could enjoy the silence but folks feed off tense, i'm convinced not much makes sense nowadays but i won't succumb to these wicked ways as they all play out spraying out obstacles separating you from your goals there is an electric energy that connects us that some are not aware of therefore active agression means the masses lash out at what they're scared of [ guest verse by Brother Wolf ] there is an electric energy that connects us that some are not aware of therefore active agression means the masses lash out at what they're scared of
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blue sky warning this morning we'll be neighbors in flight if it stays blue tonight baby we were born to make tracks until we are running on fumes and the madness consumes us all we could be the last objects to fall help each other stall the outcome so comfortably numb around you staring at our compound abstract view it's almost as beautiful as you are my favorite star shining bright on a love bizarre i can radiate in that illumination half of that good combination equation there are times i am the leaf and then there are times i am the wind that bends direction we could switch sides again and again or play one role throughout dimensions you and i should party at ground zero tonight bring your Deus Ex Machina if it's alright with you we'll use it to converse with a chosen few clues get gathered and examined we dance amongst the strange patterns in a freeform manner like nothing else matters puppets on strings tangled amongst ourselves and the moment amongst other things human evidence of harmonic resonance waves of sound bounce off the edifice that was manifested like inception from the moment of our connection without question call it headquarters for the heist we'll pull on the Zeitgeist we won't think twice about it our elements were combined to influence the collective mind and realign the objective these two are silent partners soul caliber collaborators creators of their own existence like persistence in motion healers with a mix of remedies and potions we communicate solely among a range of mystical tones and make no bones about it lonesome heroes with less than zero but not negative it's all relative we are artisans disguised as partisans trapped inside a matrix of charlatans like Mr. Overseas, we carry on regardless so the legacy won't tarnish harness the energy on some wild hearts can't be broken or damaged in any other fashion indicative of everlasting passionate spiritually solid manufacturing
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just handcrafted myself this platinum soapbox time to get obnoxious go unconscious be the receiver for a new transmission that's aimed at non believers I am Serenity's reavers artificial peace created a Grim Reaper too many cooks in the kitchen every aspect can't be competition maximize comprehension with third eye exercises to help pay close attention dig the details of this deception inception complexion true nature revealed the powers that be will use me as a human shield possibly target practice random outcome for random access tactics we make maps to navigate the hapless but callous as a blank canvas i am the poison pen will separate the boys from men yet again tend to the tenuous business of uplifting the listless placing the inspiration right in the middle of the desolation four horseman type domination occurs let me focus the blurs show what the truth inside you prefers suckers observe as i emerge from the murky depths of anything that's left behind resigned to a much maligned state of mind selling cruel to be kind do me a personal favor boil me in snake oil unwind this mortal coil it's my burden to carry or possibly abandon am i the ship or the captain? either way i'm trapped in the middle of seismic action walk on the water if i gain traction the noise enhances the silent assassin by being so enchanting i can hardly fathom the passion little girl psychotic reaction we can count five before we dive in nobody here is hiding or backsliding you have to ride the wave do it like castaways slight return from when they tried to phase me out don't understand that the whole idea was the scenic route blowing minds like Alderon DoomsdayDevice meets the Black Cauldron another beyonder seeking refuge on the fringe thinking on premeditated revenge fixation, one track minds that never converge like some parallel lines middle ground that remains undefined isolationists in need of a cosign more of that divine design utilized but it's being neutralized by the unwise and the uninitiated and whoever else gets lumped in gang where nobody's been jumped in in the midst of fanaticism i function much higher than standard operating procedure scarecrow sitting in for the sandman here to hand out doses of selective amnesia withhold the anesthesia i'm an expert at letting the hurt in me and disaster have been flirting for ages we get a kick out of the hell it raises hold me like a Million Dollar Dream lights out makes the redemption extreme try to take in the full awakening these boots weren't made for shaking in they match the radiant soul that is opposite that of Eddie Arcadian or any other nemesis whatever adjective you name the hindrance contempt and familiarity always seem to connect like Station with intentions of spiritual invasion now I sound conspiratorial in my seriously sincere editorial maybe I mixed up my self-motivation and self-medication meters permanent alteration of my whole demeanor lost in ether some folks say it's clear that i'm losing atmosphere as they stare like animals never mind the fact that shaking my hand is a chance to touch the intangible handling the back channels make end to end burners out of tracks like vandals dismantle any allusions because real talk is the only type talk i'm using it's not confusing i'm fluent student of the mass influence here's my two cents to improve the movement show that my newspeak is the truest
