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Transition Man

by Chief and TheDoomsdayDevice

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i stay functional this juncture soul got punctured and flooded the vicinity yes, i need a remedy release me from the role of my own worst enemy send me an angel i'm still working the angles to untangle the timeline shine a light on the points i find divine which keeps me inclined to repeat the process Fight Club type of emotional hostage boxed in logic environment for the exploration is what i'm facing when i get home and i don't mind watch me find the time when i climb into the night like a scramble suit don the everyman boots in pursuit of putting the fruits of my labor on paper safer when i take it in straight no chaser that's the nature of living life like some self-appointed type vindicator it's the new zulu zandu, just for you! the whole thing is an incantation reverberation of unchained thought locked in like hypnotic suggestion there's no time to question the vast selection of water that's up for testing sign me up for tesseract connections tangible reflections all around me to impact you and i so profoundly it soundly sets in music as both medicine and weapon healing element or a tool for celebration of our imperfections acting as if it can't happen trapped in a thought that tapping in to the zen might send you around the bend cast from the ranks of ordinary men it's the new zulu zandu, just for you! prose therapy readily at hand to arrive at a pace where i understand my influence intuitive and i give my examination emancipation letting it go 'cause i love it Lonerism states i gotta be above it right about now when i realize ain't no wow 'cause they've all been put down that's why i partake in these Dead End Hip Hop conversations to invigorate the sonic landscape from its now catatonic state Mercyful Fate for the meek maybe i'll speak on their behalf oh, you may laugh 'cause you did not do your math it's the new zulu zandu, just for you!
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lately it seems the end is where we begin and then we pretend nothing happened previously short term memory loss at a cost they won't remember repeater offensive, call it dimensia growth is hindered and then the culture is rendered useless altered to falter if not fail completely damaging hands were the planning committee they laid the grid for a throwaway city where nobody needs a future nobody misses the cloud of witness at all generational overlap generated a gap too big for a handoff to happen old heads try to test limitations new heads embrace innovations two regimes with no dialogue in-between no common ground it seems '85 Marty McFly can't survive when crossed over to the Biff Tannen timeline worst case scenario design living in a Barry Lyndon state of mind bold and coldhearted so it's best not to get me started on our dearly departed art outside benefactors of the journey keep it up like Weekend At Bernie's dead weight dragging dead weight how does an expressionist keep his head straight while observing that? we were in love but i was an eagle and you were a dove this flight tonight leaves us uneven one of us going where the other is leaving alternating one side is always waiting for the miracle to come and the times keep fading making ambiguous forms all waiting for the moment to swarm chairs missing on your feet for this edition of our audition casual demeanor blessed with the best aspects of a beautiful dreamer that remain unchecked nurture nature keep the greater good overstood the likelihood of upward development is much more prevalent when our connections are relevant share common elements nobody has to spell it out 'cause it's obviously evident so we take suitable time to acknowledge it while still viewable my interest is always renewable intense but always truthful aging but always youthful entangled but neutral flawless flotsom true definition of awesome lost son of Gotham born in the darkness that you adopted that holds you hostage
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squeeze blood out of this granite pomegranate that i planted in a past life i dreamed up last night jettison once the fever starts setting in or taste my own medicine in heavy doses my doctor's a proponent of calls made from houses in motion made a bad memory out of the remedy write another elegy for temporary clemency self-pity won't hinder the great wind i currently am caught up within the midst of long time coming but quicksand millennium arrived at last and now life's a gas impassed pleasure full counter measure to a passe stance like 'nothing last forever' that's beautiful actually because every single element matters to me anybody playin' can take a voyage in the Iron Maiden copacetic with the black market diabetics i suppose we don't need roads where we're headed spreading mad symbiopsychotaxiplasm point out a stranger and i'll hand him a list of Dead Random demand memorization little to no hesitation implied it's the hyperbollicsyllabicsesquidailymystic converting cats like catalytic never been acquitted of the act guilty until proven