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  • Ah, yeah (It's like this, like this)
    This is Eminem, baby, back up in that ************* ass
    ('Til forever, 'til forever)
    One time for your ************' mind (For MC's, MC's)
    We represent the 313, you know what I’m saying?
    Yo, they don’t know **** about this, for the '96

    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
    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 ********* 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 starin', gazin'
    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 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
    **** around and catch all the venereal diseases
    My thesis'll smash a stereo to pieces
    My a cappella releases classic masterpieces
    Through telekinesis, it 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

    Man, I got evidence, I'm never dense
    And I've been clever ever since my residence was hesitant
    To do some **** 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, slammin' 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 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; 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; 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
    '95, '96 ('96)
    And on and on and on (and on and on)
  • [00:02.86]Ah, yeah (It's like this, like this)
    [00:04.69]This is Eminem, baby, back up in that ************* ass
    [00:09.32]('Til forever, 'til forever)
    [00:10.75]One time for your ************' mind (For MC's, MC's)
    [00:13.52]We represent the 313, you know what I’m saying?
    [00:18.11]Yo, they don’t know **** about this, for the '96
    [00:21.62]
    [00:23.10]Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction
    [00:25.95]To get your brain relaxin', the zany actin' maniac in action
    [00:29.53]A brainiac in fact, son, you mainly lack attraction
    [00:32.55]You look insanely wack when just a fraction of my tracks run
    [00:36.16]My rhymin' skills got you climbin' hills
    [00:38.33]I travel through your mind, and chill your spine like siren drills
    [00:41.24]I'm slimin' grills of roaches, with spray that disinfects
    [00:43.98]And twistin' necks of rappers
    [00:45.50]'Til their spinal column disconnects
    [00:47.11]Put this in decks and check the monologue
    [00:49.90]Turn your system up, twist 'em up
    [00:50.85]And indulge in the ********* smog
    [00:53.60]This is the season for noise pollution contamination
    [00:55.64]Examination of more car-tunes than animation
    [00:58.97]My lamination of narration
    [01:01.15]Hits a snare and bass on a track for duck rapper interrogation
    [01:04.70]When I declare invasion
    [01:06.15]There ain't no time to be starin', gazin'
    [01:07.92]I turn the stage into a barren wasteland
    [01:09.82]
    [01:10.18]I'm Infinite; you heard of Hell
    [01:12.00]Well, I was sent from it
    [01:13.14]I went to it, serving a sentence
    [01:14.77]For murdering instruments
    [01:16.79]Now I'm trying to repent from it
    [01:18.68]But when I hear the beat, I'm tempted
    [01:20.20]To make another attempt at it; I'm Infinite
    [01:22.66]
    [01:32.63]Bust it! I let the beat commence
    [01:34.33]So I can beat the sense in your elite defense
    [01:36.58]I got some meat to mince
    [01:37.77]A crew to stomp, and then two feet to rinse
    [01:39.92]I greet the gents and ladies, I spoil loyal fans
    [01:42.72]I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil pans
    [01:45.64]My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal
    [01:48.27]One thought in my cerebral is deeper than a jeep-full of people
    [01:51.47]MC's are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium
    [01:54.43]Battle a band of phony MC's, and stand the lonely one
    [01:57.90]Imitator, intimidator, stimulator
    [02:00.41]Simulator of data eliminator
    [02:02.57]There's never been a greater since the burial of Jesus
    [02:05.92]**** around and catch all the venereal diseases
    [02:08.44]My thesis'll smash a stereo to pieces
    [02:10.93]My a cappella releases classic masterpieces
    [02:13.58]Through telekinesis, it eases you mentally
    [02:16.14]Gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
    [02:18.53]With entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite
    [02:21.30]
    [02:21.51]You heard of Hell
    [02:22.19]Well, I was sent from it
    [02:23.38]I went to it, serving a sentence
    [02:25.00]For murdering instruments
    [02:27.40]Now I'm trying to repent from it
    [02:28.82]But when I hear the beat, I'm tempted
    [02:30.54]To make another attempt at it; I'm Infinite
    [02:32.88]
    [02:43.44]Man, I got evidence, I'm never dense
    [02:45.27]And I've been clever ever since my residence was hesitant
    [02:48.16]To do some **** that represents the MO
    [02:50.43]So I'm assuming all responsibility
    [02:52.60]‘Cause there's a monster will in me
    [02:54.30]That always wants to kill MCs
    [02:56.10]Mic nestler, slammin' like a wrestler
    [02:58.62]Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler
    [03:01.32]No one else is specialer, my skill is intergalactical
    [03:04.32]I get cynical, act a fool, then I send a crew back to school
    [03:07.21]I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical
    [03:10.92]I'd rather let a tactical, tactful track tickle your fancy
    [03:14.12]In fact, I can't see, or can't imagine
    [03:16.40]A man who ain't a lover of beats or a fan of scratchin'
    [03:19.33]So this is for my family, the kid who had a cameo
    [03:22.10]On my last jam, plus the man who never had a plan B
    [03:25.18]Be all you can be, ‘cause once you make an instant hit
    [03:27.74]I'm tensed a bit, and tempted
    [03:29.02]When I see the sins my friends commit
    [03:30.34]
    [03:30.62]I'm Infinite; you heard of Hell
    [03:32.42]Well, I was sent from it
    [03:33.66]I went to it, serving a sentence
    [03:35.20]For murdering instruments
    [03:37.24]Now I'm trying to repent from it
    [03:39.50]But when I hear the beat, I'm tempted
    [03:40.69]To make another attempt at it
    [03:41.80]
    [03:42.29]I'm Infinite; you heard of Hell
    [03:44.19]Well, I was sent from it
    [03:45.40]I went to it, serving a sentence
    [03:46.82]For murdering instruments
    [03:48.95]Now I'm trying to repent from it
    [03:50.77]But when I hear the beat, I'm tempted
    [03:52.59]To make another attempt at it; I'm Infinite
    [03:55.60]'95, '96 ('96)
    [03:58.18]And on and on and on (and on and on)