Infinite - Eminem

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