Open Circuits (feat. Sendrizm)

Yo, I'm not locked into some old school ways
And never once did I do this for what I think it pays
It's for love, and growth, progression and hope
And the fattest beats, dope rhymes, sharp cuts and good folks
We flip knobs while faders get crossed
And sample everything until all time is lost
Start breaking up the samples into chunks
Sitting there for hours till it's right, meditative like the monks
Layering drum hits, percussion, and fussing
With filters, I'm loving, the analog buzzing
And cooking up the noise, even in the ones and zeros
We're turning up the Heat like Pacino and Deniro! Let's go

Cleared bees buzzing off the chopping block
My honey cuts fly all over the shop
Ears feel the heat from my vacuum tube
My mic stay hot analog EQ'd
Fuck digital I can't stand the clips
Want my fingers on knobs when I console the mix
The only cliques I deal with be the metronomes
Tempos match like a light with my smokey bear tones
Minor out of tune upscale and off key
All them vinyl pops straight left in the beats
Pedal to the metal hitting like a kick drum
Hold up let my man on the turntable get some

Hark! Yo!
Who's that man there?
It's KO, with the dark black beard
Sitting in a chair
Playing an accordian
People say he's weird
Some sort of hip hop historian
He may belong in a sanatorium
For all the beats and rhymes in his inventory and...
Half White
Half Ecuadorian
Who's known for killing it like Jack Kervorkian...
His raps pack sting like a scorpion's
Dwelling in the lab or auditorium
Got a bounty on the beat... Mandalorian
Tracking down records in a stolen DeLorean

Push the on button after plugging into the socket
For electricity flowing out of the outlet
Dope rhyme booklet, I got in my front pocket
Shooting the gift of gab into outer space like a rocket
Power up, the game console, rock a Shmup
I mean, Shoot 'em Up, when I grab the mic like a 1-up
Upgrade, to destroy the enemy
Kill the final boss, high score, 1cc
Higher energy, reverb, and delay
On cassette in the tape deck, and press play
KOLD airwaves, frequencies inject like a drug
Wack emcees irrelevant, we give 'em the shoulder shrug