Eminem - Infinite (1995) Instrumental Reprod (Noise Cleaned)(Free DL)

Very clean Instrumental of Eminem - Infinite Reproduced by KP Hits
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[@Imortallyfueled65]

Listening to this with headphones on in the dark makes me feel like I’m dying and leaving earth but in a very peaceful way lol

[@HipHop-dd1or]

Underrated comment, touched my heart!

[@AvariceOverlord]

Wow, I thought that was just the weed. Turns out its a human experience.

[@evelynphore7635]

I felt the same thing when I was sleeping listening to this song.

[@magnusvalestrand6502]

dam. that's deep

[@astrofficialchannel1987]

Espetially if you're high as fuck!

[@Area-5l]

Man, it’s to come up with your own rap after hearing Ems version

[@PigStarchy]

I tried, I can't compete with Em tho

[@tygengames1395]

rs im proud of my shit but then listen to ems and I'm like "well shit"

[@AmnesiaForever]

@@tygengames1395 Let him inspire you but don't compare yourself to him. He's him and you're you.

[@turnerblackwell3999]

@@AmnesiaForever I love this comment a lot of people that wanna start music look up to there influences and try to compare themselves with them and they get the thought that they could never do that and it’s a major discouragement and then they quit just be your self and be proud of your work and improve off of what you think would sound better

[@mas._.k_]

doing it right now.

[@MixeetGaming]

This makes me feel like im blasting into space and just... Relaxation comes upon and I just peacefully drift away out of the galaxy but I slip into a black hole... but I'm unharmed due to the drums bouncing off of each other and the piano.

[@Benjaminthemighty]

Beautiful. Now I want this in "Interstellar."

[@frozencumjar1504]

Yo these edibles ain't shi-

[@LoveNotWar96]

@@Benjaminthemighty 🤦🏻‍♂️😁

[@sandmanlopez9920]

@@LoveNotWar96 be nice please my friend that is someone’s child 😥

[@lewismartin3826]

Man this is like a mix of the original and the new 2016 remix....it’s perfect 👌🏻

[@davadreviewer5509]

Is it me or does the piano in the back kinda sounds like that one danganronpa song

[@Nova-zi9xw]

@@davadreviewer5509 its just you

[@O.B.E.A.S.T.T.]

@@davadreviewer5509 go away

[@u.m.9931]

If eminem ends his career, this would be the perfect way to close it, just the same way it started. We should play this wonder the day Em leaves this world. It's so relaxing, I don't know why I don't come here every time I feel down. It's not sad, motivating, or engaging, but just... chilling

[@syahmishen2745]

I agree with you... its gonna make me cry

[@somethingsomethinggenius1778]

this thing make me feel something i have not feel in a long time : peace truly a masterpice

[@johnlaguinday0795]

[Verse 1] 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 when just a fraction of my tracks run My rhymin' skills got you climbin' hills I travel through your mind and to your spine like siren drills I'm slimin' grills of roaches, with spray that disinfects And twistin' necks of rappers 'til their spinal column disconnects Put this in decks and check the monologue Turn your system up, twist 'em up And indulge in the marijuana smog This is the season for noise pollution contamination Examination of more car-tunes than animation My lamination of nar-er-ration, hits a snare and bass On a track for duck rapper interrogation When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be starin' gazin' I turn the stage into a barren wasteland; I'm Infinite [Hook] You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it I went to it, servin' a sentence For murderin' instruments Now I'm tryin' 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 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 leakin' like oil pans My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal One thought in my cerebral Is deeper than 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'll smash a stereo to pieces My a cappella releases classic masterpieces Through telekinesis, it eases you mentally Gently, sentimentally, instrumentally With entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite [Hook] You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it I went to it, servin' a sentence For murderin' instruments Now I'm tryin' 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 MO So I'm assumin' all responsibility ‘Cause there's a monster real in me That always wants to kill emcees Mic nestler, slammin' like a wrestler Here to make a mess of a lyric-smugglin' 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 scratchin' 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 [Hook] You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it I went to it, servin' a sentence For murderin' instruments Now I'm tryin' 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 murderin' instruments Now I'm tryin' to repent from it But when I hear the beat, I'm tempted To make another attempt at it; I'm Infinite

[@2Kurupt]

perfect remake

[@juhojaakkola4844]

