I own 2 copies of this cassette tape, I listen to it every day on my Walkman cassette player and I also own the F.B.T. Version of this on cassette and I will always treasure them, they ain’t goin’ nowhere
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 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 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 MC's 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
Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction To get your brain relaxin, a zany act, a 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 I'm sliming rills of roaches, when sprayed in this infections Twistin necks of rappers till their spinal column disconnects Put this in decks and 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 the track fucked up rapper interrogation When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be staring, gazing I turn the stage into a barren wasteland... I'm Infinite
Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction To get your brain relaxin, a zany act, a 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 I'm sliming rills of roaches, when sprayed in this infections Twistin necks of rappers till their spinal column disconnects Put this in decks and 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 the track fucked up rapper interrogation When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be staring, gazing 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 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 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 of the venereal diseases My thesis will smash a stereo to pieces My accapella releases plastic masterpieces through telekinesis That 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 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