innocent, matter of fact a complex beast that'll feed on blacks just to make sure fat cats can stay in the black Pac Man style attacking double down mode when we start reacting our protects serve us a battling faction to stir up some ill interaction anybody playin' can take a voyage in the Iron Maiden wicked king wicker practitioner of the silver bullet gun kata so you become fodder automatically repositioned radically raindrops falling on our head like a tragedy captors and casualties alike might listen fact is, there's no division hidden agendas concocted by some great pretenders that assume that i might surrender not that it matters it seems broken spirits and shattered dreams are the fuels that run these regimes as they strive for maximum economy so atrocities will pop up commonly and rapidly haphazardly you're a casualty if you aren't in supreme control of your faculties they may tackle me but they'll never shackle me think of me in terms of a modern day Maccabee anybody playin' can take a voyage in the Iron Maiden
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ever since my eyes were opened i've been scoping the whole thing out made observations based on a multitude of situations i've been placed in i'll waste away in the ecstasy of what matters to me, ultimately nobody else will show it to me so let's shoot the breeze in 360 degrees like the wind in the trees the House of Leaves thieves have entered the temple again but they pretend to be ordinary men just to blend in like Superman, multiplied to take on the form of a clan makes you wonder who could push the button that turns love into nothing but nothingness God bless that little child running wild unrestrained, the way things oughta be never felt like an oddity, honestly but i pontificate then observe the response it creates no debate the truth hurts especially coming from experts known to exert extra effort the type that are in it for the sake of existence the intense approach dedicated never been separated from the need to write like an unmedicated maniac can recite the complex put it in a unique context cynical saint minimal paint for this portrait of dignified distortion contort the sound into something so profound it can't help but keep you grounded leave you different past the moment of first encounter draw my power from within the midst of a source i cannot resist even with a broken mic i can out transmit these prototypes they're on Voltron i'm like Ultron's third advancement it's a foregone conclusion my delusions of grander force me to keep it candid in the hopes that one day everyone understands it documenting the mind of a man in transit the tracks that are left behind define my so-called legacy i want my poems to feel like money from home when they hit your dome possibly a known unknown to validate a cliche thrown in the recent past change dynamics of that analogy quite radically cynical saint minimal paint for this portrait of dignified distortion contort the sound into something so profound it can't help but keep you grounded leave you different past the moment of first encounter draw my power from within the midst of a source i cannot resist
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dig my random tandem existence where i imprint both sides of the fence so intense that i'm fully unaware of my intent and when it's pointed out in an instant i feel like a blindside victim left for dead lost in the thoughts in my head seeing red like Crip cats with night terrors pack rat taking ownership of the errors feeling displaced from a bygone era Slaughterhouse Five how i live my life i've perfected being disconnected point blank style while unprotected tell the paramedics they can ride the bench for the time being i'm freeing myself from the human element putting my elegant soul on display until i waste away skull druggery needed a fix from asphyxiation all hands against his own creation imitation of a flattering lifelike anonymous anomalous abomination i'm pacing a safe radius for examination and the situation is sized up the lesson i learned? it's not gonna stop and you better wise up moments of disconnected possibility explore humility innocently like you might get framed once the untamed are caged by the powers that be the game is over is it a cycle or a line? reset button or closing time? either way i won't mind none of those things define me they can't find me skull druggery joking around with the choking victim the whole conversation is open ended the spirits are kindred if they're breathless then i am winded rendered useless even when completely clued in i'm confused as to why we're feuding i walk a righteous path my destinations are far away from the wrath of the cloud of witness i sit still and let intense thinking commence well defensed putting up a shield like Blanka to help as i reach nirvana in an uninterrupted fashion make sure no third parties can get their hands in all of the hustles and angles get old turn me loose from the teenage stranglehold skull druggery
