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An Inconvenient Booth

by Genesis The 8th

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Every little thing that you never ever made is Climbing out the toy box and finding A voice a rock, shattering windows And cutting their strings with the broken glass And everything you did make, is roped in rags Poked and stabbed, choked and gagged Sewn in a bag and soaked in gas Thrown in the past with a stroke of the match No one gone believe you, alone in the pad They all gone leave you, alone where you stand They all gone think it’s a joke and laugh They all gone think but they don’t, know the half It’s the pride I think so, choke it back It’s alright to think so, slow that you can’t Keep up with yourself, or keep back I guess I pay enough attention to digress Cause this imaginary show and tell’s my mess And it hasn’t made a dollar but it, keeps making sense So, onward I press, but I’m beyond stress When my gifts, murder, other version of my gifts I come apart of the ribs, which part like ribbons Which ironically is what my heart tubes tied in Irony is the smart few arrived in Ironically is also what the few died in so If I were you I would just dive in
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Monday, Wednesday, Friday I’m always making music Music, music Everyday like (x2) Monday to Friday, Saturday to Sunday I’m writing, a runaway, and a plane to fly away in Meet me in the clouds, if you can find a way in But I’m not out the door, I chose to stay in Writing with a fist, and a sketching with my spit Acidic on papyrus, sitting with the flyest Sipping on the driest, chalice never seen a drop Liquid in defiance, this is what it looks like When a day dream gets appliance, saying what a need And the user made compliance, taking what I want This music made for pirates, make you walk the plank Surrounding pupils I’m an iris, they were nearly non exisitant Feeding on a virus, but now look at em all Dilated, am I making, a little bit of sense yet Can’t just give innocence and get, written check for respect Gotta put in that work, gotta give all that sweat, like It’s two dollar Tuesday, and I’m stayin’ in for the music When blaze on the path gotta make sure them shoes fit No, matter the time within the day light or night My, pen and paper pad, well they stay by my side I’m, paid by the line, time and time again yo We up in the building even climbing through the window Just to see what the fuss about, lovin the drought But here come the clouds make it, rain on down Cause these ain’t about that, same old route That, they follow, watch the flame burn out While we up on the mountain top, around the clock Rock steady to the bepop from down the block About that life, the drive on a road that bends Internal, fire, ignite the wick and both end We had foresight with sensible movements And always makin’ music, cause that’s what we do kid Monday, Wednesday, Friday I’m always making music Music, music Everyday like (x2) (everyday like) Monday to Sunday, Sunday to Saturday Day made, a night owl, from sleep I ran away Day in, and day out, it’s pillows that I blame But it’s music in my brain, playing me insane An orchestra of words orchestrated by the morning birds Coordinated by a mid-night oil re-serve Spilling into an ocean of the mattress Who can sleep in suffocating madness And I often learn it’s ignited by my toss turn And salvation rests just a crawl across the burn Digging elbows and knees into embers I fight ..Pushing so hard, gravity gives in to flight Wings spread from the bed with every feather I write ...and this is in my head, but I sweat like it’s right In front me, hauntin’ me, laughing at what I wanna be But it’s gonna be reality eventually because Monday, Wednesday, Friday I’m always making music Music, music Everyday like (x2)
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I was sitting in the rain, in a shadowed alley way Someone called my name, but that’s all they had to say The hoodie covered face, looked like me back in the day Bitter, and cold, like when I was writing grey Trying to learn to cope with all these imploding stars And false hopes that burrow their way into our hearts It’s hard being me, it’s hard being you Shit it’s hard being human, over cast city lights Distortin’ the view in the apartment…. And sober acts pretty like it’s forcefully immune To the hardships….remove the garnishes Show the blemishes, shit man sh ow the cries for help That are buried in the penmanship, I guess the lesson is Living now is harder than it ever was high I ain’t on a high horse, I’m climbing to survive And subside my anxiety to be all I can be (now) There is truth in the fake now, truth in the fake now Beauty in the break down, beauty in the break down Pick the pieces up, see what you can make now Pick the pieces up, see what you can make now (x2) I was walking through the valley where the shadow of death lives Hand reached at me, cold dead fist Then something stabbed me, right through the ribs They started laughing and said this, Is the cure, I’m unsure Feeling death is the gift life might be the curse I’d expose it if only I could find the right wordsi …. Hold me down, feeling