Intro] Aw, yeah (It's like this, like this) It's Eminem, baby Back up in that motherfuckin' ass (Till forever, till forever) One time for your motherfuckin' mind (For MC's, MC's) We represent the 313-you know what I’m sayin'? Yo, they don’t know shit about this, for the '96 [Verse 1] 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 when just a fraction of my tracks run My rhymin' skills got you climbin' hills I travel through your mind and to your spine like siren drills I'm slimin' grills of roaches, with spray that disinfects And twistin' necks of rappers 'til their spinal column disconnects Put this in decks and check the monologue Turn your system up, twist 'em up And indulge in the marijuana smog This is the season for noise pollution contamination Examination of more car-tunes than animation My lamination of nar-er-ration, hits a snare and bass On a track for duck rapper interrogation When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be starin' gazin' I turn the stage into a barren wasteland; I'm Infinite

[@TheOkej]

If Eminem used this today, he would kill it

[@saint8612]

(Verse) 0:22 This moment come and goes, Me and you have common goals, It must be common sense that this scene is comatose, Saint is the very best, yes, I say this again and again, I know I keep going on like how my commas go. (Verse) 0:33 Calm, compose, I said it in my mind, My hands were froze, As I ignite the microphone, And paint a picture like I'm Michaelangelo, I saw the crowd and everybody had their hands all low, Well get to know the artist that you have to know. (Verse) 0:46 You can kill me, but best believe, I'll be back for more, In time they'll know I spit gold, that's Au Natural, They think they clown a stand-up guy, what you have me for, What's this handy for, A tool for when my dogs right at your door. (Verse) 0:57 Y'all got zero net like them park courts for basketball, Really from the city, but they'll know me international, I really got a feeling that I'm the best at this, and way by far, I really won't admit it, but I'll fail in my passion though, I don't have the action planning. (Verse) Making dreams come alive, And every other night, I dream of winning Grammy's, I, Want to show my granny heights, The ones that only I could climb, Make her proud and prove anyone listening, I can be infinite.

[@InFamXYT]

Sick

[@Maxepo]

🙌🙌🙌

[@Grail_Knight]

could listnen to this forever

[@dreadcastle2413]

Chill fuckin beat man I love it I would to!

[@deepmordor2411]

I feel for the people that will never have this hitting their eardrums sending out signals of bliss to their brain, super hard beat. Well produced, gg!

[@elliottbarrera6932]

my flows cuttin like the gar splittin stuff the blunt, hit uh rush it’ll be a minute smokin pass my limit vro goin wicked i’m viscous ambitious gonna go far back just to get my stars back red white eyes, and my lungs black mind of a sinner crystal lock up my heart in the winter and the nights go by i sat in the dying light made the riots fight the crooked think twice and thru my mind my thoughts intertwine goin out of sight my brain gettin smoked like the shatter make the blunt fatter my words seem to scatter tryna break thru the stone cold ice gem green faces n light blue eyes vro goin wicked cs i’m high like a kite lost up in the rhyme, too stuck in my mind dreamin just to vanish spaceship landin flowin like i planned it took the job and ran it

[@mariancosmin1888]

I feel Galaxy Infinit

[@mariancosmin1888]

MC Dhampir good 🙏🙏

[@bezerk7330]

Underated Instrumental! 100%

[@seshsi9588]

I feel like I’m floating in the air🧍🏾

[@RR-wc6nq]

this should be the intro to everyone's Em playlist. (Gotta Have his Rare Classics right after this)

[@MethmalDhananjaya]

God Bless to this Beautiful Soul.

[@InFamXYT]

After listening to this I just realized it's like an even better version of the remix

[@DoTheDeew]

WTF! YOU GOT THAT SHIT REAL HARD BRO! I MEAN IT IS REALLY COOL. WELL DONE! KEEP IT ON EM'S TRACKS.

[@vinnyhughes007]

this is beyond beautiful. God bless you bro

[@oofyboirookie3717]

This sounds better than most songs this day

[@NGKGMR]

I want this to be played at my funeral

[@londonblues193]

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 wack when 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 and twist the 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 smoke This is the season for noise pollution contamination Examination of more car tunes than animation My lamination of narration Hits a snare and bass in a track for duck rapper interrogation When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be staring gazing I turn the stage into a barren wasteland... I'm infinite You heard of hell well I was sent from it I went to it serving a sentence for murderin' 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 than a Jeep full of people MCs are feeble, I came to 'cause some pandemonium Battle a band of phony MCs 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 cappella releases classic masterpieces through telekinesis That 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 murderin' 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 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, slamming 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 serving a sentence for murderin' 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 serving a sentence for murderin' 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

