Genre Phobic
Closed mind open mouth,
running and shutting yourself out
of so many wonderful beats;
All those voices full of fire,
but it’s always the wrong genre;
Closed mind open mouth,
it never quite fits in the box
of what you’re dressed up to be;
You could be watching them smolder,
but it’s always the wrong genre;
Closed mind open mouth,
putting everyone and everything down;
You end up looking like a clown;
So much rhythm, joie de vivre
but it’s always the wrong genre;
Closed mind open mouth
it’s too much for you to handle;
There is no category or label;
You could just feel that thunder,
but it’s always the wrong genre;
The sound could be straight up sick,
can’t hear it because you’re Genre phobic.
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