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 sayin?
Yo, they don¿t know shit about this, for the 96

Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction
To get your brain relaxing, a zany acting maniac in action
A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction
You look insanely whack when 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
Im sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants
Twist the 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 aint no time to be starin gazin
I turn the stage into a barren wasteland; Im Infinite



You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it
I went to it, servin a sentence
For murderin instruments
Now Im tryin to repent from it
But when I hear the beat, Im tempted
To make another attempt at it; Im 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 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
Theres never been a greater since the burial of Jesus
Fuck around and catch all the venereal diseases
My thesisll 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



You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it
I went to it, servin a sentence
For murderin instruments
Now Im tryin to repent from it
But when I hear the beat, Im tempted
To make another attempt at it; Im Infinite

Man, I got evidence, Im never dense
And Ive been clever ever since my residence was hesitant
To do some shit that represents the MO
So Im assumin all responsibility
¿Cause theres 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-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 wasnt practical
Id rather let a tactical, tactful track tickle your fancy
In fact, I cant see, or cant imagine
A man who aint 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
Im tensed a bit, and tempted
When I see the sins my friends commit; Im Infinite



You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it
I went to it, servin a sentence
For murderin instruments
Now Im tryin to repent from it
But when I hear the beat, Im tempted
To make another attempt at it; Im Infinite

You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it
I went to it, servin a sentence
For murderin instruments
Now Im tryin to repent from it
But when I hear the beat, Im tempted
To make another attempt at it; Im Infinite

95, 96 (96)
And on and on and on (and on and on)