Infinite
Eminem(??) Lyrics
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Back up in that motherfucking ass
One time for your mother fucking mind
We represent the 313, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, they don't know shit about this, for the '96
Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction
To get your brain relaxing, a zany acting maniac in action
You look insanely whack when just a fraction of my tracks run
My rhyming skills got you climbing hills
I travel through your mind into your spine like siren drills
I'm sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants
Twist the 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 car-tunes than animation
My lamination of nar-er-ration, 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, 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
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
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 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, 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 will in me
That always wants to kill MC's
Mic nestler, slammin' like a wrestler
Here to make a mess of a lyric-smugglin' 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
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, '96 ('96)
And on and on and on (and on and on)
In "Infinite," Eminem reveals his lyrical abilities as he talks about his love for music, the struggles he faces in the industry, and his desire to overcome them. The lyrics showcase his playfulness and creativity in using metaphors, wordplay, and rhyme schemes to create a piece that reflects his mentality towards making music.
He starts the track off by introducing himself and the place he represents, the 313. He then dives into his rhyming skills and how they are capable of sending shivers through the audience's spine-like siren drills. Eminem also talks about his experiences with the music industry and the constant battle he faces as an independent artist trying to make his way in the game. He talks about the temptations he faces to revert to his old ways when he hears a beat that inspires him to go back to his former self.
Throughout the song, Eminem uses his lyrical prowess to prove his immense talent as an MC while staying true to his roots. "Infinite" is a classic example of Eminem's early work, highlighting his hunger and drive to make a mark in the music industry.
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Oh yeah, this is Eminem baby
Introducing himself as Eminem, confidently and proudly
Back up in that motherfucking ass
Returning with a strong and assertive presence
One time for your mother fucking mind
Dedicating this song to stimulate and captivate the listener's mind
We represent the 313, you know what I'm sayin'?
Proudly representing the area code 313 in Detroit, Michigan
Yo, they don't know shit about this, for the '96
Expressing that people are unaware of his talent and potential in 1996
Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction
Highlighting the power of his writing to trigger a series of profound thoughts
To get your brain relaxing, a zany acting maniac in action
Using his eccentric behavior and compelling performance to captivate and engage the listener's mind
A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction
Implying that his intellect and talent are the qualities that make him appealing, unlike others who lack magnetism
You look insanely whack when just a fraction of my tracks run
Pointing out that even a small portion of his music surpasses the quality of others' entire discographies
My rhyming skills got you climbing hills
His impressive ability to craft and deliver rhymes pushes listeners to new heights of appreciation
I travel through your mind into your spine like siren drills
Metaphorically suggesting that his music penetrates the listener's psyche, affecting them deeply
I'm sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants
Using lyrical tactics to expose and criticize fake and insignificant rappers
Twist the necks of rappers 'til their spinal column disconnects
Symbolically destroying the careers and reputations of weak rappers
Put this in decks and check the monologue
Advising listeners to play this song on their music players and pay attention to the lyrics
Turn your system up, twist 'em up
Encouraging the audience to increase the volume and get fully immersed in the music
And indulge in the marijuana smog
Encouraging the listeners to relax, enjoy the vibe, and perhaps use marijuana as a means to enhance their experience
This is the season for noise pollution contamination
Emphasizing the current state of the music industry, filled with shallow and low-quality content
Examination of more car-tunes than animation
Comparing the abundance of commercially-driven songs to the limited artistry and creativity found in animated movies
My lamination of nar-er-ration, hits a snare and bass
His smooth and polished delivery of storytelling rhymes hits the listener's ears with impact
On a track for duck rapper interrogation
Using his verses to expose and question the authenticity and skills of shallow rappers
When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be starin' gazin'
Asserting his dominance and intensity, urging the audience not to waste time but rather pay attention
I turn the stage into a barren wasteland; I'm Infinite
His commanding presence on stage transforms the environment into a desolate space, showcasing his unlimited talent and potential
You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it
Portraying himself as an artist who emerged from obstacles and hardships, defying expectations
I went to it, servin' a sentence
Accepting and acknowledging the consequences of his actions and experiences
For murderin' instruments
Referring to his ability to outshine and dominate other musicians through his skillful performances
Now I'm tryin' to repent from it
Making an effort to amend the mistakes he made in his past and grow as an artist
But when I hear the beat, I'm tempted
Expressing his irresistible urge and impulse to create music when he hears a captivating beat
To make another attempt at it; I'm Infinite
Emphasizing his endless creativity and dedication to his craft
Bust it, I let the beat commence
Announcing the start of the instrumental and his readiness to deliver his rhymes
So I can beat the sense in your elite defense
Determined to challenge and break down the self-proclaimed elite's defensive attitude
I got some meat to mince
Having important things to say and proving his lyrical prowess
A crew to stomp, and then two feet to rinse
Confronting and overwhelming his competitors with ease
I greet the gents and ladies, I spoil loyal fans
Acknowledging and appreciating his supportive and dedicated fans
I foil plans and leave fluids leakin' like oil pans
Sabotaging others' strategies while metaphorically causing chaos, just like a leaking oil pan
My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal
Highlighting his tight grip and control over the microphone, suggesting his mastery in delivering powerful verses
One thought in my cerebral
Demonstrating that even a single idea in his mind holds tremendous depth and impact
Is deeper than a Jeep-full of people
Comparing the profoundness of his thoughts to the capacity of a large group of individuals
MC's are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium
Labeling other rappers as weak and emphasizing his intention to create chaos and excitement in the rap industry
