Of Process and Progression

Stick Em

Tennishu - Bars

wpeed - Beats

2022 James Infinite

Peace
It’s the beast from the east
Creepin in the crease
Huntin’ for the feast
Hold the door open
It’s the least you can do 
Lets crack a brew
Listen tell me what’s the deal?
Ayo let’s keep it real
In the session
Use the Ls for learning
See that is the lesson
I’m guessin’
Ionno
All of my attention geared toward the next show
A piece of me still thinks it might blow
But see the people said they might go
They say you ain’t no pop star you ain’t Michael but we might show
If you might show then it’s a light show
But even at the light show Ima light show
Rhymes beaming like the socks on Michael
Jackson in Action on the Eiffel
Packin em back when they start to trifle 
These star bars out the sky I can pull

10 X Tenn

Tennishu X wpeed - Two (Paranoid)

This Light

Alden Hellmuth - alto saxophone
Yvonne Rogers - piano
Hannah Marks - bass
Tim Angulo - drums

Turnaround

jeen-yuhs

"The Formula" was written back when my daughter was drinking formula. Everyday that we were at home, I remember timing everything around when my wife and I scheduled her eating time.

During that time, there was a lot of formula the counter tops, the floor, my clothes and anywhere else that super small powder particles could fit.

At the moment that the idea for this record came to me, I was thinking about going down a highway at night with the windows down in the summer time. The feeling of the warm air blowing past my face and head while I blast rap music on my to play somewhere was a mental get away from the repetitive nature of taking care of an infant so I thought to myself, "I can get there, I just need to know the formula."

Drums were recorded by Lance Koehler at Minimum Wage Recording in Richmond, VA
All other instruments and vocals recorded at Dinah Recording in Richmond, VA

Artwork by Derrick Tenney
Produced by Tennishu for James Infinite
Written by Marcus James Tenney for James Infinite

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Yeah
Yeah
Lets go

I wanna know what it feel like
Don't wanna do it if it ain't right
No
But I wanna know what it feel like
I think about it deep into the night
Cuz I wanna know what it feel like
I wanna know what it feel like
I wanna know what it feel like

Take a look
What do we have
What do you want
What can you grab
What do you flaunt
What do you flash
Never the cash
Never the stash
Both of my legs I be runnin the race
Chef in the kitchen I give 'em a taste
Spoonful melody straight to the face
Uppercut twice now it's blood in yo space
Whole lotta red
Some of em dead
Shit I don't know I be wreckin' the mic and I'm stackin' it til I git fed
Trackin' it all from the head
Straight from the tip
Right off the rip
Audio drip
Yeah
Slide to the side for the VIP
Water is plentiful but don't slip
Feelin' is mutual please don't trip
Yeah
Uh
See you ain't have to get but I ain't havin' it
Uh
The energy I'm burnin' up while I do this shit
Uh
I can see it all over they face
Vibe way different I'm on the chase
Sauce straight burnin' yo eye
Doin' it fore I die
They got murder all on the case
So we don't go
Moving too slow for the feel
Make it right with the real
Knee-deep up in the field with the grass and the cash
And the name but we not the same
Not even the game
It ain't no rules
Not for the pussy the cars or the jewels
That's why they poppin' the trunk for the tools

But so what

I wanna know what it feel like
Don't wanna do it if it ain't right
No
But I wanna know what it feel like
I think about it deep into the night
Cuz I wanna know what it feels like
I wanna know what it feel like
I wanna know what it feel like

Step inside my mind and have a seat
I'm pourin' you a drink
But don't get it twisted I don't give a fuck 'bout what you think
Sixes on me
Neck is icy like I'm slidin' in a rink
Kill this beat dead hide the body til it start to stink
Then we move it to another box and paint that ho pink
Steppin' up out in the Rolls finest leather freshest mink
Smokin' on the super veggie lots of iron lots of zinc
Count the money in the tub and wash the tools in the sink
Keep it quiet til you buy it what them old heads say
Pistol for a little issue how them young boys play
Microphone inside my grip then I'm gon git up and slay
Get money up today
Homie so fuck whatcha say
Im gone do it my way cuz
I wanna know what it feel like
I wanna know what it feel like

©2024 James Infinite

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Tennishu is a multi-instrumentalist, producer, and MC based in Richmond, VA. As a member of the genre-defying band Butcher Brown since 2017, he brings a distinct voice to the group’s fusion of jazz, hip-hop, soul, and funk. Whether performing on saxophone, trumpet, or crafting tracks behind the scenes, his work is rooted in rhythm, intention, and movement.

His latest solo album, More Of The Story, showcases that approach in full form. Entirely self-produced, the project weaves live instrumentation with groove-forward production to create an immersive sonic experience. From high-energy cuts to more meditative moments, the album reflects a mindset of growth, clarity, and artistic purpose—inviting listeners into a sound that is both personal and expansive.

Tennishu’s career is marked by constant evolution. From his early experiments in production to his role in Butcher Brown, he has steadily carved out a solo path defined by intention and versatility. As a producer, instrumentalist, and vocalist, he continues to refine his voice across mediums—building a catalog that stands on its own while pushing into new creative territory. Whether performing live, composing, or producing, Tennishu is shaping a body of work that reflects growth, discipline, and a vision that keeps moving forward.