Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Infinite , by - Eminem. Release date: 11.11.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Infinite |
| One time for your motherf*cking mind, we represent the 313 |
| You know what I’m saying?, cause they don’t know sh*t about this |
| For the 9−6 |
| Aiyyo, 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 insanely whack with 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 pills or roaches, we sprayed and disinfects |
| And twist the necks of 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 in a track f*cked 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 |
| 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 |
| Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense in your elite defense |
| I got some meat to mince, some fruit to stomp, and then two feet to rinse |
| I greet intensive ladies, I spoil all your 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 sh*t 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 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 tractical, 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 |
| So 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 |