Oh yeah, this is Eminem baby, back up in that motherfucking ass
  One time for your mother fucking 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:]
  Ayo, 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 spun
  My rhyming skills got you climbing hills
  I travel through your mind until you spine like siren drills
  I'm sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants
  With some ex 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 of 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's surface and sentenced 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 of your elite defense
  I got to meet the fence fruit was stompin at your feet to rinse
  I greet intensive ladies, I spoil all your fans
  I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil bands
  My coil hands around this microphone 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
    [Chorus:]
  You heard of hell well I was sent from it
  I went to it's surface and sentenced 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 3:]
  Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I been clever ever since
  My residence was hesitant to do some shit 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 speacialer, My skill is intergalactical
  I get cynical at 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 led a tactful, tractical, track for 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
  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 tense to be tempted when I see the sins my friends commit...
  I'm Infinite
    [Chorus:]
  You heard of hell well I was sent from it
  I went to it's surface and sentenced 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's surface and sentenced 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