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