The Infinite song

The Infinite song reveals the creative skills of a talented MC who represents the 313. The Infinite album may have been unsuccessful, but it already shows Eminem’s creativity.

The Infinite song in particular is a well written song. The Infinite album was released in 1996. Eminem’s first album didn’t please a great majority of people, although it is lyrically excellent : in fact Eminem was often accused of sounding like Nas or Jay-Z.

He stated it in the iCast interview, Eminem was about 14 years old when he started rapping and writing his rhymes.

« I was about nine when I started listening to rap. I started rapping, writing my own rhymes about fourteen, fifteen and just kept getting better at it. »

Which proves that Marshall has great experience behind him. He’s also known as a bookworm who is capable of spending hours reading the dictionary in order to find some words to rhyme. Even his biggests opponents admit that Marshall has a sophisticated rhyming style.
Eminem has managed to impress the Bass brothers for his great rhyming ability since he was 15. Maybe the Infinite song isn’t technically as good as his later songs, but the rhymes are impressing, though.

Watching the scene of 8 Mile where you can see Jimmy Rabbit composes « Lose Yourself » makes you travel into the mind of the composer of the Infinite song. You got the same impression of pen and paper having a chain reaction when you see Rabbit using each corner of the paper sheet, the whole paper sheet is full of writings.

Eminem talks about his writing process in his former iCast interview :

« No, my writing process is basically, I don’t try to sit down and think of shit. I let the thoughts pop into my head, and then I write them down. I let it come natural. It’s not something that I try to search for. I gotta let the stuff– throughout the course of my day, I might find like six to twelve ideas. And then just jot them down and at the end of the week or the end of two weeks or whatever, I stack my ideas up and then I write a rhyme. »

Never has it been that easy to travel through the mind of a lyrical genius than with Eminem. Because he takes you with him during his journey, he wants you to feel what he feels.
At the time Eminem wrote his Infinite song, he was in competition with other rappers who didn’t have half of his skills and who were successful.

Those frustrations are also visible in « If I had » :

« …Tired of other rappers who ain’t bringin half the skill as me
saying they wasn’t feeling me when nobody’s as ill as me… »

You could barely deny the beauty of Eminem’s rhymes when you read those lines of « Infinite » :

“I travel through your mind until you spine like siren drills
I’m sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants
With some ex rappers till their spinal column disconnects
We disinfect then check the monologue, turn your system up
Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana smoke
This is the season for noise pollution contamination
Examination of more cartoons than animation
My lamination of narration
Hit’s a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion, there ain’t no time to be stare and gazing
I turn the stage into a barren wasteland…
I’m Infinite…”

Eminem has always been a fighter who was determined to win the battles against his opponents. He knows that he cannot fail when he invades the stage :

“When I declare invasion, there ain’t no time to be stare and gazing
I turn the stage into a barren wasteland…
I’m Infinite…”

Eminem knows by instinct how to captivate his audience. All the people who have seen him performing know that he’s got a lot of charisma. He manages to captivate a huge audience, to make them feel the way he feels. He brings some magic into his show.
His strength as a brilliant MC is expressed in the second verse of the song :

“Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense of your elite
defense
I got to meet the fence fruit was stompin at your feet to rinse
I greet intensive ladies, I spoil all your fans
I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil bands
My coil hands around this microphone lethal
One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full of people
MC’s are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium
Battle a band of phony MC’s and stand the only one
Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data, Eliminator
There’s never been a greater since the burial of Jesus
Fuck around and catch all of the venereal diseases
My thesis will smash a stereo to pieces
My accapella releases plastic masterpieces through telekinesis
And eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
With entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite…”

The chorus is full of humor. The MC who was sentenced for “murdering some instruments” will be caught killing the alphabet in the Slim Shady LP:

« I can’t rap anymore – I just murdered the alphabet… » (Still Don’t Give A Fuck »)

The only difference is that he won’t show any sign of repentance in his next album, since the creation of Slim Shady…

Eminem’s metaphors make you penetrate in the mind of a great poet. Much more extraordinary is his use of similar sounding words and the way he assembles them:

“No one is speacialer, My skill is intergalactical
I get cynical at a fool then I send a crew back to school
I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn’t practical
I’d rather led a tactful, tractical, track for your fancy
In fact I can’t see, or can’t imagine…”

The Infinite song lyrics may be less known, even among Eminem’s fans, but they deserve a lot of admiration. They are well written. It is difficult to explain why the Infinite album didn’t sell well. But the main reasons cannot been found in the quality of the lyrics. Maybe the sound quality wasn’t that good and its unsuccess must probably due to technical reasons. In the meantime, Eminem has, of course, improved a lot of things. But who could deny he had great lyricals skills since the beginning?

“Infinite”

Oh yeah, this is Eminem baby, back up in that motherfucking ass
One time for your mother fucking mind, we represent the 313
You know what I’m saying?, cause they don’t know shit about this
For the 9-6

Verse 1:
Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction
To get your brain relaxin, cause they be actin maniac in action
A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction
You looking zany whack with just a fraction of my tracks spun
My rhyming skills got you climbing hills
I travel through your mind until you spine like siren drills
I’m sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants
With some ex rappers till their spinal column disconnects
We disinfect then check the monologue, turn your system up
Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana smoke
This is the season for noise pollution contamination
Examination of more cartoons than animation
My lamination of narration
Hit’s a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion, there ain’t no time to be stare and gazing
I turn the stage into a barren wasteland…
I’m Infinite

Chorus:
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it’s surface and sentenced for murdering instruments
Now I’m trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I’m tempted to make another attempt at it…
I’m Infinite

Verse 2:
Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense of your elite
defense
I got to meet the fence fruit was stompin at your feet to rinse
I greet intensive ladies, I spoil all your fans
I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil bands
My coil hands around this microphone lethal
One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full of people
MC’s are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium
Battle a band of phony MC’s and stand the only one
Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data, Eliminator
There’s never been a greater since the burial of Jesus
Fuck around and catch all of the venereal diseases
My thesis will smash a stereo to pieces
My accapella releases plastic masterpieces through telekinesis
And eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
With entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite

Chorus:
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it’s surface and sentenced for murdering instruments
Now I’m trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I’m tempted to make another attempt at it…
I’m Infinite

Verse 3:
Man I got evidence I’m never dense and I been clever ever since
My residence was hesitant to do some shit that represents the M-O
So I’m assuming all responsibility
Cause there’s a monster will in me that always wants to kill MC’s
Mic messaler, slamming like a wrestler
Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler
No one is speacialer, My skill is intergalactical
I get cynical at a fool then I send a crew back to school
I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn’t practical
I’d rather led a tactful, tractical, track for your fancy
In fact I can’t see, or can’t imagine
A man who ain’t a lover of beats or a fan of scratching
This is for my family, the kid who had a cameo on my last jam
Plus the man who never had a plan B
Be all you can be, cause once you make an instant hit
I’m tense to be tempted when I see the sins my friends commit…
I’m Infinite

Chorus:
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it’s surface and sentenced for murdering instruments
Now I’m trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I’m tempted to make another attempt at it…
I’m Infinite
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it’s surface and sentenced for murdering instruments
Now I’m trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I’m tempted to make another attempt at it…
I’m Infinite