flyer than birds I’ve been back peddelin’ in order to avoid turns And possible mistakes, every one of em burns …But I’ll be damned if we don’t make em anyway …Every step we take, that’s debated, contemplated Verbatim or unpaved, is closer to the grave And that carving of our name and any impact we made I got a whole lot to say, it better be as tall me …My last words, the crack of a fallin’ tree There is truth in the fake now, truth in the fake now Beauty in the break down, beauty in the break down Pick the pieces up, see what you can make now Pick the pieces up, see what you can make now (x2) I was running through the shadows of these age-old battles Everybody knows how the bad news travels Trying to set sail, but lost wars oars and paddles Sounding like metal when the wooden cage rattles …Damnit! …if you can make sense of it then have it! I’m sick of the madness, and manic up in my attic Wreaking havoc matter of fact I’m mad at everything I’ve had it …This is where attack meets in the middle with your panic …My heart had made a plan, but my mind ain’t understand it …Trying to make a family!? Na, I’m still Trying to understand the concept of makin’ a man out of me! Oh especially, if you get a special feeling When you feel me, my paint peeling What you are seeing is the actual me This is real..raw, this is crying to god Finding solace in self…only you can help! There is truth in the fake now, truth in the fake now Beauty in the break down, beauty in the break down Pick the pieces up, see what you can make now Pick the pieces up, see what you can make now (x2) I found, truth in the fake….. I see, beauty in the break…. Pick the pieces up, see what you make Pick the pieces up, see what you build See what you can build, see what you can build See what you can build to-daaay. (repeat till end)..
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O-M-effing-G he is so insanely fly Lololo, you’re such a funny guy I don’t know why, you haven’t put that better Part of you inside, any of your songs If you did, then people might like you I mean like buff dude, and slutty girls in thongs The lists goes on, and includes baby mamas Grown up little pricks, who will instigate drama Drugged out teens, who end statements with a comma Or a question mark, isn’t this the life you wanna Lead ain’t you sick of always being on the come up Spittin’ a cappella got you third what a bumma I heard you were a stunna, a stone cold gunna With a pistol in your lungs ta, murder for the funna Being on the run I’m wondering just when you’re gonna Admit that you do this cause it’s funner than the otha Side of you that tries to keep this side under water Fuck it let him do it be a shock to the system A hundred thousand volts that is not from a victim Hit him with a million, likes and votes And he fights back, turn up the dial Till you ignite your bolts, hey it’s been a while Since you seen him this repulsed, look at him cryin’ In his lame ass coats, what you miss Chicago Chillin’ on the west coast, this your new home… And that’s ya studio…and that’s a microphone… Do whatchya gotta do to invoke a show Do whatchyou wanna do but you better flow The rest doesn’t matter so we can let it go The rest doesn’t matter let the bullshit go (x2) Now listen, I seen you sleepin’ and I seen you dreamin’ I know what you’re thinkin’ and I know every reason That you’ve got to get out of this music scene and Build something real, maybe somethin’ with meaning Dig a little deeper than the lyrics you’re screamin’ But every time you stop time stop and your fiendin’ Scratching your arm like some kind of hybrid In need of blood and lust just to stay alive get Record ready pressed and a fuckin’ signed check Got a classic I just haven’t rapped mine yet I’m bat shit, that’s why I capped nine vets My 58 bloody when I stab my chest Beatchyou wit a mic to give my 9 iron rest I’m fine working hard, but I’ll die behind desk But if it’s holding monitors, I’m fine to invest A life worth of time yeah but I digress Do whatchya gotta do to invoke a show Do whatchyou wanna do but you better flow The rest doesn’t matter so we can let it go The rest doesn’t matter let the bullshit go (x2) But wait, what the hell you doing rapping To Dr. Dre…what do you think that man Would ACTually have to say? He’d snap you half For a snack before and after his morning workout…well That ain’t really workout, time to let the nerd out… Matter fact, bio-chemical warefare probably Should have been your first route, now look at you 21 runnin’ for your first down but your already At your 3rd out get your fucking game right You being insane might, have worked in the past But now you look stupid, scared to puff grass Puff puff pass, you’re a stubborn patch of a grass That grows in the back, just a little too fast But we gone cut you down, and we gone move passed But you keep growing back like a weed, not the Good kind that you crotch in class, we need Some one to make you realize, that you’re broke You are not rich, so you are not dope Roast you like a spliff, your raps fat joke And you ain’t even fat what’s that say about your flow
