(The nu genre, in all its glory)

b0rgwave is a subgenre offshoot of tread music that fuses “borg” or robot noises and heavy machinery with futuristic melodic lines and unorthodox sampling to create a distorted robotic sound. Created by ei8thnumber in 2021, the subgenre serves to fuse multiple elements of musical styles together to create a unique experience to those who listen

#b0rgwave

BUBBLEGUMLIPZ/IKNOW

Please
Offer me a peace of mind
(X3)

Ringing water out my ear lobes 

Niggas listen with their ears closed 

While their mind 
Fixated on hero’s 

Stack it up 
Earning euros

I was 14
Folding gyros 
 
In the back 
Of the Arby’s 

Never felt 
Like 
I had a army 
So I paved my own way
Obtain the stardom 

I can do it all
A Trojan condom 

That you leave in your wallet
While you’re fucking 

Not a white girl 
That sips at Dunkn 
waiting for that cute boy 
That’s always bluffing 

Don’t put the pain on me 
I’m Suffering 

(Wait)

With the demons 
In my closet 

Momma cried when I
Came outside the closet 

Was afraid 
I’d be homeless

By myself 


Tell them niggas 

I’m man of league 
Making plans overseas 
With the palms 
And my arms in the trees 

Redefining myself 
Held high by a belt 
And I’m smoking on grab a 
To leaf 
 
Can’t fuck with you 
Holmes

Cut a Nigga real swift 

If you close 
You my kin folk to me 

Nah I cannot condone 

Daddy left me alone 

Now I’m looking for a clone in the streets 

Clone in the streets 

Uh

Please offer me some piece 
And mind 

Finally 
Now I’m having time 

Something 
That I can afford

was 
losing my conscience

Money got me 
Feeling Anxious 

Run it up 

Then I smoke it out 

Commuting to places 
Had worn me thin

But I’m 
Closer to home 

I get it 
Now

I get it 
I get it 

Please offer me a piece 
Of mind
(X3)

Uh
Uh

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make more friends when im fucked up
would tend to bug out sober/
life aint in order movin forward sometimes flip a quarter/
got bout 6 or sum homies and 2 supporters
on patrol of surroundings,
deadbeat father cant cross a border/
blamed it on myself
situation taught as i got older/
now im movin like a bolder push-up weight on shoulders
kush odor/ itch on my back, nice guy but fuck freeloaders
hand out for no dap ups, they all smokers/
leeches focused on who passin it/
im worried checkin on the time
iv been tryin to stop gettin high 
since fuckin junior high/
bumpin mac miller on my red iphone 
same color as my eyes/ playin with a knife
walkin round zooted lookin sleep deprived/
remembered times calling home that wasnt home
duckin anyone that phoned/
feels like iv always been the problem 
its hard to think in the zone/
livin the moment can be taught
doesnt mean you’ll not feel alone/
hotlines on my contacts 
all of em clones/ they say the same shit listen,

iv been stressed as shit
homies aint there for you, unless a blunt split
with loose lips id spit on those friendships/
anxiety round neck
using vocals as a pendent/
twitter mouths runnin labels on me
while i move independent/
wrote some shit to assess it 
you prolly think i want attention/
only problem with that is anything i wrote i really meant it/
walk in a stu chillin 
come to the mic aggressive/
its a part of nature that loosens tensions/
father not around was prolly my greatest lesson
mind all cloudy like live resin, smoked the best shit/
aint a question, yall on 9 lives im on seven/
this rap shit came out of nowhere
when life gives you lemons/
ran wit it along with questions i never would have suggested/
lines from years ago barely started connecting
cos’ i was always looking for beginnings
but for the ending/

Omw

KK

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