[@cretynlmao]

Aw, yeah (It's like this, like this) It's Eminem, baby Back up in that motherfuckin' ass (Till forever, till forever) One time for your motherfuckin' mind (For MC's, MC's) We represent the 313-you know what I’m sayin'? Yo, they don’t know shit about this, for the '96 [Verse 1] 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 when just a fraction of my tracks run My rhymin' skills got you climbin' hills I travel through your mind and to your spine like siren drills I'm slimin' grills of roaches, with spray that disinfects And twistin' necks of rappers 'til their spinal column disconnects Put this in decks and check the monologue Turn your system up, twist 'em up And indulge in the marijuana smog This is the season for noise pollution contamination Examination of more car-tunes than animation My lamination of nar-er-ration, hits a snare and bass On a track for duck rapper interrogation When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be starin' gazin' I turn the stage into a barren wasteland; I'm Infinite [Hook] You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it I went to it, servin' a sentence For murderin' instruments Now I'm tryin' 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 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 leakin' like oil pans My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal One thought in my cerebral Is deeper than 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'll smash a stereo to pieces My a cappella releases classic masterpieces Through telekinesis, it eases you mentally Gently, sentimentally, instrumentally With entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite [Hook] You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it I went to it, servin' a sentence For murderin' instruments Now I'm tryin' 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 MO So I'm assumin' all responsibility ‘Cause there's a monster real in me That always wants to kill emcees Mic nestler, slammin' like a wrestler Here to make a mess of a lyric-smugglin' 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 scratchin' 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 [Hook] You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it I went to it, servin' a sentence For murderin' instruments Now I'm tryin' 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 murderin' instruments Now I'm tryin' to repent from it But when I hear the beat, I'm tempted To make another attempt at it; I'm Infinite

[@DSounz]

I made that other remix in your description, unfortunately youtube took it down, But this is a good remake! I like it.

[@Infinite_C]

wait did you make the original infinite instrumental or just the remix of it

[@freedom9729]

That really is squeaky clean

[@karimsrour4784]

2:43

[@oofyboirookie3717]

yes

[@abnuridd24]

This is amazing

[@mjbadboy14]

This is good! Really good on point

[@danielarrington1754]

yo I'm sick of this world trying to so /and brothers acting so hard/that rappers words are fictionate/now that you became stars my scars are infinite

[@vitoscaletta7895]

Perfect work!

[@zainstreammedia9064]

this is magic. i love you.

[@mn129d6]

Should of made another remake with the vocals

[@InFamXYT]

Just listen to the remix

[@faresdz5655]

Very beautiful

[@anantambisht4895]

