Wystarczy się zalogować, aby wyłączyć wszystkie reklamy. Zapraszamy do naszej społeczności!
Zaloguj się
i wykorzystaj wszystkie możliwości serwisu!Inne teksty piosenek
Eminem
Eminem - Infinite
Infinite
Tekst dodał(a): KOTEK
Edytuj tekst
Tłumaczenie dodał(a): robert94
Edytuj tłumaczenie
Teledysk dodał(a): tojaala
Edytuj teledysk
Tekst piosenki: Eminem - Infinite
Ah yeah
This is Eminem, baby
Back up in that motherfucking ass
One time for your motherfucking mind
We represent the 3 1 3, you know what I’m saying?
They don’t 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 with 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 spray that disinfects 'em
Twisting necks of rappers 'til their spinal column disconnects
Put this in decks and check the monologue
Turn your system up
Twist them up and indulge in the marijuana smog
This is the season for noise pollution, contamination
Examination of more cartoons than animation
My lamination of narration
Hits a snare and bass on a track fucked up rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be staring gazing
I turn the stage into a barren wasteland
Im 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 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 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 will smash a stereo to pieces
My a capella 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 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 MCs
Mic nestler, slam it like a wrestler
Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling 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 scratching
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 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 servin 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, and on and on)
This is Eminem, baby
Back up in that motherfucking ass
One time for your motherfucking mind
We represent the 3 1 3, you know what I’m saying?
They don’t 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 with 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 spray that disinfects 'em
Twisting necks of rappers 'til their spinal column disconnects
Put this in decks and check the monologue
Turn your system up
Twist them up and indulge in the marijuana smog
This is the season for noise pollution, contamination
Examination of more cartoons than animation
My lamination of narration
Hits a snare and bass on a track fucked up rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be staring gazing
I turn the stage into a barren wasteland
Im 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 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 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 will smash a stereo to pieces
My a capella 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 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 MCs
Mic nestler, slam it like a wrestler
Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling 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 scratching
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 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 servin 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, and on and on)
Dodaj adnotację do tego tekstu » Historia edycji tekstu
| Tekst: |
Marshall Bruce Mathers III Edytuj metrykę |
|---|---|
| Muzyka: |
Marshall Bruce Mathers III |
| Rok wydania: |
1995/1996 |
| Wykonanie oryginalne: |
Eminem |
| Płyty: |
Infinite |
| Ciekawostki: |
Został wydany 12 listopada 1996 roku w postaci kasety magnetofonowej oraz płyty winylowej. |
Pokaż powiązany komentarz ↓