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Now sometimes, I forget to eat Yeah that’s understandable, Okay, but sometimes I forget to sleep We’ll get it back in full, Fine, but sometimes I forget to love Whoa I’m hoping there’s a manual, cause apparently I ain’t figured it out yet, running around get Down before you get hurt, I’m launched and bound To explode upon impact, we’re beyond a wrist slap This that, cause and effect with a kick back Pause for a sec and you’ll miss that First kiss, first love First move, first trust First miss, first pass it up First kick, first contraction First smile, first laugh First mess, first summer day First step, first runaway First fight, first attraction First everything happening again ...Are you ready for that? Are you really ready, for all of this to be the past? This is real life, and every action has a reaction And every reaction has a consequence, I know you’ve been wasting time I can feel it weighing down on your consciousness But ponder this, and don’t be ominous, just be honest With yourself….where are you going? Who is really rowing and who’s weighing down the boat Cause some feel that floating, is enough to make it Ride the current so complacent But there’s a fine line between stupidity and patience ………It’s not a race against time But it’s a hustle that demands, That you give it your all It’s not like you’ll die, but you’ll struggle to stand Unaware there was a fall, how many moons passed How many years of potential in the trash… Cause dreams you don’t chase, are the one you’ll never catch And you don’t have to run, but there’s a catch You’re a nightmares dream and it’s chasing like it’s pumped Up on adrenaline….if you’re not running for something It’ll catch you so fast that you’re head’ll spin Are you ready for that? Are you really ready, for all of this to be the past?
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Tell me whatchya lost, and I’ll tell you what I found Tell me when the costs out weighed by the pound Tell me when the wing tip brushes the ground This is not a joke, I ain’t fuckin’ around (x2) Cause just last month, my brother lost another friend And that’s a struggle I ain’t ready to comprehend Send me to the moon and back, just a lap So I can scream into the vacuum of space without Waking up the neighbors again, cause I know that notebook’s Got songs he’ll never show, full of sadness and soul Anger and angst and unwillingness to grow Cause it feels like the strings only ever out of tune When he lets it go….cause how could he let them know the Weight he barley carries behind the persona that we know When you fake it for so long, that you think you’re that strong …White knucklin’ livin’ on the line of scrimmage Gotta maintain the image, colossal in scripture Be the big brother gotta be the father figure Gotta be the one that they can come to… But who does that leave you to run to… Tell me whatchya lost, and I’ll tell you what I found Tell me when the costs out weighed by the pound Tell me when the wing tip brushes the ground This is not a joke, I ain’t fuckin’ around (x2) But it’s not a twisted image or a, vivid mirage Laughing when I threatened the neighbor by the garage And DROP kicking the kid who pushed me at Tasty Dog Look in the mirror if you ever wonder why writing Never takes me long…… You and your friends invented the Falcon Crew I just shake up like I know what it means to you Cause I can really only understand so far But your friends are my uncles, life is my story Laying in a bunker some would take a bullet for me All love….no glory… When a fight was for respect, and not about props That’s your crew, and why the love never stops I think he would agree so united we speak Invest in belief and stay coming home Rest in Peace, Raymond Colon Tell me whatchya lost, and I’ll tell you what I found Tell me when the costs out weighed by the pound Tell me when the wing tip brushes the ground But if an angel came, would it make a sound (x2) Two wings spread, and brushed the cement In silence, when he took his last breath (x3) Two wings spread, and brushed the cement In silence, when he took his last (INHALE HEAVY)
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Spitting with that Midwest sound, find me In the valley of the west coast now (x2) living with that Californiacation, feelin like I ain’t got half of what it take to remain This patient, I’ve been waitin’ to make Something of music, like a view did You could you tube this, shit if you viewed it You are smooth as lube get, I ain’t abused a room yet Make use and prove set, worthiness in full effect Talk shit and catch wreck, recognition as the bitchin’ Individual who ain’t accomplished shit beyond the minimal Easily ;offendable, genesis dependable Recognize the difference between me being a General And you being so general, cause I believe in it I’ve just never seen a pinnacle, but sure we lie a little Every single word ain’t gotta be admissible Hot yoga with these words, cause every verb is twistable Say what ever they need as long you are flexible Quit being so stiff living like a vegetable This is abara kadabara and presto go This is stabbing the parameter with a preztal flow This is damaging the camera with the infer red glow This is sandwiching the stamina with the best ya’ll know This is me not giving a damn about a techno show This is me rocking a jam whenever that, phantom, blow All 48 of em go on mic condense me I am just a local that’s under gone compressing Something in my vocal they find inter-esting And I’ve learned a lot, since initially investing And I don’t plan on resting, you could say that’s the Mid west in me, but I’ll just say that’s the Bit of me that’s in you, cause there’s a bitter me That can’t see the better view, if there’s goodness in me bet it came from you cause you’re amazing And you are why I make this, so close I can taste it You’ll be why I make it, you’ll be why I make it
