Infinite (canção)

**Produtor** | Mr. Potter

**Infinite** é um canção do rapper norte-americano Eminem. É a primeira música do álbum de estréia *Infinite* (1996). Foi produzido por Mr. Potter.

## Letra

**[Verse 1]**

Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction

 To get your brain relaxing, the zany acting maniac in action

A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction

 You look insanely whack when just a fraction of my track spun

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

**[Hook]**

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

**[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, 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 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 acapella releases classic masterpieces through telekinesis

It eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally

With entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite

**[Hook]**

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

**[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 M-O

So I'm assuming all responsibility

 Cause there's a monster will in me that always wants to kill MC's

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

**[Hook]**

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