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they go ooh and aah for the Outlaw Star that'll kick it like Kareem Abdul-Jabar Moses supposes that he is frontline in the War of the Roses erroneously and they will never be free an active captive caught up in a jam like traffic but highly adaptive intuitive and other pretty adjectives humbly accepts the damages left in the wake of the steps taken when bad is the direction most folks are breaking sleepers will awaken on occasion ebbs and flows grow from desperate nations even more so for those who aren't facing the truth directly as time keeps wasting inmates in a prison of fate create noise similar to what the sinister make focus on the mission: validate the missing the vessels that made the transition hidden transmissions are picked up preferably those from the vessels that kicked up dust the rust never sleeps mentality Cult of Personality with functionality like a factory that's blood on the gears Labor Days for the unionized frontier luminaries creators that'll carry the weight such great heights will be the fate initiated from the genesis of limited expression thought criminals writing lyrical confessions question anything authoritative get more creative amongst the non-native the most persuasive are the minds that cannot be swayed from the renegade path they've laid cornflower blue tie that would make it a Tuesday but that isn't really relevant it's a random referential element included for the cultured and the intelligent types the Tragically Hip don't let much slip by sorta like satellite insight we can visit flipside fantasia like escapism can alienate ya seems black and white the slower we move the faster we kiss the sky we are all seeing eye ingredients mediums of a collective resonance unified to collide in a beautiful way sort it out at the end of the day collide in a beautiful way and sort it out at the end of the day
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Indignation 02:45
Doctor Dawn has a whole new lexicon that stretches far beyond his sunshine arms the limited reach means danger is almost always imminent a montage of heck taking a gamble against a stacked deck hoping you might catch a bit of serendipitous wreck innocent magnificence temporarily boost the glow Transition Man for those that don't know i walk slow in the middle of the eye of the Evenflow heel to toe like a tightrope walker advances taking chances to make the slightest progression selective focus sets in before you realize that you've applied it pride comes out of its hibernation to scope out the situation a humble indignation arises that won't make compromises it needs fuel and that's supplied by the energy it takes one to turn a blind eye regardless of scale i've seen footage and heard the same tales that they all tell like the Sounds of Silence indulging in the ultra-violence like Clockwork Alex DeLarge is in charge pray that the damage is only marginal with his arsenal because he thinks nothing's impossible overly ambitious unstoppable object that ignores all the logical context improvisation artisan by occupation worlds collide in a beautiful way just like Melancholia right here in front of all of ya the feeling that someone's callin' ya will likely follow ya like a shadow can stay connected check the method from the rejected specimen more of that bad medicine comes into question again waiting for the day when my picture's in the sky sound the cannon spirit landing in the spot where i was standing guess i'll break the tandem once again it's the handsome phantom sound the anthem
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trope of the broken spirit engineered for crystal clarity 'cause apparently we've hit some severity level that'll overtake us if we're not careful it's a miracle that we're alive, dammit reverse vanishing act that'll impact the vacuous those that'll mistake love for fractured lust judgement errors are natural breaking the habit's the radical part Occam's Razor to raise you up by knowing where to make those proper cuts even if it makes a rift like Oculus it's painfully obvious it's a must for placement above that prism of colors that nobody knows the names of artificially intelligent dreamscapes supply escapism float between transmissions stay divine inside the division Doctor Sleep is shining with Dr. Who's precision timing Starchildren aligning like automatic weapon fire gun for hire rapine' Rainman would probably be the simple explanation of my brain scan tangent actions like my mind is comprised by warring factions never relaxin' if i ended up hip-hop's Daniel Johnston that'd be awesome in pretty much every aspect go to pieces and document all the fragments allow you open access on some 'enjoy the madness' i don't fake my give and take even when it hits that breaking point bend over backwards when i lack words which is absurd in its own right this flight tonight will incite the Black Dynamite in what i write blowing up spots like I.E.D.s doing this whenever i please even though i'm a sycophant to the divergent demographic i know my magic is tragic 'cause i've outlasted each iteration sad soul suffering illeteration inclination for vindication a product of my nation Boba Fett holding Django's head in his hands amidst the blood soaked sands playing life as it lands highs and lows i suppose terabyte drive as a frontal lobe stores these memories i'm unloading stores the mysteries i'm decoding storing the fragments of our eroding cornerstone evidence when they try to deny relevance of the elements in the present-tense like half-life protection from insurrection of unadvanced in search of an evolution or some improvement clued in to the misconstrued and found shared agendas we've pursued that sets the mood indigo was the color that was imbued synesthesia perceived as anesthesia to play the role of pain reliever turn sensations into ether
