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Hit You Up (Prod by Sean Divine)
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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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Hip-Hop • Hardcore Rap
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#11,226 in subgenre Peak #97
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Peak #6,774
Author
Infinite Skillz/B. Hinshaw
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B.A.S.E. Inc Music
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July 27, 2008
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MP3 6.9 MB • 320 kbps • 3:00
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Hook (I’ma Hit You Up. I’ma Hit You Up. I’ma Hit You Up. If your mouth keeps running.) Agony. Injury. Misery. Defeat. This is what you get when you go against me. Blood. Death. Tears. Pain. These are the things that my enemies gain. Verse Aint no rainbows on my shirt. I don’t want to dance homey. Unless you’re Jesus, you aint gotta put your hands on me. You had had a lil too much Henny and Coke. Gon feel contact high without having a smoke. You need to quit ya yapping and, back up out of my face. Or get your top ate and I aint talking bout MySpace. You got guns but you won’t make it to the trunk fam. One slap. One jab. One hook. One slam. Your boys can’t help. One’s drunk and one ran You can tell your crew you caught lumps cuz ya gun jammed. Nobody has to know. I aint trying to clown you Won’t be me that that told them how the bouncers found you. I mean, why would I put you on blast. I’d be, doing enough, by whooping your ass. And don’t try to get back aint a thang you could do to me. My good bars mean good gated community. Verse I’ll Chris Simms you young bucs, make ya lose your spleen When I Expos you bammas, you’re gon lose your team. I’m Mike Vick of this mic sh** . Yall the ones that might snitch. I’ve mastered bars. MasterCard knows that I am priceless. I write this, pen hand tighter than a vice grip. Flood the lab with crude and maybe then I might slip. You better play Dungy, be a quiet man. Or you’ll see the fat lady and the choir fam. -Compared to me you clowns are gay comics. Funny style while I sound like straight vomit. I spit sicker than Chris-tipher when he was standing. That's Wallace or Reeves. You feebs are outlandish. If you raise a hand to me, you better be toasting And that thing in your palm? It better be lotion. You’ll get thrown in the ocean with cinderblock fins. I’m known for rocking mics. I’ll do the same to ya chin. Verse If the proof is in the pudding, then hello, I’m Jell-o. Cuz I do my thing sure as submarines are yellow. And even if they aren’t, I’ll still play my part. Starring role of a show called Break A Bamma Off. Your so-called army is faker than Sgt. Slaughter But the goons on my squad could be working for Blackwater. I’ll Iraq the track. Take your ears for hostage. Aint built for the struggle? Stay home and cross-stitch. Imposters, can’t really, stop a moving tank silly. “How’d you get to be so focused man?” Thank Billy. The sun of Vickie too. I run with a sickly crew. Graduated. Left the House. Now I’m steady giving flu. Not the bird type. Pandemic word flight. Vocab’s scary but I guess I’m still a nerd, right? -Think it if you want. Speak it if you’re brave. And the next time they see you, they’ll be peeking in your grave.
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