High-C - \\\For Sixtoo\\\

A total tribute to Canada's Sixtoo, and the Canadian hip-hop scene in general. All samples from The Butthole Surfers' "Electric Larryland" album. For Sixtoo Use every part of the animal, magneto-electric to bio-mechanical The free radical, liturgical, canonical, heretical, fanatical Emergent are the trends keeping you from deep knee bends It all depends Learn to cope, at least there's Mt. Hope More to life than girls and dope Stay in scope, bounds check your arrays And keep your functions all in play Saving grace, put your throw rugs in place Try to find the objects that you space Do an about face, always check your six And be heard above the mix Fortunes change quick, they want more than effects Be terminator when you flex Writers will write, poets flow it too Point of order - stay true Blinders aside, no more Mr. Magoo Just a rock steady crew Watch for grocer's apostrophes, small atrocities Boogie down is my philosophy From Plato to Pluto, straight to Dev2.0 Try to befriend not befoe Savor life in small bites, fighting good fights Leading with a strong right Washing the other hand, don't carry your brother man But snap back like rubber bands Itch to be scratched, yearn to burn like a match And try to find someone you can back This is for Sixtoo And my Canadian Crew Unsung heroes I am forever indebted to Styles get a bit preachy, still I beseech thee Try to remember life's peachy Grab the whole cornucopia - full spectrum Ride the tubes like fallopia Fistfuls of hair and mouthfuls of funk Stay crunk - not necessarily drunk Blow trees or plant 'em, operate like the phantom Be a bantam, never sing a hater's anthem Stray from the path, expect a few bloodbaths And never skimp on the math Numerics for clerics, snare traps and bass hits Just try to spare us the bullshit Be harder than concrete, softer than a pillow Be Willow, in this ever-streaming flow Act like you know, but know when you don't Stay a float, redact can't and won't Spin in both directions at once, pull a punch Aiming for a royal flush Kings from Queens, from queens come kings Make 'em sing, like it ain't no thing Dr. Strange or Arkane, just find a higher plane Stay sane - this is all inside your brain This is for Sixtoo And my Canadian Crew Unsung heroes I am forever indebted to It's not paradise lost but paradise found Paradise remains, the song remains the same The taming of shrews and the raping of locks Future shock, behind the hands of a clock This is not a coda but an intro, counterclock world Not Shinto but bento Each word irrevocable, but chokable Speaking the unspokable I seek a singularity, one existence Bearing no disparity Not one god but many, both Mickey and Minnie Pearls of wisdom, purchased ten for a penny With needles and gum drops - ride the flop And put some metal in your hip-hop There's no need to stop when you're on a roll Clean your bowl Like Janet Jackson take control Be not the Michael, or some maniac psycho Let the mic go, so some other kid can blow Not High-C or Sixtoo, or something you might do Be you This is for Sixtoo And my Canadian Crew Unsung heroes I am forever indebted to

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