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Teens idolize actions Acted out, by the contracted Bands of the passionateless But the fact of it is, when you really shit That drum kit could split, and the audience is prone To, rock the fuck out to unwritten guitar lick Front row covered in they sweat and they spit Back row pushing just to feel in the mix Living in the minutes after the song starts Everything outside of that, tends to fall apart So when they feel alive, they play it from the heart Cause if they don’t they’d rather die just to pull you out the dark So when they feel alive, they play it from the heart Cause if they don’t they’d rather die just to pull you out the dark So the most intimate moment, that you’ll ever experience Was watching them die, and not just hearing it This is definitely different than my normal stop More like metal and rock, than hiphop With a special guest, pulling on the slip not Lay you on the ground, plant a foot like rock Pulling up now with the strength of a god Snapping the ignition that your lamorgini got Cause ticket sales never indicated you were hot And saying that you’re hard never made me think you are Nobody with that car, is really playing from they heart And even if you were sometime at the start now A galaxy away that’s why they labeled you a star Burning in the sky, you’re dead and you don’t know it But realistic living is the potion of a poet Or artist with a focus broken open by the notion That he’s dead and doesn’t know it…took a moment…. Then exploded into passionate music just to SHOW IT
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Genesis Ah shit, I’m running late, why’d I put so many Damn burgers on my plate, wait fries are the mistake I ain’t gonna barf, but I’ve sure felt better Yeah I took the large no ice the Dr. Pepper Then I woke up on the couch finger picking belly button Closing post porn pop ups I ain’t buying nothing Then I saw the time, I panicked and booked it out I started out pale, shit how am I lookin’ now Nave I’ve been runnin’ around the basement, looking for my keys Gotta change the shirt, there’s some mustard on the sleeve Please, damn, make this time freeze So I can just breathe, release a little stress Woke up late don’t feel so great, mad at all the time it takes For me to get ready, this clock is so heavy Not even enough time, for some toast with some jelly Now I’m runnin’ out the door with a pain in my belly Genesis Running up the steps, southbound red line But there’s a bunch of fat fucks, walking dead line Doors—closing…there goes train Your obese lack of motions a complete waste of space 15 minute pass, and I’m uncomfortable close To a half naked crack head, rubbing his light saber With a psycho in the aisle screaming how a dime’ll save her Doors open up, fuckin a, I’ll see ya later Nave Walking over the bridge, I hear the train moving I missed it a minute, shit, it’s fuckin’ up my groove and A homeless guy came and asked me for a dollar I said no, can you buy me an Impala Lookin’ kind of puzzled, he walked right away Smile on my face, next train is on the way Is it possible, for me to be on time The train didn’t stop, shit, express line Genesis & Nave Fighting with this clock, trying to stop it’s damn hands Why the hell you always running fucking up my damn plans (x2) Genesis Fuck a free transfer, insert U-pass Walking through the tunnel following a huge ass I would probably holler if I looked like Hugh Jack But suave facial features where this scrawny dude lack Well I’m on and off the blue stepping out at UIC I’m glued to my screen, cause I’m new to this scene And the gps say it’s right around the corner When I got recognized by a random skate boarder Nave The train pulls up, I’m headin’ to the city Looking at the skyline the lights are so pretty Staring at graffiti, studyin’ the walls Stuck inside the moment then the train conductor calls The next stop, will be UIC Halsted Got stopped, by a kid in a Bulls lid He said hurry, Genesis gripped the mic I’m runnin’ to the stage, everything is alright Hey what’s up I’m Genesis, and wherever his late ass is That’s Nave I’m here, I’m late but I’m here, and that doesn’t matter cause We’re about to have fun so let’s get this shit started, let’s go Genesis I murder like an animal serial killer packin’ Danimals Hannibal snacks, damn so I had to relax I keep crackin’ backs snappin’ mics and grabbin’ ass Snatch the life from you in fact, we’re all already dead man Nave I’ve been dead since I was born, stuck in the basement watching porn My reality was torn once I heard the instrumental Started spitten these writtens, turning dogs into kittens My heart is warmer than mittens, I’m the chef in the kitchen You just started dishin’ so you better fuckin’ listen