SIGN UP  Infinite Eminem This is Eminem’s first song from his identically titled first album. The title is an ode to… read more »  VERIFIED COMMENTARY BY Eminem INFINITE LYRICS [Produced by Mr. Porter & Jeff Bass] [Intro] Aw, yeah (It's like this, like this) It's Eminem, baby Back up in that motherfuckin' ass (Till forever, till forever) One time for your motherfuckin' mind (For MC's, MC's) We represent the 313-you know what I’m sayin'? Yo, they don’t know shit about this, for the '96 [Verse 1] 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 when just a fraction of my tracks run My rhymin' skills got you climbin' hills I travel through your mind and to your spine like siren drills I'm slimin' grills of roaches, with spray that disinfects And twistin' necks of rappers 'til their spinal column disconnects Put this in decks and check the monologue Turn your system up, twist 'em up And indulge in the marijuana smog This is the season for noise pollution contamination Examination of more car-tunes than animation My lamination of nar-er-ration, hits a snare and bass On a track for duck rapper interrogation When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be starin' gazin' I turn the stage into a barren wasteland; I'm Infinite [Hook] You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it I went to it, servin' a sentence For murderin' instruments Now I'm tryin' 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 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 leakin' like oil pans My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal One thought in my cerebral Is deeper than 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'll smash a stereo to pieces My a cappella releases classic masterpieces Through telekinesis, it eases you mentally Gently, sentimentally, instrumentally With entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite [Hook] You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it I went to it, servin' a sentence For murderin' instruments Now I'm tryin' 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 MO So I'm assumin' all responsibility ‘Cause there's a monster real in me That always wants to kill emcees Mic nestler, slammin' like a wrestler Here to make a mess of a lyric-smugglin' 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 scratchin' 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 [Hook] You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it I went to it, servin' a sentence For murderin' instruments Now I'm tryin' 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 murderin' instruments Now I'm tryin' to repent from it But when I hear the beat, I'm tempted To make another attempt at it; I'm Infinite [Outro] '95, '96 ('96) And on and on and on (and on and on) SHARE THE LYRICS “INFINITE” TRACK INFO Produced ByJeff Bass & Mr. Porter Written ByMr. Porter & Eminem Release DateNovember 12, 1996 EXPAND TRACK INFO MUSIC VIDEO  GENIUS VIDEO Eminem’s “Venom” Explained WAS THIS RELEASED AS A SINGLE? WHAT'S THE MAIN SAMPLE FOR THE INSTRUMENTAL? MORE ON GENIUS NEXT UP W.E.G.O. (Interlude) EMINEM Infinite (1996)EMINEM 1. Infinite 2. W.E.G.O. (Interlude) 3. It's Okay 4. Tonite 5. 313 6. Maxine 7. Open Mic 8. Never 2 Far 9. Searchin' 10. Backstabber 11. Jealousy Woes II Radio Freestyle 3 Broke Day (Snippet of "It's Ok") Radio Freestyle 2 Infinite [Credits] Infinite (F.B.T. Remix) Radio Freestyle 1 COMMENTS Sydney215 412 5 years ago this shit is still insane. crazy debut. hope mmlp2 is more like this flow +180 UPVOTES DevinTheDopest 6 years ago Wish he’d still rapped like this. Dope ass shit +127 UPVOTES creepcrawl12 2,244 5 years ago Great song. I can’t believe some Eminem fans never heard of this. Even now in 2014 I still love this. GO Slim Shady!! +93 UPVOTES Life1sGood 242 6 years ago I love this song. It’s weird how some die hard eminem fans never heard of Infinite. +82 UPVOTES ezbie 335 4 years ago Today is 2015. And I still think this track (to some extent this whole first album) is the essence of all what Eminem is, like a preview what was going to come, a MC breaking MC’s, taboos, brang so much meaning with it just to contextualize the unexpected controversy. Fuck, no words to describe how noticeable is the spectrum Em reaches. Technically, he spit between and inside lines of insane flows a pure, uncopyable style, technique never seem before. I’m a Man that usually argue for no reason on no subject, but here I make and exception, or stay quiet cause I know I would fight guys who never dived into listening something like infinite. I also notice before Eminem records didn’t have so much rhymes into a single line, it looks like he pre-analyzes so that 3 or 4 rhymes will be at the same line. Then you look closely to see at the same time they rhyme not just between themselves but 1st and 3rd words in next one match 2nd and 4th of the 1st, real complex, for me is a puzzle what his lyrics sounds like, but if he’s a guy who sees himself as someone who treats words as puzzles inside his head, he should neither not be taken too seriously nor challenged on a battle (wise). Other point really confuses me: even when I’m on a normal day, if I play this track it is always the first time hearing it, holy shit! that’s why the name, Infinite! What perturbs me even more is when I ask myself “How can someone make such a remarkable song, and the motherfucker still names it ‘Infinite’ beforehand - having such naturality and confidence, assuring he knew success would come, he knew being broke would naturally pass and he would end up being anything he wanted to (Never 2 Far). This kind of astonishment just happens to me when I listen to Eminem, amongst a plethora of other artist in many other genres I cultive, not a fan of anything in particular, most shit I listen pass, we forget, but this track is different, is Infinite lol! Now my personal opinion is that this is the original Eminem, before the money and wide spread success, atmosphere on this song is much purer and peaceful than Slim Shady. That in a analogue sense seems more like a mutant, disordered version of the Eminem presented here. Both are vicious, catchy, complex, amazing, but this first Eminem was the original project, feels like a great and honest effort was put on this album, the arrange and style sounds like made to bring full sentiment of something special. But as Marshall had to sell and get money, and Infinite did not sell Eminem must have wanted to kill himself or something. I can’t even believe Infinite didn’t sell at least some thousands of copies. I myself, knowin my pride as I do, that I make wicked shit as well (not as an MC though)I think would die if I did something like this and shit didn’t sell, I would hate the world so much I would kill, hurt, die, everything. Only way to not end depressed like many talented artists do before end up killing themselves, would be something worth think. You indeed know how it is once you think some shit like this Em constantly speaks> “Gotta stay tight, I have a daughter. Tired of being broke all the time…I’m gonna make.” I think he felt so bad when he passed so ignored that it changed his whole mind entirely. Then Slim Shady appears, corrupting an entire generation, scattering profane obscenities over the entire world, so selfishly, many times arrogantly, and what’s supposed to be unpleasant (not really) will end being funniest, catchiest, biggest sensation ever. Who can’t remember back in 2000 (good days), Eminem played so much that I actually learnt how to sing “Without Me” even not having a clue what english was lol; Then when I learned english, I started to really like eminem, but that’s another subject. Here stays my tribute. Marshall … Eminem… *Slim Shady… Not kidding. I do feel this shit. Gut level, anyone else does? +78 UPVOTES About Genius Press AdvertiseEvent Space Privacy Policy LicensingJobs Terms of Use Copyright PolicyContact us © 2019 Genius Media Group Inc.

