Haters hit the bricks! Beat by Infinite Skillz. Lyrics by Infinite Skillz. Any questions?
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Infinite Skillz - Bringing A Message To The Party And Some Fun To The Thinkers.
1. Swoon Music 2. Poetry In Motion 3. Good Music (Chill Time) 4. Man’s World 5. Remember When 6. Fire *Bonus Instrumental* 7. Diamond Ring *Bonus Track* 8. Give It All Away Hip Hop Reborn. Infinite Skillz is lyrical purity and word-play mated with present day consciousness. If you like Skillz (formerly known as Mad Skillz), KRS ONE, Run DMC, Beastie Boys, Gangstarr, Jurassic Five, or The Roots, you'll love Infinite. He is the organizing member of B.A.S.E INC out of the Hip Hop hotbed known as Virginia. Infinite Skillz started in an Atlanta based crew called Unparalleled Sound (UPS). The four-man consortium met while attending college at various institutions in the Atlanta University Center. He and the rest of UPS went their separate ways after graduation. With the Hip Hop bug firmly implanted, Infinite left Atlanta after graduating from Morehouse College and moved to a small town named Searcy in North Central Arkansas for grad school. The lack of social stimulation and/or progress inspired Infinite to finish his 2-year program in 16 months. With school (and Arkansas thankfully) behind him, that drive is now being channeled into his many hustles. Music is one of them.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #12,004
Peak in subgenre #7,145
Author
J. Writt
Rights
B.A.S.E. Inc.
Uploaded
November 08, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.5 MB • 128 kbps • 4:55
Story behind the song
Haters can't stop my shine. You know about us!Just continuing to rep Virginia and B.A.S.E INC.
Lyrics
They call me Infinite because of my skillz and talents. I find it hard sometimes to get opponents to challenge. Like Kareem and Magic, I got the one-two punch Step to me and get boxed up like Crunch and Munch. Not cardboard. I’m talking about that permanent pine. I’ll put you six feet deep where no one can find You cuz, so what you want to do cuz . You don’t want to battle me. I’ll leave you black and blue cuz. Somebody should have told you, that Infinite will fold you. Bobby Drake might be chilling but my style is much colder. Fronting like you’re top dog, but I know you got fleas. You’re only the macaroni cuz the hoes know you got cheese And would you please stop rhyming about your bank accounts And how you clock dollars in large amounts. Cuz unless you’re giving it back, it really doesn’t matter. Don’t think you’re a better emcee, cuz your wallet is fatter. I’ll take my lyrical shank and stab you in your bladder. Janet knows I’m in control and Mike will tell you that I’m badder. I wish you had of, really tried to step to me. You little sucker, you aint gaining your rep on me. You’re not in my league thing. You’re not even close to me. I’m repping B.A.S.E. INC son, who you s’posed to be. Chorus My wrists aint icy, but my skillz be nice. My neighborhood aint dicey, but my skillz be nice. Them magazines don’t hype me, but my skillz be nice. My skillz be nice. My skillz be nice. I don’t rock Nikes, but my skillz be nice. Model chicks don’t like me, but my skillz be nice. I don’t own diamond rings or rock those finer things. I don’t sit around on weekends drinking wine and things. I got my pad and my pen. That should suffice. I don’t need those extras, cuz my skillz be nice. Verse 2 I got your moms on my sack sucking like a human leech. You don’t lecture on manure; so kill that bullshit speech. You could never beat me; I’m stronger than 20 He-Men. I be coming harder than crystallized semen. You’re looking kind of grim like I was the reaper. Cuz I’m blowing like Mike Vick on a QB keeper. Your rhymes real shitty like an urban street sweeper. I will KNOCK you out like the Sandman or a sleeper. I’ll cut you off at the ankles and leave you defeated. And make you cry till your eyes turn red like you just got weeded. Screaming for just-ice, you need to just hush. Cuz you just fuss, make me want to just bust, your tail. You were doomed to fail. Like a blind man with no hands still trying to read Braille. Battling me will get you floored quicker than a gas pedal. You could be a blacksmith, but still couldn’t test my metal. Verse 3 I oversee my flow, so you know I’m gonna crack whips. Not from the Pharcyde, but I give emcees fat lips. I don’t chase pussy, but it stays on me like catnip. Cuz Infinite Skillz makes the track do back flips. I do this for the love, not so I can stack chips. I’m from the state of Iverson. I don’t need practice. I’m game time baby. I show up at crunch time. The world is my stage. You only flow at lunchtime. My lines come quicker than obedient dogs. This track will have you hopping like some helium frogs (ribbit ribbit) Whoever says I can’t flow. Best believe is crazed. My Skillz be Infinite. Yours need to be raised. While I’m writing, you be biting like beasts in the Everglades. I get a rack of standing O’s, SO screw your accolades. Got fans of all ages. Who the hell you think your mama calls? I’m always flowing like Amazonian waterfalls. When I’m not Walter Kronkiting, I’m out mic fighting While you kiddies in your cities are at home Excite Biking. You don’t want to fight Titans. Infinite is like lightning. When I hit you, I’m gonna split you like a young Mike Tyson. I'm a menace with a vengeance who's hitting them with a sentence All you liars and you sinners it's time to pay your penance Yall be faking like you're real but still be some pretenders I aint lying. I'm just trying to fry all you beginners.
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