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full metal alchemic lays hands on the world to cure pandemics in between shows sil glows when my digits enter into it the fire inside is like fluid that is made to keep us all alive the cornerstone kid in the midst of a lifetime bid spectators gather around just to watch me sing while i'm winning more than Curt Henning spinning in the throws any which way the wind blows i goes along serendipitous is a must to adjust to the thrust gravity protects me from turning into stardust memories scattered energy lost in the infinity of it all grab a mask from the ancient gallery and walk down the hall in the wrong direction you could find me in the hectic section where i get statuesque to avoid detection hyper observant yet wholly uncertain triangulate for life still working the angles count on me to be consistent even entangled i am not resistant if i seem distant it's just the concentration on my vertical integration the painstaking creation of a rainmaker situational isolation seems to be easing in just as slick as it can time to enjoy an ode to the melody of the modern man here i stand alone i can see for miles and i must close my eyes they tried to hide the guise like an optical illusion used to confuse the nuisance the hangmen make new nooses in preparation it takes a nation of millions to cut us some slack meanwhile they stack the odds like Spartans with Persian corpses and we must absorb that remorseless gesture smile and nod while they have the nerve to get mad that we're not applauding if i wasn't yawning i might put my arms together to express pleasure in their endeavors but i'm not faux even with foes involved as a young man, my riddle got solved i chose to let go everything from that day on was an echo there is no hesitation when predestination is what you're facing like a reflection the most inescapable of all connections we make spiritual intake the painstaking creation of a rainmaker double helix Phoenix arises the code i noticed was full of surprises like the architect made compromises settled for less my reality is existence right in the crux of a collative flux mass inundation of the raw deluxe this is a swan song to all of my comrades who had a last breath face down in the muck i say goodnight and good luck tuck myself in and begin on the decompression testing the waters feeling surreal when reality feels like no quarter the rhymes are executive orders DoomsdayDevice to conceal the crisis here's the prestige bringing you back what you needed and didn't yet know it poetic justice for lack of a better term sequential cliches that i must unlearn bury the experience everything else must burn when it gets all consuming we must stay human open the receptors as if you're 'shrooming beautiful hues are looming like a phantasm that materialized within the dar chasm the painstaking creation of a rainmaker
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change your mind or get left behind expendable object out of sight of the blind first to be last in line excommunication of the undefined local Armageddon the unaware are just letting it happen 'cause they don't know better veterans with a grief pedigree weapons of mass frustration are all i see making it time to realign scope out the movement in the treeline with my cosmic eye 12 'o clock high is a prime position to place the fall guy super earth 16 vanishing act the wrath of the fat of the land has an impact unforeseen for anybody untrained to runaway imagination unrestrained i came to bring the opposite of pain not quite healing but a similar feeling they make a killing by celebrating the villain we make up the friendly fire battalion where were they going without ever knowing the way? the sway is reckless and we're all unprotected desensitized to the idea of terraform and colonize first it's fed to us like entertainment then 1%ers will get to obtain it still far fetched for the wretched of the earth but a possibility for those with net worth they'll call it passé as they blast away and we do for self until the end of days if the scenario plays correctly Spaceways Inc. as they disconnect me [ guest verse by Oldschool Poindexter ] [ guest verse by Protextor/P-Tek ] [ guest verse by Tee Double ]