[@arbestologein]

Anantam Bisht lmfao u put the whole page

[@NinjaRabbott]

Thank you.

[@FunkyMunkey00_]

Sick

[@elliottbarrera6932]

chillin, sippin jack smokin, moving fast gravity fallin, i see bill cypher blunt got me higher than the clouds, got purple eyes and a gold crown run up yo town my hands hold rounds demons prayin for a halo loser vro glow with a dirty faygo i came to the show kick a flow, til the curtains close fallen rose made of gold diamond gliss a new element flow set in like sediment knockin but i can’t let ‘em in so i let em question it cs the poison runnin thru yo veins thinkin like it’s all inside my brain caught up in the day lost up in the night loservro i’m coolin at the mic

[@GeopoliticsDaily538]

Why cant I find the original on KZbin anymore 🤯

[@soulintent4129]

This instrumental gives me weird vibes, it s like im the most powerful thing and the universe leaving earth and dying in a very peaceful and weird way, the universe s not gonna be the same no more

[@yourboyflex5419]

"Infinite" Oh yeah, this is Eminem baby, back up in that motherfucking ass One time for your motherfucking mind, we represent the 313 You know what I'm saying? 'Cause they don't know shit about this For the 9-6 Ayo, my pen and paper 'cause a chain reaction To get your brain relaxing, a zany acting maniac in action A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction You look insanely whack when 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 sprayed on disinfectants Twist the 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 smoke This is the season for noise pollution contamination Examination of more cartoons than animation My lamination of narration Hit's a snare and bass in a track fucked up rapper interrogation When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be stare and gazing I turn the stage into a barren wasteland... I'm infinite You heard of hell well I was sent from it I went to it serving a sentence for murderin' 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 two feet to rinse I greet the gents and ladies, I spoil loyal fans I foil yo plans and leave fluids leaking like oil pans My coil hands around this microphone are lethal One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full of people MCs are feeble, I came to 'cause some pandemonium Battle a band of phony MCs 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 accapella releases classic masterpieces through telekinesis And 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 murderin' 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 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 messaler, slamming 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 serving a sentence for murderin' 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 serving a sentence for murderin' 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

[@yourboyflex5419]

If anyone wants to try to Karaoke This! This comment will help!

[@xopistan6827]

[@venusyt9948]

Oh yeah, this is Eminem baby Back up in that motherfucking ass One time for your mother fucking mind We represent the 313, you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, they don't know shit about this, for the '96 Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction To get your brain relaxing, a zany acting maniac in action A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction You look insanely whack when 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 sprayed on disinfectants Twist the necks of rappers 'til their spinal column disconnects Put this in decks and check the monologue Turn your system up, twist 'em up And indulge in the marijuana smog This is the season for noise pollution contamination Examination of more car-tunes than animation My lamination of nar-er-ration, hits a snare and bass On a track for duck rapper interrogation When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be starin' gazin' I turn the stage into a barren wasteland; I'm Infinite You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it I went to it, servin' a sentence For murderin' instruments Now I'm tryin' 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 leakin' like oil pans My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal One thought in my cerebral Is deeper than 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'll smash a stereo to pieces My a cappella 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, servin' a sentence For murderin' instruments Now I'm tryin' 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 MO So I'm assumin' all responsibility 'Cause there's a monster will in me That always wants to kill MC's Mic nestler, slammin' like a wrestler Here to make a mess of a lyric-smugglin' 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 scratchin' 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 murderin' instruments Now I'm tryin' 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 murderin' instruments Now I'm tryin' to repent from it But when I hear the beat, I'm tempted To make another attempt at it; I'm Infinite '95, '96 ('96) And on and on and on (and on and on)

[@micaiah.]

thank u

[@TheMagicmagic290]

You're a genius this is so good ! please send me the high quality wav if you can I really want to spit some bars to this !!

