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Hush (Produced By DJ Wreckless)
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THIS IS HIP HOP! Produced By DJ Wreckless (www.wrecklessbeats.com) Holla at me on myspace.com/infiniteskillz
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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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Charts
Peak #5,391
Peak in subgenre #2,997
Author
J. Writt
Rights
B.A.S.E. Inc/Wreckless Beats
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October 21, 2006
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MP3 4.5 MB 128 kbps 4:57
Story behind the song
Just another solid selection from the originators of the I-95 Connection
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Verse 1 Back up! You don’t want to be the one to get it When I bumrush the stage and leave the mic dented. Infinite’s in your area and I’m coming with it. Just admit it. When I spit it, I’m tighter than new fitteds. Designed by F.a.T when I rhyme like that. Security knocked me off stage, but I climbed right back. Them clowns can’t stop me from grabbing the mic and dropping Hotter 16’s than R Kelly when he’s panty popping. Open up and say ahhh to this urine sample. Want a real emcee? I’m a pure example. Could’ve been an engineer with all the mics I’ve handled. Every time I touch a mic (mick) I’m putting SHIT on mantles. If I say it’s duck season? I aint talking fowl. I’m trying to warn rappers that suck to duck down. If you don’t want your rap dreams to get crushed You better listen to Eric Sermon and hush. Verse 2 My lyrical capacity for microphone voracity Makes me more of a hustler than that dude Cassidy. I’m hated like the Heels when they stampede Cameron Cuz when I hit the club, I have your girlfriend rambling I do tracks like rich kids and take them for ransom. Cuz the flow is strong like a longhaired Sampson. When it comes to rhyming, I’m the top of the totem. So you know that these hoes gonna be jocking my scrotum. Yall already know when, I spit it’s click clack Aint a smoker but your boy stays with a sick pack. No not a six pack. I’ll leave that to F.a.T In 06 we’re dropping albums back to back Only time I feel empty is when I listen to Nelly Switch to Nas and get bloated like Christopher’s belly That’s Wallace if you’re guessing but not Ben or Rasheed. I’m a veteran, kid I been on my steez Verse 3 There’s like a million Montanas, either Tonys or Joes. But yall don’t quarterback crack, you spit phonier flows. I aint scared of yall Weird Al Yankovics. Yall faker than some Enron banking digits. If you got a problem, I got the answer key I aint 112, you don’t want to dance with me. Yall bammas don’t want it; you still gotta little green flow. My rhymes reach farther than effects of El Nino. I’m real. Yall still be holographic. My flow’s bananas yall are just holla back kids. Pop sensations hopping in and out. Got rotation but you stink like you’re spinning out. I’ll roll up on your city like I’m Amtrak on it. You lie to the beat; I spit the damn facts on it. Your tracks aint bloody that’s your tampax on it. If I ever drop a mic it’s got anthrax on it.
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