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We all want a piece of the pie We all want a piece of the pie We all want a piece We all want a piece We all want a piece of the pie! (x2) Fighting for the crust, but naw that ain’t enough Where’s the game I joined, the game that I loved Where’s the heart, the chest, where’s the arteries and blood Where’s the sacrifice, cash the new cool Trading it your passion right, for skin tight jeans And some braggin’ rights? I’d say your acting like Mammals in a zoo, but they’re more accepting And loving than you, why weren’t you protecting The world that we knew, b-boys are dying Little girls are crying, and so are their little girls Fuck are even…trying...you’re lying And so am I, I’m god damn liar Walking in the ash of denim, I don’t need my rights Officer I already read em, pull my nose tight Walk right across the wire, while I tell another lie All I ever wanted was a PIECE of the pie We all want a piece of the pie We all want a piece of the pie We all want a piece We all want a piece of the pie! We all want a piece of the pie We all want a piece of the pie We all want a piece We all want a piece We all want a piece of the pie! (x2) Travel a new road from that old road map Avoiding all them potholes and cigarette burns from when you Napped, rested with nestled in your lap But your suddenly awoken, by the sound of a stab Numb, wondering was it just a bad dream? Then you see the blade sticking from the back seat Mama always said you outta leave behind the people that Are bleeding you dry, everybody wants another Piece of the pie, so run for you life Cause yours is looking good, and they all want to try Shit it they catch up, they taking more than just bite It may seem the only way to save is to eat it But believe me, soon you’ll get hungry and you’ll need it And that stomach pain is WAY too much to simply be defeated ….It’ll start with little lies till your brittle and blind Sleeping on the street begging for a bit of pie Dead friends sleep in your contact list If they could contact you they’d say all the Pie in the world can’t contact bliss …All the pie in the world can’t find happiness All the pie in the world would fill you emptiness Yeah the pie is the reason for your restlessness Trying to find the pie is why the stress must live Show love instead boasting all the pie you get (Pause the beat) That’s why I hate your music, I’m not a hater I’m not a douche bag, you’re music sucks You’re a fucking asshole, who doesn’t understand empathy And I feel sorry for you because you will never know satisfaction The closest you’ll ever get to happiness is reminiscing On your come up, when you enjoyed making music And there wasn’t pie rotting on your face When there wasn’t 100 pages of bullshit for you to sign Everytime you release a song, when it was fun When you were alive, when you weren’t a fucking Piece of shit with a fat government dick so far Up your ass you called the tip your tongue and rap on Fuck you, and to everyone else.
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I’ve got prestine sick sixteens.. You’ve got a limp dick and two beans in skinny jeans I’m a) freak in the back seat, when eating a fat beat Stealing the vaccine with a pistol to the driver Of this speeding taxi while you’re thinking I’m your rival But upon arrival you might find out I’m your idol My raps fuckin’ vital, dope cats the title All your mags bridal, bitch here’s some Midol I don’t want to catch stupid man you better wipe the mic off Matter fact Lysol, wait by the phone Cause nobody might call, or hop up in the side car So I can drive your side into a fucking firewall And delete your code when you caught up in the internet You couldn’t be dope if you were green in a cigarette Confused as an atheist in a sinigog Screaming “I’m a sinner god” jerking of Nick Minaj Cause the image wicked hot, but here mission it is not … I invision it different mix it with a bit of Pac And I sizzle a little isn’t I entitled to rock Chris could pebble this with a flint stone Mis-thrown ain’t a damn game for this throne Beat you in your home, like the hawks did Boston Bloody up your streets like I’m running a marathon then Whoa whoa whoa My bad, all I meant to say was You couldn’t spit sick enough to infect and infant Plus you go about as hard as a limp dick I’ve got a hatchet that’ll pop your collar higher than a Pompous abrocrombie fella, yeah I’ll pull your number Like a DMV tella, kicking in your door Hella late for you rent, get bent backwards This the revenge of the post pot smoking snackers Slashing the traps of the slackers, leaving Traps that’ll snatch all the trackers Whiney little copy cat bastards… But I ain’t gotta worry, cause now a days It’s only cool to be a black nerd or an actor Lying bout your stature and grade point average To make it as a mainstream rapper But I’ll drag him with a car attached by his two chains I’ma shoot brains if you rapping like a zombie Hear to break backs where spine attach…like a Loose Bane would do to Bruce Wayne kick fire Fuck it I’m Lu Kang, I’ma