I can't say enough about this song. I've been getting a lot of love because of it and I like it more everytime I listen to it. It is simply fire!
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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 #1,801
Peak in subgenre #729
Author
J. Writt
Rights
B.A.S.E. Inc.
Uploaded
January 05, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.5 MB • 128 kbps • 4:57
Story behind the song
I wrote this song because there are entirely too many fake thugs and reformed gangstas in Hip Hop right now. Even worse than that are the number of people who idolize these people because of their triflant lifestyle. I wrote this song hoping to affect a change from this trend.
Lyrics
Intro You big gummy bear gambino bammas. You little low budget Scarface bammas. You big grammar school goodfella bammas. You little country Kaiser Sozay bammas Yo, Why are you pretending to be a gangster? All gangsters do is steal from or prey upon law-abiding citizens who actually work for their living. Parasites. It’s sad that I had to put gunshots in this beat to get you fake thugs and gangsta groupies to listen. But now that I got you here, peep this. Verse 1 There’s a sickness in the game now. Everybody’s saying how, They controlled the streets or they use to sell ‘cane now They traded in their bricks for platinum mic scripts Their bids upstate for month long beach trips. I’m heated, cuz all the fags and bitches Keep flooding the radio with tales of rags to riches. How life is easier without the mags & stitches. How they pull groupies now instead of bagging snitches But the problem is, most of those bammas can’t even hold it. Rap is my schoolroom and they’re the ones getting scolded Hip-hop is not a retirement home for thugs Nor is it a refuge for pushers of drugs Or is it? Some fake it and some live it Regardless yall buy it and it gets me livid I’m not King, but I’ve got a dream and it seems so vivid That rappers do it for art instead of cream & women It can be more than music, if we choose to use it. Instead of letting bammas come through and abuse it. Verse 2 Music use to be our edge when we use to have to dredge All day on plantations with whips about our heads. That’s right, covert communication. The best way for our people to avert subjugation. The most powerful of weapons when in the right hands But yall want to reduce it to an accompaniment for dance. They might own distribution, but we control direction It’s not just some songs; it’s our musical reflection. It’s okay every now and then to do that right thrurr. But music, with substance, is what is, preferred. Like Whigs & Tories all parties must end. When you stop will you have more than a soundtrack for sin? What you do today, tomorrow becomes your legacy. I’ll be that dude who rhymed just like a pregnancy. Phat flows that bring life to the hood. Big and Pac are legends but I’m every bit as good. I’m so, tight with the flow, you’d think my jaw was closed. I penetrate to the truth, get your facade exposed. Verse 3 You bammas are lightweights; even your socks are baggy. You avoid the battle like Scooby and Shaggy. In the studio yall claim to be some old G’s. But when real trouble comes yall are like “OH GEEZ.” You bammas aint gorillas, you just look like them. You’re more like noodles, you get cooked like them. In the heat of the battle like flowers you just wilt While I stay chilling, like my name was MILK (milk is chilling) You talk a good game like you really want beef. But on the real, you’re in the corner trying to squeeze out a queef. A little nosebleed or an occasional movie scene Are the only bloodbaths that you have ever seen. Plus those jerseys don’t fit you. Yall are not athletes I’ll run circles around you kids like youth track meets. Always bragging how you spilled, SOMEBODY’S brains But you got no gun permit and aint been to the range. I’m not buying it. Sell those lies to the tabloids. You’re like Will & Martin. You just act like you’re bad boys.
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