Sixtoo (aka Six Vicious, Speakerbruiser Rob) was the main project of Canadi… Read Full Bio ↴Sixtoo (aka Six Vicious, Speakerbruiser Rob) was the main project of Canadian hip-hop DJ, MC and producer Vaughn Robert Squire. He was born in 1978 in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada. He came out of the mid-90's underground hip-hop scene sharing the stage with such notable Canadian hip-hop artists as Buck 65 (with whom he formed Sebutones) and members of the Anticon crew. This period lasted until he moved to Montreal in 2000 where he signed with UK-based label Vertical Form Records. In 2003 he signed to Ninja Tune Records and released the albums Chewing On Glass & Other Miracle Cures and Jackals and Vipers in Envy of Man.

As of the summer of 2009, the Sixtoo name has been laid to rest as a result of a break-in and theft of hard-drives containing unreleased Sixtoo recordings, session stems, sample kits and loops, and archive material spanning 15 years.

Squire has also worked under the aliases Six Vicious, Villain Accelerate (with Daren Okafo aka Stigg of The Dump) and S&N (with Norsola Johnson). He has recently focused his career on a remix project named Megasoid with Hadji Baraka of Wolf Parade, as well as making music under the alias Speakerbruiser Rob.

Lacking Precipitation
Sixtoo Lyrics

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I used to play in waste-high snow, right around the corner from here.
And now we stroll through cold, but it don't snow here no more.
The seasons change and I can see it happening before my eyes.
Continental conditioning exchanging room for lies.
The compromise and what caused when I see these global changes,
Potential years of my life, something's wrong when I can see it plain as day.
Faint as the may winds when my mind exemplifies
Trials and tribulations of manipulation and lies.

My son will never see the snow, except in 3-d simulators,
And open-space science replication escalators.
And I will tell my child about the fun we used to have,
And we'll not forget your sorry ass when he says, "can I go outside and play, dad?"
This world that you created, I will take no fucking part in.
When you ask for my apology, I'll reply with, "I beg your pardon."
Global economizing, and the raping of the third world.
Exploiting mother nature and colonizing of a little girl.
It's western uncivilization, weighted scales claim people.
No wonder we got identity problems when you act like cave people.
I was born to march forth, and conquer the harsh north,
But I reside inside these fort walls from henceforth, regardless.
You can buy the foot of a goddess for your aesthetic pleasure,
I'll hold the memory inside my heart eternally as treasure.
And when your son wonders why he can't play in the toxic rain,
My son will look into my brain and get the explanation.
I see the hesitation in every guilty move you make,
I alleviate my conscience through the conscious mode of trade.
It's fundamental differences, you see, we have the witnesses.
Marking in your hit lists, you lie, we know the truth.
The primary campaign of that busting the supremist,
Is here upon us, in action, thought, and premise.

The counter-culture catalog for christian conservative clones,
Constricts countless conscious clever-minded types into depression.
That's the agenda, through conditioning by disaster,
Allows the cutting of rainforests. harder, faster, harder, faster.
We can't get in, corporate password protected by the rich,
To take away from the people they educated.
The story's written by the winner, that's the goddamn truth.
The underrated's a champion, a cheater without any proof.
But I'll remain the outcast that looks like the typecast,
Aspiring middle-class that outlasts the rumor-mill.
And I'll swallow each jagged pill with the pleasure for discomfort,
And create the situations that arise from faces sunburnt
But working long hours in pride-stricken constrictions.
The face that fights for what it believes in, despite

The friction. and this is the same face that will look you in the eyes,
And then look upon my son and tell him how you lied with pride.

Overall Meaning

In Sixtoo's song "Lacking Precipitation", he reflects on the changing seasons and how the world has become affected by human activity. He begins by reminiscing about playing in the snow as a child, but now he strolls through the cold without any snow in sight. He views this as a result of continental conditioning, where people have been brainwashed into accepting lies in exchange for comfort. He notes the potential years of his life that have been affected by these global changes and how wrong it is that he can see it happening as plain as day. As his mind exemplifies the trials and tribulations of manipulation and lies, he becomes more determined to resist this kind of western uncivilization.

Sixtoo speaks about the world that he doesn't want his son to grow up in, one where snow only exists in 3D simulators and open-space science replication escalators. He vows to tell his child about the fun he had playing in the snow and never forget the ones responsible for this world when his son asks to play outside. He refuses to take part in the global economizing and colonizing of the third world that is exploiting mother nature. He is determined to protect his child from the toxic rain and instead teach him the explanation behind why it exists.

