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
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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
lucky
Can ya sell 1?
@@silly618😂
If you mean the original, make sure to look after it
Have a good day!
That bass beat in the background ❤️🔥🔥
The bass gives off that nostalgic vibe it’s absolutely timeless 🙏
@@TheShadowless you gotta hear that small instrumental version on the infinite interview at the beginning
i sang the song by myself. My parents are proud
I’m proud of your parents
My parents are proud of you
My parents are disappointed in all of us❤
my parents decided to adopt you
my parents read this comment and now they're disappointed in me
takes me back to another time... so long ago, it must be another world.
Same!!!
seriously
Thank you for this instrumental! Seriously the best one out there for anyone trying to "karaoke" rap to this.
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
thank you,lyricsman
All the real fans are here
I was 313 like. Proud of myself.
Damn such a good one!
Love it💯💯
good enough to freestyle on homie
It sounds legit, Love It! Could you do more of Em's "Kamikaze"?
Gawd 💎
History in the making
Excellent job!! Shits on point.
i can't hear the vocals. nice
So much better than the Apple Music version
I would say if you can find the other instrumental of this used on the infinite interview that would be really dope
Hell yeah, dis is da wae... What program did you use to silence the vocals?
He dropped this album the day I was born
Hey can you do eminem - stepping stone?
Still a dope beat no matter what and I can’t hear the vocal but maybe I’m death abit fam respect 🙈
nice job
marshal mcormic
What sample was used on this track?
Just dropped a freestyle to this instrumental, let me know if it’s good nah
Lmao I made this remake instrumental
Who asked
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
More car tunes than animation
This is Canibus
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