produced by mr porter jeff bass
aw yeah it’s like this like this
it’s eminem baby
back up in that motherfuckin’ ass
’til forever ’til forever
one time for your motherfuckin’ mind for mc’s mc’s
we represent the you know what im sayin’
yo they dont know shit 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 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 cartunes than animation
my lamination of narerration 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
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 jeepfull 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 ly
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
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 lyricsmugglin’ 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
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
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
’95 ’95 ’96 ’96
and on and on and on and on and on
Artist: Eminem
Year: 2016
Decade: 10s
Language: en
Word Count: 397