From the low budget beauty Infinite. LYRICS Oh yeah, this is Eminem baby, back up in that motherfucking ass One time for your motherfucking mind, we represent the 313 You know what I'm saying?, cause they don't know shit about this For the 9-6 Verse 1: Aiyyo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction To get your brain relaxin, cause they be actin maniac in action A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction You looking zany 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 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 a track fucked 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 Chorus: 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 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, some fruit to stomp,and then two ... Video Rating: 4 / 5
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