If you're not in my crew, I'm talking about you.
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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 #865
Peak in subgenre #473
Author
J. Writt
Rights
B.A.S.E. Inc.
Uploaded
January 02, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 4:37
Story behind the song
Just a general response to a lot of the garbage I hear daily over the airwaves.
Lyrics
Verse 1 It’s not that I’m good I’m just better than you. If your clique has beef, then I’ll deaden your crew. I’m just letting you through, I’m hitting at close range. So I can hear you cry for mercy, is that really so strange. I like the, sound of pain, in all who oppose. As much as Ludacris likes to “throw dem bows.” I might not be a pro, but the players know my stats For you to hit this hard, you best be holding bats Or maybe holding gats, with the real big hammers You think you’re old school cuz you still dig Hammer. You’re just a big bamma, ask Huggy Lowdown. We call you, Scuba Steve cuz you’re gonna go down. A lopsided throwdown is how they’ll describe it. You say you want war but I don’t think you’ll survive it. We stay conniving, planning our next attack You should have learned in ’93 that VA could rap Plus we lace the tracks, one stop get it all. These lyrics, this beat, yep-yep I did it all. You know whom to call, next time you need heat. Call Infinite, the one who’s Able To Defeat. Verse 2 I got fam in California; I know how both coasts is. But all you know is, what lots of dough is. I outflow kids, cuz I got halitosis. I keep it funky my verses are so ferocious. We’re both on camera, but you’re the one who poses. You spit about clothes, cuz you’re sweeter than roses. All that talk about ice, gonna get your life frozen. Jewels can’t outshine, cuz I’m the one chosen. I score points after points, like P-A-Ts You’re gonna need T-H-G to recreate me. You need G-N-C, but my flow is all-nat. Every time I spit bars, they’re like he’s all that. I told you I bring heat. You’re gonna need three A/Cs. It’s a storm to you, but to me life’s a midday breeze. I’m like Shaq with this, frontin only slows me down. Yall are Shaqs too, your own weight holds you down. I produce in the post regardless of the double. And I say what I want, regardless of the trouble. I’m tired of all this beef between the so-called mic kings. I’m the future, making your tomorrow frightening. Verse 3 You recruited me for this ish so I could increase my fame. Now its time for INFINITE to unleash the pain. Tell them non-believers to see a priest again. Cuz I stay hungry and it's time to feast again. The end is near for you bammas so say your last rites. I'm underground and on the rise just like stalagmites. I'm tired of being humble. I was meant to boast. I only spit heat rocks cuz I was meant to roast. The outcome of our battle just won't be close. Like when Austin and Doc E see who can pimp the most. If you're crazy, ask an alcoholic chimp to toast. But don't test me on the mic cuz I just rip and coast. I straight defecate on mics like I’m unpotty trained. Girls hated in the past, now they do naughty things. Ambition and talent, I got all of that. I’m bout to get my shine on like the bling in baller rap. I got marathon stamina; your flow is 10K. Plus you smell a little and it’s not Ben-Gay. You got holes in your game, you need a better racket. I’ve been good with the mic since I rocked a letter jacket.
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