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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 I’m saying, cuz they don’t know shit about this

For the 9-6

Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction

To get your brain relaxin, a zany act, a maniac in action

A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction

You look insanely whack 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

I’m sliming rills of roaches, when sprayed in this infections

Twistin necks of rappers till their spinal column disconnects

Put this in decks and check the monologue, turn your system up

Twist them 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

Hit’s a snare and bass in the track fucked up rapper interrogation

When I declare invasion, there ain’t no time to be staring, gazing

I turn the stage into a barren wasteland.

I’m Infinite

You heard of hell, well I was sent from it

I went to it serving a sentence 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 Infiite

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 pans

My coiled hands around this microphone are 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 lonely 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

That eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally

With entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite

You heard of hell, well I was sent from it

I went to it serving a sentence 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

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 assumin’ all responsibility

Cause there’s a monster will in me that always wants to kill MC’s

Mic nestler, slamming like a wrestler

Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzle

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 wasn’t practical

I’d rather let a tactical, tactful, track tickle 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 tensed a bit and tempted when I see the sins my friends commit.

I’m Infinite

You heard of hell, well I was sent from it

I went to it serving a sentence 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 serving a sentence 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