[@antnkinf]

stop

[@fuav66777j]

0:20

[@Benjaminthemighty]

Only click "Read More" if you want to see my Christian Freestyle that I was bored so I started saying along to the beat, pausing, and then immediately typing out each bar after I said it: (start at 0:46) Jesus Died on the cross, HE is the Boss Know Him and you'll never get lost, what is the cost if you don't learn who He is, where does that leave you, it's a hopeless road that ends in desolation, ruthlessness (0:58) Learn who He is and fight for the Father You won't feel bothered anymore, and you'll wanna holler His name throughout the nations, His fame and His glory in Heaven, you'll be let in the moment you get to steppin' away from earthly things, that are known to bring us away from God until you start to sing, about terrible things that are actually evil, That don't really help the People Anymore than movies do that spawn poor-rated sequels (1:21) And I should know, without equal measure, that God is good, and we should, try to get to know Him better, and it's pointless living lives by ourselves, where does that leave us? Be-sides forgotten and in Hell and it's, really really sad that we don't prioritize our Dad, living life bad in of a world full of madness; it's sad, this is actually enough to drive someone mad and off the latter, it's actually really sad that we're not sure where we're headed for in this (1:45) world that we're livin' in, swirlin' and spinnin' in a galaxy unravelling in a bafflin' disc or a brim (1:51) -kinda shape; i don't really know but i know enough problems get hurled at us in this day and age, yo (1:56) We should page God; ask for answers 'Cause we're dancers; to an unknown symphony, melodic beats; let's bounce our feet to these and hopefully, make this world a better place for all the G- OD, US, JC., SE (2:08) followas ya see, all we need to just really be on a different playing field of reality, and actually Just pray, 'cause one day, you will see a hund-rayd angels flyin' down, and land on your Hy-un-dai (end at 2:20) I hope you like this. It's entirely my own song, and it goes to an Eminem instrumental. And it's Jesus-centric. So, it means all the requirements, I think, for good Christian Hip-Hop. XD

[@axelsantiago4281]

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 when just a fraction of my tracks run My rhymin' skills got you climbin' hills I travel through your mind and to your spine like siren drills I'm slimin' grills of roaches, with spray that disinfects
And twistin' necks of rappers 'til their spinal column disconnects Put this in decks and check the monologue
Turn your system up, twist 'em up
And indulge in the marijuana smog This is the season for noise pollution contamination Examination of more car-tunes than animation My lamination of nar-er-ration, hits a snare and bass On a track for duck rapper interrogation When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be starin' gazin' I turn the stage into a barren wasteland; I'm Infinite [Hook] You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it I went to it, servin' a sentence For murderin' instruments Now I'm tryin' 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 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 leakin' like oil pans My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal One thought in my cerebral Is deeper than 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'll smash a stereo to pieces My a cappella releases classic masterpieces Through telekinesis, it eases you mentally Gently, sentimentally, instrumentally With entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite [Hook] You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it I went to it, servin' a sentence For murderin' instruments Now I'm tryin' 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 MO So I'm assumin' all responsibility ‘Cause there's a monster real in me That always wants to kill emcees Mic nestler, slammin' like a wrestler Here to make a mess of a lyric-smugglin' 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 scratchin' 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

[@jeremyely2855]

Infinite was released in 1996 .

[@mattyjohnston1425]

And??

[@marcusb.898]

Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction To get your brain relaxin, a zany act, a maniac in action A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction You look insanely whack when 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 rills of roaches, when sprayed in this infections Twistin necks of rappers till 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 Hit's a snare and bass in the 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... I'm Infinite

[@vsr9105]

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 when just a fraction of my tracks run My rhymin' skills got you climbin' hills I travel through your mind, and chill your spine like siren drills I'm slimin' grills of roaches, with spray that disinfects And twistin' necks of rappers 'Til their spinal column disconnects Put this in decks and check the monologue Turn your system up, twist 'em up And indulge in the marijuana smog This is the season for noise pollution contamination Examination of more car-tunes than animation My lamination of narration Hits a snare and bass on a track for duck rapper interrogation When I declare invasion There ain't no time to be starin', gazin' I turn the stage into a barren wasteland 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 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 than 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'll smash a stereo to pieces My acappella 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 MO So I'm assuming all responsibility ‘Cause there's a monster will in me That always wants to kill MCs Mic nestler, slammin' like a wrestler Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler No one else 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 scratchin' 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, 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 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

