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Infinite
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Infinite was released on November 12, 2026 by Org Music as a part of the album Infinite EP
ReleasedNovember 12, 2026
LabelOrg Music
LanguageEnglish
BPM82
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction
To get your brain relaxin', the zaniac, the 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 into your spine like siren drills
I'm slimin' grills of roaches with spray that disinfrects
And twistin' necks of rappers till 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 cartoons than animation, my lamination of narration
Hits a snare and bass on the 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
[Chorus]
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 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 of 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
[Chorus]
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 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 real in me
That always wants to kill MCs
Mic messaler, 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
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
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

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