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vs O-Jay (Produced By Projekt MS)
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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 • Battles/Disses
Charts
Peak #544
Peak in subgenre #139
Author
Infinite Skillz/Projekt MS
Rights
B.A.S.E. Inc Music
Uploaded
April 13, 2008
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MP3 8.6 MB • 320 kbps • 3:45
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www.deadsoundent.com
Lyrics
I’m considered a heavy favorite so welcome to the slaughter. You’re just a backup. I came in as a starter. With that half-court range. You’re steady bricking bunnies. When I saw the match up, I said Finale’s really funny. Jokes on you. Hope you got a sense of humor. You’ve been showing real growth. Only problem? It’s a tumor. Malignant in fact, it kills rhythm in rap. So it’s really not your fault your delivery’s wack.* You can’t brag bout sex when you aint even had ya dick sucked. So don’t talk about looks until you get some pics up. -And speaking of oral, where’s ya tracks at? Got fewer songs than Nicole Ritchie’s got back fat. Only 4 on ya page called O-Jay Exclusives But from the looks of it, I think O-Jay’s reclusive White boys on Eminem beats is so cliché. I heard your first round diss; that’s how I know you gay. Want a scary movie? How bout ya Rd 2 opponent. You aint Shaun of the Dead. You sound like Atonement. I’m the new Brit flick called the Yorkshire Ripper. If I lose to you, the pope hires strippers* That show up dressed like Michael Jackson. Back when, he still resembled a black man. Can’t lock down the block when ya got twelve bars. Your only hustle is chasing yellow moons and orange stars. Take ya lucky charms, back to Leeds and sulk. Your rap game’s soft son you need some bulk. Calling B a textcee? At least he’s got work. And I aint hating on Finale, but I think he got jerked* You’re a ghost dog, but I’ma play the black samurai. Cut you and leave you shaking like dude on Family Ties. I understand you aint been rapping that long. But how I got more websites than you have songs? And how you say make music that actually gets heard When your own countrymen don’t know you nerd The UK scene gives you no mention. Only coming up you’re doing’s in your man’s loaf pincher. After this round you can bugger all you like. Just do like Inta Flex and put down your mic. Blame it on blown speakers but you’re just a rook. Tell the truth son, we all know you’re just Q Shook. Since your name’s OJ. I’ll play Cochran. But spare the little riddles to explain my doctrine. You aint ready for the game, get off the field. There’s really no shame, saying ya lost to skillz. I teen wolf the track; show my teeth through rap. Most times though I’m really just a peaceful chap. The OJ I know goes with vodka Your flow’s no good like Leeds U soccer This bloke from a town in a broke little county. Needs a boat load of quotes to get close to the bounty. You aint Lennox Lewis; you’re nothing like a champ. Go back to where ya came from, like mail without a stamp. Return to sender, you’re no contender. Sounding like a cross between David Beckham and a blender. Bet you worked real hard wrote the song of your life. But they best they’ll say, is you put up a good fight. I got too many arrows. A win aint in your Tarots. You can’t fit my knickers, and I don’t even wear those. I know you’re thinking. He’s gotta lose sometime. But if accents were in, I’d buy a new Hyundai.
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