infinite (f.b.t. remix)

ah

yeah

this is eminem

baby

back up in that motherfucking ass

one time for your motherfuckin' mind

we represent the 313

you know what i'm saying?

yo

they don't know shit about this

for the '96

ayo

my pen and paper cause a chain reaction

to get your brain relaxin'

the zany actin' maniac in action

a brainiac in fact

son

you mainly lack attraction

you look insanely wack when just a fraction of my tracks run

my rhymin' skills got you climbin' hills

i travel through your mind

and chill your spine like siren drills

i'm slimin' grills of roaches

with spray that disinfects

and twistin' necks of rappers

'til their spinal column disconnects

put this in decks and check the monologue

turn your system up

twist 'em up

and indulge in the marijuana smog

this is the season for noise pollution contamination

examination of more car-tunes than animation

my lamination of narration

hits a snare and bass on a track for duck rapper interrogation

when i declare invasion

there ain't no time to be starin'

gazin'

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

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 than 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 the venereal diseases

my thesis'll smash a stereo to pieces

my a cappella releases classic masterpieces

through telekinesis

it eases you mentally

gently

sentimentally

instrumentally

with entity

dementedly meant to be infinite

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

man

i got evidence

i'm never dense

and i've been clever ever since my residence was hesitant

to do some shit that represents the mo

so i'm assuming all responsibility

'cause there's a monster will in me

that always wants to kill mcs

mic nestler

slammin' like a wrestler

here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler

no one else 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 scratchin'

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

'95

'96

and on and on and on