Eminem - Infinite (+ W.E.G.O.) (feat. Proof & DJ Head) | Текст песни

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• Infinite (+ W.E.G.O.) (feat. Proof & DJ Head)

[Produced by Mr. Porter & Jeff Bass]

[Intro]
Ah yeah (It's like this, like this)
This is Eminem, baby
Back up in that motherfucking ass ('Til forever, 'til forever)
One time for your motherfucking mind (For MCs, MCs)
We represent the 313, you know what I’m saying?
Its good 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 run
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 'em
Twisting necks of rappers 'til 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 car tunes than animation
My lamination of narration
Hits a snare and bass on a track for duck rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be staring gazing
I turn the stage into a barren wasteland

[Hook]
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

[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, 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
There's never been a greater since the burial of Jesus
Fuck around and catch all the venereal diseases
My thesis will smash a stereo to pieces
My a capella releases classic masterpieces through telekinesis
It eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
With entity, dementedly meant to be infinite

[Hook]

[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 assuming all responsibility
‘Cause there's a monster will in me that always wants to kill MCs
Mic nestler, slamming like a wrestler
Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler
No one else 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 scratching
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

[Hook]

[Outro]
90 Spot, '96 ('96), and on and on and on (and on and on)

[Intro: Proof]
Yeah Soul Intent, checking in
#1 baby this week
You know what I'm sayin'?
This is M.C. Proof

[DJ Head]
And DJ Head!

[Proof]
Checkin' in on W.E.G.O
You know what I'm sayin'?
Ay yo we got the #1
Requested song, of the day
Coming up next
It's a local 313 talent
He goes by the name of Eminem
And it's called "It's OK"