have to laugh if that’s Your juice game, drag your mother through a puddle Of our spewed brain, quit acting like you wouldn’t do the Same if you’re insane or as fly as me… You’re grounded as a train, or a kid in 5th grade Lick a switch blade, I’ll let my split tounge Make 2 girlfriends cum your current and ex one They’ll be bumping to this, while I’m fucking the next one We ain’t use protect-tion so that kid that you’re supporting Basically your step son… got my build …And my rap skills, that’s why he’s better than you And shits his pants still, I’m packing a land fill Full of fake fans to kill, and I don’t plan on stoppin If the Hiphop is dead, then I’m grave robbin’ If you play this, head stay noddin’ If it’s not you’re the product of an over priced product And the segregated fire burns using you as fodder …I’m the product of an over night prophet I’ma say What I gotta say…cause you ain’t sayin nada I’ve got prestine sick sixteens.. You’ve got a limp dick and two beans in skinny jeans More so metaphorically than physically It’s an attitude that means you don’t mean shit to me So go on, I want you the fuck out of my space Raps are bullshit you’re a damn disgrace But I don’t think you’re stupid I just think you’re misplaced No I do think your stupid look at this fuckers face
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This, is the inconvenient booth It started as a literal statement But now it’s a more of a struggle The push and pull between making music And the 9 to 5’s that provide the income for making that music possible The grave yard shifts that serve as inspiration to become something the more The contrast between hatred for self, and hatred for those that don’t believe in you Those who pretend to support you when it serves them best But then ignore your every action, victory, and breath Everyone is now going to have to bite their tongue And give us the respect we deserve Life is full of ego trip and ego checks Cause we need tips to pay for these ol’ checks And only those close to me are blind enough To think that I am not a fucking mess I’ve been running out breath But I got, miles of chest And balls like planets that knock ya’lls off they axis I suggest…you step the fuck back Before I break yo neck, finger fuckin’ ears Till your deaf…see me in the dark With the eye of needle, pumped up on diesel Got Riddick in the fetal…position…I’ve twisted More writtens into weapons, then coppers made pennies Better watch your back, my mic knows no friendlies I’m violent sober, I don’t need any Hennessey’s A homicidal wordsmith with, awkward tendencies No take-backs and, no pretendsies I’m overzealous….with like ten z’s…. (1/2 bar space) I poured my fucking heart out, in a room full of writers Only to be neglected cause my skin’s shades whiter Now don’t get me wrong, I’ve tasted disappointment And I’ve fasted on hardship, but I’ve never been to a sit in And it’s never come to marches…I beg your pardons No I’m not comparing, I’m making it apparent Never have I enjoyed the bitter flavor of my privilege But what I hate more than being given what I don’t deserve ..Is being stripped, blatantly, of something that I do ……….As if the only young Chicago Authors that need a hand didn’t look like me and you That was my last week, and yeah I understand if you don’t remember (1/2 bar space) hell, the neglect, I bet it meant more than your support could have And I probably show you more support than you should have (1/2 bar space) So that’s the last song I show you a song in confidence But if you feel the need to apologize honest It’s Okay I promise, I won’t give a fuck what You say… But I bet you gon’ respect this tape anyway Excited, ecstatic, happiness in manic (x2) I’m so fucking great, you probably can’t stand it But this is just a statement to establish it The rest of the tape is the proof that it’s true This is just me, saying fuck you And welcome, to my Inconvenient Booth
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I need love, peace, rest and release (x4) I need love...you need peace...I need rest...and release you need love...I need peace....you need rest...and release I need...you need...we need...oooh I need...you need...we need...almost I need...you need...we need...so close I need...you need...we need...release Dag nabbit, i'm at peace when I grab it, yeah i made jacking a habit, but tell me who hasn't? when I touch myself, it's good for my health and better for someone else, cause when i'm relaxed i'm less inclined, to karate kick backs till I break they spine, perform it my mind and be fine but with personal, time it don't work like that, no, it don't work like that cause life is comprised, of a few necessities so girl grab your toy, man grip your boy standing at attention, and give you yours to be rid of pressure, tension and aggression I know you love it more than you'll mention, but whether you tell mother, or boast to you father about a new tactic, to make it faster or last longer or not, is irrelevant, (all that is) I need...you need...we need...oooh I need...you need...we need...almost I need...you need...we need...so close I need...you need...we need...release everybody's doing it, and getting stronger whole body