Infinite – D12 – letras

Aw yeah, this is Eminem baby, back up in that motherfucking assOne time for your motherfucking mind, we represent the 313You know what I’m saying?’Cause they don’t know shit about thisFor the 9-6Aiyo, my pen and paper cause a chain reactionTo get your brain relaxin’, a zany-actin’ maniac in actionA brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attractionYou looking zany whack with just a fraction of my tracks spunMy rhyming skills got you climbing hillsI travel through your mind until you spine like siren drillsI’m sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectantsWith some ex rappers till their spinal column disconnectsPut this in your decks and then check the monologue, turn your system upTwist them up, and indulge in the marijuana smogThis is the season for noise pollution contaminationExamination of more cartoons than animationMy lamination of narrationHit’s a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogationWhen I declare invasion, there ain’t no time to be stare and gazingI turn the stage into a barren wastelandI’m InfiniteCHORUSYou heard of hell well I was sent from itI went to it servin’ a sentence for murdering instrumentsNow I’m trying to repent from itBut when I hear the beat I’m tempted to make another attempt at itI’m InfiniteBust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense of your elite defenseI got some meat to minceA crew to stomp and then two feet to rinseI greet the gents and ladies, I spoil loyal fansI foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil pansMy coiled hands around this microphone is lethalOne thought in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full of peopleMC’s are feeble, I came to cause some pandemoniumBattle a band of phony MC’s and stand a lonely oneImitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data, EliminatorThere’s never been a greater since the burial of JesusFuck around and catch all of the venereal diseasesMy thesis will smash a stereo to piecesMy acapella releases plastic masterpieces through telekinesisThat eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentallyWith entity, dementedly meant to be InfiniteChorusMan I got evidence I’m never dense and I been clever ever sinceMy residence was hesitant to do some shit that represents the M-OSo I’m assuming all responsibility’cause there’s a monster will in me that always wants to kill MC’sMic Nestler, slamming like a wrestlerHere to make a mess of a lyric-smuggling embezzlerNo one is speacialerMy skill is intergalacticalI get cynical at a fool then I send a crew back to schoolI never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn’t practicalI’d rather let a tactical, tactful, track tickle your fancyIn fact I can’t see, or can’t imagineA man who ain’t a lover of beats or a fan of scratchin’So this is for my family, the kid who had a cammy on my last jamPlus the man who never had a plan BBe all you can be, ’cause once you make an instant hitI’m tensed a bit and tempted when I see the sins my friends commitI’m InfiniteChorus 2x