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omega man party of one that's in demand just landed and ran amok call forensics CAT2D has left an imprint the altered statesman speaks the 39 steps in the full arrangement prepare for the famous danger my indifference is similar to The Stranger i'll be rapping regardless of whether or not these events even happen i sing the loop residual make continual audio-visual stimulus lock me in flood me with the intoxicant chamber music for lucid dreams blast illusions to smithereens esoteric demolition from the son of invention the engine driver dynamite soul reviver down to the wire like a ronin for hire i start cutting for almost nothing stimulus infinitesimal a jaundiced eye still i enjoy the view i share with a chosen few who got clued in on cue September observer emulation cannot be stationary anything less than instantaneous is draining us of our precious time these are the eyes that maximize my bird's eye view for when i rise watch me hide grime the ties that bind blind fixated on decline i fixate on leaving all of that behind an afterthought of great magnitude done with the musical platitudes the obvious those afraid to be bold get cold a sad day, so i'm told that reality I'll have the pleasure of never knowing i can feel my shining glowing the luminance leaves remnants of truthfulness shadows left like burners on the wall where the ignorant stand tall hubris makes you useless so don't let pride become a nuisance to you a limitless hindrance when you attack yourself how do you employ self-defense? it's official time to lamb it like sacrificial watch the host watch him give up the ghost like the heat is on holding the soul for hostage give that man a ransom help advance him he works well with what life hands him the handsome phantom moves in tandem with the surrounding casing BASEGOD won't be debasing me put him in the depths of the ancient vacancy to wait patiently waste away rue the day cut these cats out the DNA
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automatic torn-man stigmatic sit back and dig the enigmatic approach close to a ghost in flight is how one might choose to allude to the way i move through the composition how i can't be touched by my competition by my lasting impression driven by an unconditional obsession residual spirits don't care if nobody's out there to hear it maybe lucky folks might catch it always in contact with passionate types turn off the lights and i break all laws of nature radiate what i write right now as some sonic synthetic feeling like i saw it at the same time i said it writing on the walls in the halls of time where the people keep climbing into the night like something to find is outside of the light 9 lives lost to the curious types should've been skeptics but they believed the hype suckers are born every minute world keeps spinning creates the idiot wind once again and we're caught up in it evidence of blowback sends my mindstate to counterattack just to pick up the slack [ guest verse by Notes Floats ] these little feet we're created for the giant steps that I take to maintain the rep Sistine Chapel with the application and the dedication it takes for completion reaching out daily for peace and blessings Mother Nature's undressing our obsession is intimacy and we know one another quite literally i am i be often i drift away mentally yet it doesn't hinder my ability to comprehend the gravity of all of this active depravity channeling humanity so i'm not a casualty my escape packet consists of a flack jacket for the ones that are tagging along and can't hack it they fall into the endless depths of that closed mind bracket maybe i'm lacking patience losing the names amongst all the faces it's the data i purge as i surge ahead like a dark road without headlights dig how my foresight creates more sight finished at the start 'cause i'm so forth wright the fire in which you burn slow is the one that ignites my golden glow
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Eat Your Gun 02:36
eat your gun call me the son of the only one i say holy roller hallelujah peace of mind for an intruder call Zapruder and he can document this your descent into ignorant bliss when they reminisce over you, my god i hope they see your facade train wrecking the spiritual mash up runaway imagination playing catchup there's no standing still getting corporeal on the real billions of tiny mirrors that remind me of self's reflection as possessive as i am passive-aggressive dig my cool, calm and collective use it to cage the rage face layer personal pervasive thought purveyor with conveyor belt production no obstructions symphony of self-destruction we've all got one mine won't be over 'cause i won't write the coda put the pen into my BadMotorFingers to unveil the soul controller appetite for deconstruction that could make you eat your gun eat your gun didn't anyone see the elephant that i left in this room it consumed with totality the contents of the peanut gallery no allergy in this one operates in nothing less than peak condition such precision even in the midst of chaotic times and indecision like a magician turn nothing into something on the upswing pugilistic slight of hand making it simple to understand lamentations for the layman with an opinion on these statements rap genius can't decode it the frame of reference is overloaded saturated with a vast array in the chamber that i spray anyway i choose there's no ego to bruise experience gave me the clues proper views from the omnivision keep my course far from collision holding position on the fringes of the sight line waiting for the right time appetite for deconstruction that could make you eat your gun
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released May 27, 2014

written and produced by Chief and TheDoomsdayDevice

cover photography/design by Chief and TheDoomsdayDevice

recorded and mixed at The Epicenter
additional recording courtesy of anom and the Roar Shack

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Chief and TheDoomsdayDevice
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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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