[@lilpunk2241]

Oh yeah, this is Eminem baby, back up in that motherfucking ass One time for your motherfucking mind, we represent the 313 You know what I'm saying, 'cause they don't know shit about this For the 9-6 Ayo, my pen and paper 'cause a chain reaction To get your brain relaxin', a zany act, a maniac in action A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction You look insanely whack when 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 rills of roaches, when sprayed in this infections Twistin' necks of rappers till 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 Hit's a snare and bass in the 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 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 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 than a Jeep full of people MCs 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 of the venereal diseases My thesis will smash a stereo to pieces My accapella releases plastic masterpieces through telekinesis That 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 been clever ever since My residence was hesitant to do some shit that represents the M-O So I'm assumin' all responsibility 'Cause there's a monster will in me that always wants to kill MC's Mic nestler, slamming 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 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 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 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

[@Hideotic]

This version sounds like Tribe

[@elpibedelcounter2179]

I can use it for a video, Obviously thanking you in the description?

[@shockcannoli122]

Hey can I use this as my outro song? I'll leave a link in the description for you

[@eppsislike]

Wow.

[@natelinka4222]

Yoo man this beat is sickk! Is it cool if i use it? Shout out from Rotterdam

[@gemmataylor8524]

Ah, yeah (It's like this, like this) This is Eminem, baby, back up in that motherfucking ass (Reporting live, 'til forever) One time for your motherfuckin' mind (For MC's, MC's) We represent the 313, you know what I’m saying? Yo, they don’t know 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 when just a fraction of my tracks run My rhymin' skills got you climbin' hills I travel through your mind, and chill your spine like siren drills I'm slimin' grills of roaches, with spray that disinfects And twistin' necks of rappers 'Til their spinal column disconnects Put this in decks and check the monologue Turn your system up, twist 'em up And indulge in the marijuana smog This is the season for noise pollution contamination Examination of more car-tunes than animation My lamination of narration Hits a snare and bass on a track for duck rapper interrogation When I declare invasion There ain't no time to be starin', gazin' I turn the stage into a barren wasteland 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 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 than 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'll smash a stereo to pieces My acappella 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 MO So I'm assuming all responsibility ‘Cause there's a monster will in me That always wants to kill MCs Mic nestler, slammin' like a wrestler Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler No one else 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 scratchin' 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, 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 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 '95, '96 ('96) And on and on and on (And on and on)

[@miconali4273]

2021 🔥🔥🔥

[@WorldWithYegor]

Ручка с бумагой создаёт реакцию Билет даёт на акцию, закрой глаза почувствуй релаксацию Носом дыши, медленно вдыхай а ёу И вам в новинку это словно омикрон, аккордион Здесь не играет, это ментальное что-то Рентабильно, четко я не боюсь Не Бога не черта, словно речовка На шею скуке ведь ты на деле пиздец Мой флоу телекинез, на твоем теле рубец я эквилибрист ты в эклере глист Ты читаешь тык пык, так сяк с бухты барахты, баран ты попутал карты но я спрошу как ты? Моя жизнь нарды твоя жизнь нары, я выбираю нарты, ты выгибаешь костыль, но мои парты тебя садят за парту, ты обножаешь простынь Я обожаю пастель, пасту, и выполняю госты, парень не простынь, со мной тягаться не варик- брось ты, бесконечен я И мы с вами сейчас окунемся в релаксацию, отменим санкции, нам запрещающие расслабляться И если вы устали, так отпустите ситуацию Представьте - всё хорошо- и так и будет братцы, расслабьтесь Дальше Мы с вами в космосе, там просто всё в невесомости летим, я силу лопасти постиг Но двигатель везёт на стык На стык разных галактик, на стык разных миров, нас манит чёрная дыра, навстречу астероид Мгновение, взрыв и он нас не тронет Использовал я идеально тут бластер - дрозд Даже мастей Йода мне руку пожал Включил ему свой трек и крикнул в рубку- Пожар!ведь Мой рэп рентабельно четко Твой рэп ректальные свечи Мой рэп ментально залечит Живет не тайно а вечно Поэт детально изучит Прочтёт внимательно, звучно И скажет браво, везучий Читает здраво, не скучно И мы с вами Мой текст в зале поэзии считается нифритом Твой текст не попадает не в сердце и не в ритм Ты на пьедестале? не ври там нет места тебе ты просто тембель и бро учи иврит. Ты рэпер как большой лебовски я рэпер как биг л ты красотка новодворская, я красотка Мэри джей Ты рыжий как Лилит, я рыжий как Рон Экспериамус, Авада Кедавра, Люций Патрон Ус, и ты застыл в ступоре, у кого тексты круче могу заключить хоть 200 хоть сто пари Я выхожу на новый уровень- ты до сих пор тупее Тупее даже тупого угла и носишь портупею Ты пони, я нарангазет Ты рядовой, я минимум на ранг повыше И мои панчлайны сто лет к ряду вызывают в головах мс что-то непонятное но твой рэп просто блеяние в микро для рэпа оскорбление ты на микро фоне макро рэпер Просто тлен и я Развею по ветру его