workout, when every muscles tense shamelessly loud you know the buttons press only you can work your curves now, cum out all your stress cum out all your stress, cum out all your stress when you build, build, build that pressure build build, build that pressure …...pressure.......you're release.... …..my pleasure....get your back pack or purse of the bed by any means, quickly double check the radius, limbs got a mind of they own when you play its, dangerous who does it make you? cause it changes us ready snacks, lotion, candles, rags? there a particular place, or music you blast? Life has a few things, we need to have. but by no means, stick to what i've mentioned grab you a partner and fuck the tension by no means stick to what i've said grab a partner and fuck or your better of dead no peace in the mind with a piece of the pie need the whole thing, ima eat you alive cause I'm limps, soft, weak walking around but you build a tower, in my downtown you make me strong, you make me long you erect a statue in my front lawn so damn proud when I wave that flag like you ain't gone believe all the fun we had far too graphic, for me to re-lay but don't pass judgement for the way we play don't hold us, to things we were sayin we were different people a craving, now we have love, peace, rest and release (x4) I have love...you have peace...I have rest...and release you have love...I have peace....you have rest...and release I have...you have...we have...love I have...you have...we have...peace I have...you have...we have...rest I have...you have...we have...release
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Right here, this is where, ignorance and mysticism Intersect..where wisdom is imprisoned And the gifted are oppressed…..but still This where we’re living just to get shit off our chest, This is why you listen, as victim your impressed Similar, to a callus empathizing with the blisters Emphasizing certain words and turns for listenERS Nervous with my slurs, what if they’re writers, what if they’re nerds Will they call me on my shit and talk trash on what they heard Cause damn I’m only human, yeah the negativity hurts I’ve had epiphanies in a verse, and they missin’ what it’s worth Give em a curse, better yet, give em gold, buried in dirt And when it surfaces, see if they got the nerve to say they heard that shit Or saw it, and it’s only time before the nausea flourishes And blossoms into fire in your belly like a furnace is.. Burning on the inside, but what if we find …..A kink up in the armor or puncture in the gas lii- Iiiiiiine……. maybe the ground won’t collapse Under if you aaaassskkk nice… But no matter you can’t help but feel paaaassion right These times’ll make you wonder something maybe things were rougher In a paaassed life…Never ill prepared But you tend to get care-ied awaaayyyyy But hey, Be yourself every day I said, Never ill prepared But you tend to get care-ied awaaayyyyy But hey, Be yourself, that’s what matters at the end of every day (x3) Fuck it, it’s not important I listen to Aesop Rock, close my eyes and watch Lucy with her chalk, paint a picture on my block I’m humbled by the wAY, they, affect my flow.. Like a blood clot, but see I’m striving to be myself Around the clock, non-stop, so I won’t stand act Like their influence is not, a huge part of who I am Love Life, that’s the motto, cause the Slug’s the fuckin’ man And, I wouldn’t be nothin’ if it wasn’t for the mud And the dirt that’s on his hand, planting seeds and CD’s You can see these, have had an effect on me Negative energy exists, but if I can change the way One person feels about it, I’m standing in a valley Feeling like I moved the mountain, surrounded, by changes And altercations of patience, exchanges for the better This music’s satisfaction, but happiness is a woman And I’m fortunate to have met her, and I ain’t gonna let her go I said This music’s satisfaction, but happiness is a woman And I’m fortunate to have met her, and I ain’t gonna let her go I said Nothin’…It’s not important (2)
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See me coming like a sharks fin… Flee the sea when it parts then… Feel me hit like a marksmen… Shadows know me as the darkness… Somewhere in this, you’ll find a suicide letter With a bottle of jameson, but I didn’t drink it I poured it down the drain again, dropped the bullet on the train And let my monster out the cage to see if he could make a friend And make amends with the torn corner of the paper Trying live outside borders cornering the vapor Life is what you make her, but I’m too afraid shape her She’s perfect as is, from her purpose to her lips, Nervously we kiss, and I mildly entertain her Introverts make some of the wildest entertainers But we’re chronic liars, we have to be to hide the Fire that’s inside of us, cause in the cover-of smoke Clouds it’s provided us with everything we know now... But if we can learn to smile without being shown how Then I can learn to breathe in a crowd… But I skipped a lot of lessons and twisted messages Often on purpose to be sure where leverage is if You’re feeling nervous…triple check your measurements A pony can be just as excellent as Pegasus Cause being famous isn’t always