Infinite song by Eminem from Primary Album Infinite. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Freestyle, Hip-Hop, Detroit Rap music. The Record company is Web Entertainment. Released on November 12, 1996.
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Infinite Meaning
| [[Produced by Mr. Porter & Jeff Bass] [Intro] Aw, yeah (It’s like this, like this) It’s Eminem, baby Back up in that motherfuckin’ ass (‘Til forever, ’til forever) One time for your motherfuckin’ mind (For MCs, MCs) We represent the 313—you know what I’m sayin’? Yo, they don’t know shit about this, for the ’96 [Verse 1] 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 runs 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 nar-er-ration, 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 , [Hook] You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it I went to it, servin’ a sentence for murderin’ instruments Now I’m tryin’ 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 feet to rinse I greet the gents and ladies, I spoil loyal fans I foil plans and leave fluids leakin’ like oil pans My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal One thought in my cerebral is deeper than a jeep-full of people MCs are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium Battle a band of phony MCs 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 acappella releases classic masterpieces, through telekinesis It eases you mentally, gently Sentimentally, instrumentally With entity, dementedly meant to be infinite , [Hook] You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it I went to it, servin’ a sentence for murderin’ instruments Now I’m tryin’ 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’ve been clever ever since My residence was hesitant to do some shit that represents the MO So I’m assumin’ all responsibility ‘Cause there’s a monster real in me that always wants to kill MCs Mic nestler, slammin’ like a wrestler Here to make a mess of a lyric-smugglin’ 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 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 , [Hook] You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it I went to it, servin’ a sentence for murderin’ instruments Now I’m tryin’ 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, servin’ a sentence for murderin’ instruments Now I’m tryin’ to repent from it, but when I hear the beat I’m tempted to make another attempt at it I’m infinite [Outro: Mr. Porter] ’95 (’95), ’96 (’96) And on, and on, and on, and on (And on)] |
Frequently posed queries
- What is the name of the producer of the lyrics for Infinite?
This lirics prodiucer by dEnAun.
- What is the name of the person who wrote this song? Infinite
Infinite song lyrics is written by dEnAun & Eminem
- Who is the lyrics Mixing Engineer
Infinite song lyrics mixing Engineer by Kevin Wilder & Robert ‘Flipside’ Handy
- Who is the professional behind the recording of the music?
Infinite lyrics recording Engineer is Robert ‘Flipside’ Handy & Kevin Wilder
- Can you provide the name of the mastering engineer for the music?
Infinite lyrics song mastering engineer is Grant Mohrman
