One time for your mother fucking mind  we represent the 313
 You know what I'm saying?  cause they don't know shit about this
 For the 9 6

 Verse 1:
 Ayo  my pen and paper cause a chain reaction
 To get your brain relaxin  cause they be actin maniac in action
 A brainiac in fact son  you mainly lack attraction
 You looking zany whack with just a fraction of my tracks spun
 My rhyming skills got you climbing hills
 I travel through your mind until you spine like siren drills
 I'm sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants
 With some ex rappers till their spinal column disconnects
 We disinfect then check the monologue, turn your system up
 Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana smoke
 This is the season for noise pollution contamination
 Examination of more cartoons than animation
 My lamination of narration
 Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation
 When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be stare and gazing
 I turn the stage into a barren wasteland...
 I'm Infinite

 Chorus:
 You heard of hell well I was sent from it
 I went to it's surface and sentenced 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 of your elite defense
 I got to meet the fence fruit was stompin at your feet to rinse
 I greet intensive ladies, I spoil all your fans
 I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil bands
 My coil hands around this microphone 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 only 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
 And eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
 With entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite

 Chorus:
 You heard of hell well I was sent from it
 I went to it's surface and sentenced 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 3:
 Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I been clever ever since
 My residence was hesitant to do some shit that represents the M-O
 So I'm assuming all responsibility
 Cause there's a monster will in me that always wants to kill MC's
 Mic messaler, slamming like a wrestler
 Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler
 No one is speacialer, My skill is intergalactical
 I get cynical at 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 led a tactful, tractical, track for 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
 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 tense to be tempted when I see the sins my friends commit...
 I'm Infinite

 Chorus:
 You heard of hell well I was sent from it
 I went to it's surface and sentenced 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
 You heard of hell well I was sent from it
 I went to it's surface and sentenced 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