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You haven't heard Infinite Skillz until you've heard this song. This is my introduction.
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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.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #1,451
Peak in subgenre #778
Author
J. Writt
Rights
B.A.S.E. Inc.
Uploaded
August 04, 2004
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MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:16
Story behind the song
This displays my talents. I did the track. I wrote the lyrics.
Lyrics
Yall cats talk funny like you’re from the Outback. It’s always money this or platinum ice that. Yall some Enron rappers. Your numbers are bogus. B.A.S.E. INC stays focused and we swarm like locusts. You say you want to battle; I’m throwing nothing but hooks. We can do this like high school, drop your books And I’m a drop your looks; you get done like cooks. I’ll do you like the S.W.A.T. team does on dumb crooks. I got more skillz than trade school curriculums. I’m not Chopper but my flows be sic’ing them. I’ve schooled more brothers than HBCUs. I’m the technician that needs no tools. If lyrics were bleach my tongue would be so pale. I got so many lines you thought it was a Coke sale. Only time I slung rocks was at recess. Never even smoked weed; I don’t need that mess. It aint nothing for me to pull some rhymes out. That’s like asking a bartender to pour some wine out. I’m not friends with emcees; I don’t like wackness. Like Ku Klux Klan members don’t like blackness. My skillz are rahddickull. Your flow is fickle. My flow is a raging river and yours is just a trickle. CHORUS I’m not a Saluki but my flows are so ill. It’s not a coincidence my last name is skillz. Yall might be the shit, but I get rid of you like a laxative. I excel at battle like that gladiator Maximus. Never been a thug but you best call it quits. This track aint the only thing I got that hits. I got fists that are quicker than Camacho’s. I’ll leave you punch drunk like bunch of borachos. Don’t test Skillz, my flow is so fatal. I’ve been slaying suckas since my rhymes were prenatal. When I’m flowing full throttle, my lyrics fill more bottles than Coke, got more rhymes than Ford’s got autos. You Bugs Bunny emcees keep chasing carrots. But don’t step to me; you’ll get straight embarrassed. I aint Elmer Fudd, I hit my target. When it comes to skillz, I cornered the market. They’re in my name, while you’re into flames. My flow is innovative and yours stays the same. Beating me at emceeing is an impossible feat. I’ll defecate on your name like you were signing toilet seats. I feed wheat to the weak, I’m a freak with this speech. If better rhymes meant more dimes, I’d be speaking with Leach. CHORUS I got more skillz on the track than decathletes. Yall strain to find lines but I don’t have to reach. I can’t bear to listen to half you creeps. My vocab is absurd. Yall aint got half my speech. I got bammas on their knees like they lost their contacts Praying they can see me, but I make them bomb tracks. Plus my writtens harm cats, stunt growth like farm tax. I brought heat way before I moved to where the warmth’s at. Every track that I create is like a modern Picasso And when I spit my lyrics I’m just like an apostle Cuz I inCREASE my following, like a BEAST I’m swallowing All my pigheaded foes, so they can CEASE to wallow in The doldrums the darkness, the lack of creativity And LOCK them up until, they can behave civilly I'm truly regal. My verbal joust is sublime. So sickening I cover my mouth when I rhyme. Chorus The Technician. Rocking mics is my trade. I’m well skilled and professional grade. I’m like AC cuz Skillz precedes your green. I’m Infinite, the best rapper you’ve never seen.
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