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Eminem
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| Infinite
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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 Im saying?, cause they dont know shit about this
For the 9-6
[Verse 1]
Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction
To get your brain relaxin, a zany actin maniac in action
A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction
You look insanely wack when just a fraction of my tracks run
My rhyming skills got you climbing hills
I travel through your mind into your spine like siren drills
Im sliming grills of roaches, with spray that disinfects
And twisting necks of rappers til their spinal column disconnects
Put this in decks and check the monologue, turn your system up
Twist em up, and indulge in the marijuana smog
This is the season for noise pollution contamination
Examination of more cartoons than animation
My lamination of narration
Hits the snare and bass in a track for duck rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion, there aint no time to be staring, gazing
I turn the stage into a barren wasteland...
Im Infinite
[Chorus]
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it servin a sentence for murdering instruments
Now Im trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat Im tempted to make another attempt at it...
Im Infinite
%7B*scratches "time" and "is money"*%7D
[Verse 2]
Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense in your elite
defense
I got some meat to mince, a crew to stomp, and then two feet to rinse
I greet the gents and ladies, I spoil loyal fans
I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil bands
My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal
One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full of people
MCs are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium
Battle a band of phony MCs and stand a lonely one
Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data, Eliminator
Theres never been a greater since the burial of Jesus
Fuck around and catch all the venereal diseases
My thesis will smash a stereo to pieces
My a cappella releases classic masterpieces through telekinesis
That 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 servin a sentence for murdering instruments
Now Im trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat Im tempted to make another attempt at it...
Im Infinite
%7B*scratches "time" and "is money"*%7D
[Verse 3]
Man I got evidence Im never dense and I been clever ever since
My residence was hesitant to do some shit that represents the M-O
So Im assuming all responsibility
Cause theres a monster will in me that always wants to kill MCs
Mic Nestler, slamming like a wrestler
Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler
No one is specialer, my skill is intergalactical
I get cynical, act a fool, then I send a crew back to school
I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasnt practical
Id rather led a tactical, tactful track tickle your fancy
In fact I cant see, or cant imagine
A man who aint a lover of beats or a fan of scratching
So this is for my family, the kid who had a cammy 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
Im tensed a bit and tempted when I see the sins my friends commit...
Im Infinite
[Chorus]
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it servin a sentence for murdering instruments
Now Im trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat Im tempted to make another attempt at it...
Im Infinite
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it servin a sentence for murdering instruments
Now Im trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat Im tempted to make another attempt at it...
Im Infinite
95...96...and on and on....
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