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.