Battle a band of phony MC's, and stand the lonely one
Challenging and defeating a group of fake rappers while standing tall as the only authentic and exceptional artist
Imitator, intimidator, stimulator
Describing his ability to mimic, intimidate, and inspire other rappers
Simulator of data, eliminator
Presenting himself as a machine-like artist who manipulates and dominates the rap game
There's never been a greater since the burial of Jesus
Comparing his greatness to historical figures, suggesting that he is one of the greatest artists of all time
Fuck around and catch all the venereal diseases
Figuratively implying that those who challenge or underestimate him will be metaphorically infected and destroyed
My thesis'll smash a stereo to pieces
Claiming that the power and impact of his music will destroy and surpass any other sound system or speaker
My a cappella releases classic masterpieces
Emphasizing the quality and timelessness of his acapella performances, which are considered works of art
Through telekinesis, it eases you mentally
Using the concept of telekinesis as a metaphor to convey that his music has the power to heal and uplift the listener's mind
Gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
Delivering his music in a soothing and emotionally resonant manner, using the power of instruments
With entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite
Describing himself as an artist destined to be limitless and eternal
Man, I got evidence, I'm never dense
Asserting that he always has proof and is never ignorant or oblivious
And I've been clever ever since my residence was hesitant
Expressing that he has always been intelligent and cunning since he was hesitant to settle down in a particular location
To do some shit that represents the MO
To engage in activities that showcase his particular approach and style
So I'm assumin' all responsibility
Taking full ownership and accountability for his actions and their consequences
'Cause there's a monster will in me
Acknowledging the presence of a powerful and unruly force within him that drives his creativity and determination
That always wants to kill MC's
Revealing his competitive nature and desire to surpass and dominate other rappers
Mic nestler, slammin' like a wrestler
Comparing his impact and energy on the microphone to that of a professional wrestler slamming an opponent
Here to make a mess of a lyric-smugglin' embezzler
Challenging and exposing rappers who use dishonest and fraudulent tactics to deceive listeners
No one is specialer, my skill is intergalactical
Asserting his unique talent, claiming that his skills transcend boundaries and are out of this world
I get cynical, act a fool
Adopting a skeptical and playful attitude, refusing to conform to societal standards
Then I send a crew back to school
Metaphorically defeating and outperforming other rappers, sending them back to the beginning to learn and improve
I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical
Explaining that he never carried weapons or pretended to be tough because it served no practical purpose for him
I'd rather let a tactical, tactful track tickle your fancy
Preferring to captivate and entertain listeners with skillful and cleverly crafted tracks
In fact, I can't see, or can't imagine
Stating that he cannot foresee or imagine a person not loving beats and scratching in the world of rap
A man who ain't a lover of beats or a fan of scratchin'
Believing that genuine enthusiasts of rap music appreciate the importance of beats and DJ scratching
So this is for my family, the kid who had a cameo
Dedicating this song to his fans, specifically mentioning a passionate supporter who had a small appearance in his previous track
On my last jam, plus the man who never had a plan B
Acknowledging the loyalty of a person who always supported him, never relying on a backup plan
Be all you can be, 'cause once you make an instant hit
Encouraging listeners to strive to reach their full potential, as even a single moment of success can have a lasting impact
I'm tensed a bit, and tempted
Admitting that he feels a slight pressure and temptation to always deliver exceptional music
When I see the sins my friends commit; I'm Infinite
Feeling motivated and inspired by witnessing his friends' mistakes and shortcomings, realizing he has the potential to surpass them all
And on and on and on
Emphasizing the never-ending quality and continuous flow of his talent and creativity
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Marshall Mathers, Denaun Porter
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@faresahmad6457
[Intro]
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 313—you know what I’m sayin'?
Yo, 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 to 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 car-tunes than animation
My lamination of nar-er-ration, 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
[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
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 a cappella releases classic masterpieces
Through telekinesis, it eases you mentally
Gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
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
[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 assumin' all responsibility
‘Cause there's a monster real in me
That always wants to kill emcees
Mic nestler, slammin' like a wrestler
Here to make a mess of a lyric-smugglin' 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
[Outro]
'95, '96 ('96)
And on and on and on (and on and on)
@HeartNDagger18
… My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise at the same time
Can make you dry your eyes with the same rhyme
See what you're seein' is a genius at work, which to me isn't work
So it's easy to misinterpret it at first
'Cause when I speak, it's tongue-in-cheek
I'd yank my fuckin' teeth before I'd ever bite my tongue
I'd slice my gums, get struck by fuckin' lightning twice at once
And die and come back as Vanilla Ice's son
And walk around the rest of my life spit on
And kicked and hit with shit every time I sung
Like R. Kelly as soon as "Bump and Grind" comes on
More pain inside of my brain than the eyes of a little girl
Inside of a plane aimed at the World Trade, standin' on Ronnie's grave
Screamin' at the sky, 'til clouds gather, it's Clyde Mathers and Bonnie Jade
And that's pretty much the gist of it
Parents are pissed, but the kids love it
Nine millimeter heater stashed in two-seaters with meat cleavers
I don't blame you, I wouldn't let Hailie listen to me neither
@nathangreen6939
I feel like if he announced he was doing a farewell tour. He should play this song at his final show. Because 24 years ago he had nothing. But now he is infinite.
@itsAchillesS
Damn bro, this comment gave me shivers. That would be something special....
@sergioso9479
you mean this would never get played.... "The thought that i would stop when I'm dead".
@morganstokes1930
Amazing comment
@endomedia9907
good comment but he named the album infinite because he already knew.......
@coconutplayingcards8538
This is like the illest comment I've ever read
@lazarus7860
Infinite was a lost GEM. This is one of his best songs.
@jameslahey6358
But it’s dementedly meant to be infinite
@raverRyan2764
He unfortunately received no praise for this style. Most people wanted the wild Slim Shady whos trying to steal your moms Xans after he decapitates her and uses her head as a hand puppet.
@jakeoleksienko2301
His best album in my opinion. So amazing!