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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.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Old School
Charts
Peak #6,933
Peak in subgenre #133
Author
J. Writt
Rights
B.A.S.E. Inc.
Uploaded
March 03, 2004
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MP3 4.6 MB • 128 kbps • 4:58
Story behind the song
Side note: One verse was written while sitting on the hood of my car while I waited for my girlfriend at the time to arrive. Another verse was written over a year later(I get lazy sometimes and don't finish songs!).
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TOO MANY MICS VERSE 1 I’m not from a big city, but I’m use to the lights. I’ve had a lot of scuffles, so I’m use to the fights. Yeah I’m left-handed, but watch out for the right. My potential keeps rising, yall aint use to the heights. Might as well be the moon cuz I’m ruling the nights. You can call my flow Lycra cuz I’m keeping it tight. Aint worried about my future, I’m gonna be all right. When I’m done breathing, the Lord and me gonna reunite. You bammas with no vision can’t see this kid. Yall was hating saying I wasn’t going to be this big. Now I’m on my way to rocking it, while thousands cheer. You’re on your way to doing at least six years. I got girls lining up to have my kids, While your chick’s mom is like “It better not be his.” My career is at full throttle and yours hits skids. I tried to battle you once but you just hid. I flow like Shakespeare and you’re Les Miz. How you going to be a player and not know what game is? I strongly suggest you stay out of my biz, Unless you’re really trying to see just what beef is! Chorus There’s too many mics and not enough lyrics. Rappers sell their souls and spit flows with no spirit. It aint about what’s yours. It aint about what’s mine. It’s about time, this game’s about rhymes. Verse 2 Cats be like aww hell. I get more numbers than Ma Bell. But I really can’t tell from the looks of your grill. You’re a hothead. You really need to chill. Jabronies yelling at me is something I can’t feel. You can carry more weight than offensive linemen. But drug sales have nothing to do with rhyming. You got to have Skillz and mine are Infinite. Rap is like a woman and I’m straight pimping it. Too many brothers lack ambition and become Hip-hop dropouts. And use the music industry snakes as a cop out. They need to stop now. I get in the studio and pop out Flows Infinitely so you know I’ll never flop out. I got the Skillz, so my potential never tops out. My beats hit so hard they could even knock your pops out. With just one verse, I could clear your whole block out. Yall can’t do me none, might as well get your socks out. I’m sending bammas back like my name was immigration. After every battle I get ego inflammation. It doesn’t matter who it is; I only get wins. When it comes to rapping, best believe I’m a 10. My next line doesn’t mean I don’t love my kin. Re-infect my mom with cancer before I lose again. You can call me Jesus if losing is a sin. It just won’t happen before the world ends. Chorus Verse 3 Been in the minor leagues for a minute now. But yall sleeping on my skillz like I’m Emmitt now. They said he was too slow, but look at the boy go. You say I can’t flow, but I’m rocking this show. I got no health care, so you know I’ve been sick. 9 pounds at birth, so you know I’ve been thick. Always a big boy, nope I’ve never been quick Unless you’re talking about rap or a battle of wits And yes the car that I drive is old enough to vote But don’t think I won’t serve you nerds quote for quote. You keep spouting off at the mouth and that just won’t float. I’ll leave face down on stage like a capsized boat. Keep playing on the mic, like it’s a toy. I’ll have your mom saying, “What happened to my boy?” These words that I speak, you need to heed. To flow like Infinite, you going to need some weed. Plus ghosts to write for you. Call B.I.G and Pac Only then would you be able to hold my jock. You manage equipment. I elevate the game. You and everything else wack are one and the same. You can get touched like tones, attacked like clones Bagged up then thrown out back like bones. I don’t bling or sing I just do my thing. But the way I run this league, I should be rocking a ring.
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