all you guessed it is A pessimist finally learning wha t depression is When the saddest song on the record keeps getting spins When the paint drips, and walls crumble down when You can’t come to grips with the phantoms you found Can’t remember shit but an echo of the sound Probably meant to swim but someone let you drown (x2) When distorted eyes look at you like for 45’s… Your demise fortified by the organized… Ignore the lies and the cries put your swords aside… We’re short on time I’m sure your fine but there’s a war and I’m Fighting by my lonesome hopin’ the bluff’ll hold em But it that was enough a puddle could make an ocean When the eye opens, and the storm gets to focus The ship seizes motions, stolen by hyponosis The seal has been broken provokin’ new devotion a Promotion’s in order we’ve been, walking on water gettin’, Burned and we cauta-rize the wound the before the Infection spread to unrest and some nausea Make it on your own, without anything they taughtchya Keep pushing on, as if someone forced ya And caution, make sure to change up the course when Your getting claustra-phobic feeling close in A pony can be just as excellent as Pegasus Cause being famous isn’t always all you guessed it is A pessimist finally learning what depression is When the saddest song on the record keeps getting spins When the paint drips, and walls crumble down when You can’t come to grips with the phantoms you found Can’t remember shit but an echo of the sound Probably meant to swim but only you can let you drown
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There’s a song in my head, that I keep on repeat It seems to seal fates, and trap in dreams it Sleeps under the mattress with factions of demons Attack for no reason…and without speaking They just like to make it difficult to keep breathin’ As if the daily struggle ain’t enough for most of us Vices got us caught in tightened vices by the throat I just want to float, but apparently, I ain’t Got the license to fly this vessel Flesh covered in wounds that healed over metal Seal up the meadow, don’t let it get up to they Head though…if it does, they’ll feel better If they get to put a label on the kettle Make em feel powerful, make em feel special Make the 9 to 5 job feel successful Give em something new when they feelin’ stressful Cause there’s something unattractive in bussing tables And cleaning up the restroom, everyone could breathe Easy if there was just room, but there’s not So you sink your teeth into TV And you get to thinking, what if that was me Or you get to thinking thank god that’s not me But all these flat screen interactions Are just high definition distractions Get you feelin like your day can just be without passion Kick your feet up in the madness for relaxin’ Bare arms with a remote not guns to take action They want submissive and passive Not inquisitive and active Cause a nuke makes a nation But a pistol makes you dangerous A statement makes a nation But a question makes you dangerous -MLK "Where Do We Go From Here" Speech Sample- And they know that Anyway Patience is a virtue, but in the end The angst from the waiting is thing that’ll hurt you So get to know the difference in waiting And waiting for the right times I’ve got a friend who doesn’t like rap, Cause it rhymes...but rhythmic poetry Is all that’s ever spoke to me, it’s funny Just how different we can be… But I can understand his dislike So maybe, he can understand Why I write… A song can take soo many turns in a night It shows what’s on your mind, and it’s how we get it right I started this, with a goal in mind Nothing like a golden mine, or write a golden line It was simple, rap like any aggression Will leave a broken mic, I written a lot But never spoke it light, so polite or chill Open like and real without a potion or a pill This is just, this is how I feel There’s a song in my head, that I keep on repeat Tears fall from the skies to piano keys And play melodies as the drum pattern beats Keeps me at ease……

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An Inconvenient Booth started because the booth Genesis was recording in was too short, which made it quite literally, an inconvenient booth. It later grew into more than that. It evolved, as did the music. The feeling of inconvenience now belonging to music in general. Genesis began seeing it as inconvenient that he can best express himself through music in a booth, but falls short of the right words often when it matters most.

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released April 3, 2014

Writing/Recording/Performing: Genesis The 8th
Mixing and Mastering: Brandon Miller
Artwork: Aidan Avery

Features include:
Homegrown of Greenlights
Nave
Sunny Bornfree

Featuring production and instrumentals from:
Felly, Genesis The 8th, David Gigl, Equalibrum, Dr. Dre, Oddisee, Swollen Members, Cashous Clay, Earl Sweatshirt, Anno Domini Beats, Atmosphere and Author.

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Genesis The 8th Chicago, Illinois

I make music in my room for you to listen to in yours...or your friends living room that you crash in...you lazy bum. Let's build something together.

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