In conclusion, the song is a reflection on the current state of the world and how it has become affected by human activity. It is a cautionary tale about the dangers of greed and over-consumption, and how it can lead to the destruction of the environment and denial of future generations' rights to enjoy natural resources.

Line by Line Meaning

I used to play in waste-high snow, right around the corner from here.
In the past, I enjoyed playing in deep snow that was easily accessible in this area.

And now we stroll through cold, but it don't snow here no more.
Although it is still chilly outside, there is no longer any snow in this area.

The seasons change and I can see it happening before my eyes.
I am able to observe and understand how the seasons are changing.

Continental conditioning exchanging room for lies.
The social customs and practices of different regions are causing people to prioritize dishonesty over space or honesty.

The compromise and what caused when I see these global changes, Potential years of my life, something's wrong when I can see it plain as day.
The consequences of societal compromises and global environmental changes have led to the loss of time and potential for individuals while it's clear that something is amiss.

Faint as the may winds when my mind exemplifies Trials and tribulations of manipulation and lies.
The difficult experiences I face as a result of deception and manipulation appear negligible and insignificant when I consider them.

My son will never see the snow, except in 3-d simulators, And open-space science replication escalators.
My son will not experience real snow, except for virtual reality or artificial stimulants created by science and technology.

And I will tell my child about the fun we used to have, And we'll not forget your sorry ass when he says, "can I go outside and play, dad?"
I will share memories and the joy of playing outdoors with my son, and I will remember those responsible for taking away his chance to do the same.

This world that you created, I will take no fucking part in, When you ask for my apology, I'll reply with, "I beg your pardon."
I refuse to participate in a world that is the result of your actions and have no remorse for it despite your request for an apology.

Global economizing, and the raping of the third world, Exploiting mother nature and colonizing of a little girl.
The global economy has led to destructing the third world, using natural resources in a thoughtless way, and causing harm to the survival of future generations.

It's western uncivilization, weighted scales claim people, No wonder we got identity problems when you act like cave people.
The approach of Western societies is uncivilized, unjust and discriminative, leading to a sense of confusion and identity crisis for individuals.

I was born to march forth, and conquer the harsh north, But I reside inside these fort walls from henceforth, regardless.
I was meant to explore and conquer new lands, but I accept my current situation and will stay within my boundaries.

You can buy the foot of a goddess for your aesthetic pleasure, I'll hold the memory inside my heart eternally as treasure.
You may spend money on fleeting desires, but I will cherish the memories deep inside forever.

And when your son wonders why he can't play in the toxic rain, My son will look into my brain and get the explanation.
When your son questions why he cannot play in contaminated rainfall, my son will learn the reasons behind this from my experience and knowledge.

I see the hesitation in every guilty move you make, I alleviate my conscience through the conscious mode of trade.
I notice doubt and reluctance in your deceptive actions, and I ease my own conscience by being mindful of my choices and making informed decisions.

It's fundamental differences, you see, we have the witnesses. Marking in your hit lists, you lie, we know the truth.
Our opposing beliefs highlight our fundamental differences, and we are aware of your attempts to manipulate and deceive us while we stand our ground.

The counter-culture catalog for christian conservative clones, Constricts countless conscious clever-minded types into depression.
The mass media and social norms imposed on Christian conservative groups have an oppressive effect on free-thinkers who suffer from depression as a consequence.

That's the agenda, through conditioning by disaster, Allows the cutting of rainforests. harder, faster, harder, faster.
The government's hidden agenda is to use environmental crises as a justification to ramp up the destruction and exploitation of forests, with increasing speed and urgency.

We can't get in, corporate password protected by the rich, To take away from the people they educated.
The corporate establishment with a privileged few controlling the passwords, restricting community education.

The story's written by the winner, that's the goddamn truth. The underrated's a champion, a cheater without any proof.
Victors rewrite history to create their narrative, and the undervalued are often labeled as imposters without evidence.

But I'll remain the outcast that looks like the typecast, Aspiring middle-class that outlasts the rumor-mill.
I will continue to be labeled and misunderstood, but I persevere through rumors as someone with hopes and dreams of achieving the middle class.

And I'll swallow each jagged pill with the pleasure for discomfort, And create the situations that arise from faces sunburnt.
I will embrace the painful reality of life and create opportunities that require effort and exposure to handling hardships.

But working long hours in pride-stricken constrictions. The face that fights for what it believes in, despite The friction.
Having to work long hours in oppressive conditions, I maintain my beliefs, overcoming resistance.

And this is the same face that will look you in the eyes, And then look upon my son and tell him how you lied with pride.
I will confront you with the same face, and later reveal the truth about how you acted with pride, lying to your child's face.

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