Oh yeah, this is Eminem baby, back up in
that motherfucking ass
One time for your mother fucking mind, we represent
the 313
You know what I'm saying?, cause they don't know shit about this
For the 9-6 Verse 1:
Ayo, my pen and paper cause
a chain reaction
To get your brain relaxin, cause they be actin maniac in
action
A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction
You looking
zany whack with just a fraction of my tracks spun
My rhyming skills got you
climbing hills
I travel through your mind until you spine like siren drills
I'm sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants
With some
ex rappers till their spinal column disconnects
We disinfect then check the
monologue, turn your system up
Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana
smoke
This is the season for noise pollution contamination
Examination
of more cartoons than animation
My lamination of narration
Hit's a snare
and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion,
there ain't no time to be stare and gazing
I turn the stage into a barren
wasteland...
I'm Infinite Chorus:
You heard of
hell well I was sent from it
I went to it's surface and sentenced for murdering
instruments
Now I'm trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat
I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm Infinite Verse
2:
Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense of your elite
defense
I got to meet the fence fruit was stompin at your feet to rinse
I greet intensive ladies, I spoil all your fans
I foil plans and leave fluids
leaking like oil bands
My coil hands around this microphone lethal
One
thought in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full of people
MC's are feeble,
I came to cause some pandemonium
Battle a band of phony MC's and stand the
only one
Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data, Eliminator
There's never been a greater since the burial of Jesus
Fuck around and
catch all of the venereal diseases
My thesis will smash a stereo to pieces
My accapella releases plastic masterpieces through telekinesis
And eases
you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
With entity, dementedly
meant to be Infinite Chorus:
You heard of hell well
I was sent from it
I went to it's surface and sentenced for murdering instruments
Now I'm trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted
to make another attempt at it...
I'm Infinite Verse
3:
Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I been clever ever since
My
residence was hesitant to do some shit that represents the M-O
So I'm assuming
all responsibility
Cause there's a monster will in me that always wants to
kill MC's
Mic messaler, slamming like a wrestler
Here to make a mess
of a lyric smuggling embezzler
No one is speacialer, My skill is intergalactical
I get cynical at a fool then I send a crew back to school
I never packed
a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical
I'd rather led a tactful, tractical,
track for your fancy
In fact I can't see, or can't imagine
A man who
ain't a lover of beats or a fan of scratching
This is for my family, the
kid who had a cameo on my last jam
Plus the man who never had a plan B
Be all you can be, cause once you make an instant hit
I'm tense to be tempted
when I see the sins my friends commit...
I'm Infinite Chorus:
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it's surface and
sentenced for murdering instruments
Now I'm trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm
Infinite
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it's surface
and sentenced for murdering instruments
Now I'm trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm Infinite |