[@Benjaminthemighty]

His music was so hopeful, though.

[@bastiisalive]

I just want this to be the last song Eminem raps before he retires on stage.

[@rahulchamoli254]

Can we use this instrumental in our channel?..... I have a channel named WinRAUL..... Created yesterday ... And I am afraid of the strikes

[@epicbeats9766]

Yes go ahead and don't worry you won't be copyright striked.

[@wpprodpyc9266]

You all are my sacrifice, I'm picking out bars like picking lice,

[@alexanderespinoza3185]

1st.verse.🎙🎶Yo, God Infinite this is Alejandro🦸🏻‍♂️HipHop symphony Suffered brain 🧠 injury “Life” ; just glad still in it even though 👁 bull shitted neva quitted decided ✌️live by guns 💥🔫and knives 🔪 now opened up my third Eye my Philosophy brings “ YE” towards Sky High 🌌”the Pharcyde passing me by”drive slow probably y🧏🏻u won’t collide racist Police officers 👮‍♀️ take another Innocent life mothers cry 😢Devil’s Lie , why 🤷‍♂️

[@melonmusk1274]

Nope not even close

[@PiotrSzewczykPL]

💯🔥

[@fastdoozy9211]

💙

[@LuckyTaaru]

Sounds like the remix

[@hilalguvendi]

wow

[@Subject515]

You got track outs for this?

[@brownxking956]

Is it free for non profit?

[@symby9927]

What instruments did u use

[@VincentDoesNotCare]

Whats the sample used

[@roidstonnorman5977]

Covid-19. mind my enlightened.

[@inactive6402]

free for profit?

[@vijayanand9710]

Who made this beat? Dre?

[@davadreviewer5509]

It was produced by Jeff Bass And Mr. Porter

[@InFamXYT]

This was before Dre even knew Eminem existed

[@dukuo]

anyone knows the og sample?

[@whiteprivilege4469]

its an eminem song you waste of life

[@dukuo]

@@whiteprivilege4469 anyone knows THE og sample?

[@whiteprivilege4469]

@@dukuo touche but i can still beat you up

[@dukuo]

@@whiteprivilege4469 who?

[@iliyarahman.]

@@whiteprivilege4469 What pills are you taking

[@snakegaming1424]

Is this beat free?

[@InFamXYT]

No it's owned by web entertainment

[@cashabian9618]

when did you think this was worth uploading?

[@Made_In_Heaven88]

When did you think this was worth commenting?

[@tonytheofficer]

this isnt the instrumental, wheres the bass?

[@InFamXYT]

It's based off the remix

[@InFamXYT]

The remix replaces the bass with a cosmos sounding lead

[@cashabian9618]

please try to make better instrumentals, I doubt anyone's enjoying this

[@epicbeats9766]

can you elaborate?

[@infinimexinfinite]

What the- this instrumental is lit

[@TheRandomGuy570]

+CASHABIAN Bro idk what your talking about this beat is better than the original Infinite beat.

[@tuvshesecret6764]

Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction To get your brain relaxin, a zany act, a maniac in action A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction You look insanely whack when 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 rills of roaches, when sprayed in this infections Twistin necks of rappers till 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 Hit's a snare and bass in the 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... 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 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 of the venereal diseases My thesis will smash a stereo to pieces My accapella releases plastic masterpieces through telekinesis That 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 been clever ever since My residence was hesitant to do some shit that represents the M-O So I'm assumin' all responsibility Cause there's a monster will in me that always wants to kill MC's Mic nestler, slamming 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 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 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 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