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disGraceland 03:42
Everyman's at it again add it to the list of the many visitations to disGraceland if he's at home he's a tourist in the purest since so it shouldn't take much convincing to stoke the flames of conviction repetition of application phase waves invade this charade predestination will be delayed if not thrown into all sorts of disarray visceral dismay out for display you with the stars in your eyes of Laura Mars can see that the aura infringement is ours hold on tight and you might get shifted feeling gifted the way you've been lifted up so abruptly separated from the depths of a wholly perceptive nothing animus anonymous animalistic so many sadistic unrealistic infants all putting up uniform resistance to some backwards altruistic extreme false purpose that's bursting at the seams selfish with my self-protection read every meaning in the vocal inflection take it in the same context as content rocking it something obnoxious verbal diagnostics from the technician of techniques brotherhood of the breakbeats back to the Epicenter for safety strangers are testing lately looking to bring out the best of the worst in me personally i don't understand the circuitry associated with the absurdity my flat circle of time where i find all the reason manifested within the rhyme looking as my ecosystem gets systematic in drastic measures this endeavor was a detour that never made the original docket so now we're lost in the midst of this and locked in mocked by a lack of options we are the animals trapped until the cage is full and the day is new even in the darkest times we enjoy the view because that's what we have to do most times that i get trapped i become highly adaptive the skillset's so massive it's beautifully tragic it's a suitable habit to deal with the havoc
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Rising Damp 03:39
saturated by all the rising damp found in my foundation setting up camp to amp up for soul debasement emulator mode to stimulate innovation defibrillation to revive a dead nation you could call it voodoo for vandals getting a handle on the matters at hand before we're handed a candlelight vigil looking at the culture like an unsolved riddle vice all around, and i'm caught in the middle so i plot for a little committal means it'll be a cold day in hell before they break my shell damaging cats with stamina come apart like Trouble Man on these amateurs one time witness the genesis of limitless something was lost but i wouldn't call it innocence or anything similar no présidence no evidence that it even matters at the moment still, like the homie Mnolo i can realize magic to thrive when the vibe gets tragic saturated by all the rising damp found in my foundation setting up camp to amp up for soul debasement when i go to sleep my dreams feel like Killer of Sheep a cinematic glimpse at reality at the base level that could seem like a fallacy but it feels more like amnesty from agony semi-permanent vacations the never-ending search for some untapped rejuvenation i stay immersed in the verse at all times activity is seismic like fault lines so prepare for some earthquake weather for a spell go and find a mountain to tell it on start a telethon run a marathon, man make your own exoskeleton out of scrap metal and spare parts i get lost in mastering the lost arts often everybody's talkin' at me and i don't hear a word they're saying' and yet they weigh in i casually listen how can they know so long ago i made my decision i would play my position like a boss at all cost yo, the Cloud deserves my Sephiroth approach casually cruel to those i find actually foolish for my entertainment it's only coded if you don't speak the language act like you know was always the arrangement amazed by the strangest of famous dangers drawn like a moth to a flame feeling like sunday morning could be every day for all i care 'cause i'm not scared rain is for the just and unjust alike, right? gotta roll with it like Excitebike the thoughts in my mind remind me of hydroplaning towards your insight saturated by all the rising damp found in my foundation setting up camp to amp up for soul debasement

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released August 11, 2015

all songs written and produced by Chief and TheDoomsdayDevice
album cover photography by Brooke Parsley

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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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