[Intro]
Now put your hands up high
Put your motherfuckin' hands up high
Rimi, Reso–nated
Nostalgic, Volume One, yeah
Way back, way back, way back
We gone take it way back, yeah
[Verse 1]
This is the moment I've been waiting for
With every bit of time thats ticking forth
Your boy gets hotter to handle
Like the knob thats on Satans door
But no matter what level of temptation arose
I sit back and relax and unwind till it's remaining closed
I came down from the heavens with my style
To face the massive crowd of those who aiming for my crown
A prophet like Muhammad, so my vision standing proud
But a fighter like Ali, they gone be throwing in the towel
A youngin' from the valley down in Cali from the west
Facing all of those around me who gone dare to even test
My lyricism and style reminiscent of the best
Here to take the genre back and get rid of all of the rest
I hone a lot of skills through my talent and my element
But picked on cuz my pigment don't hold a lot of melanin
I'm mellow but I'm ill enough to kill and make it elegant
And elevate my style all while your favorite stays irrelevant
[Chorus 1]
I'm infinite
You heard of hell? Well, I was sent from it
I went to it, serving a sentence
For murdering instruments
Now I'm tryin' to repent from it
But when I hear the beat, I'm tempted
To make another attempt at it; I'm infinite
[Refrain]
Way back, way back, way back
We gone take it way back, way back, way back
We gone take it way back, way back, way back
We gone take it way back, way back, way back
[Verse 2]
I get the proper proceedings that's proceeding this evening
And even when the odds against, I find a way to even out the score
Cuz I carry more than whats in store, to tear apart the industries
From ceilings to the floors, but theres more
I'm shifting gears, insuring that my vision's clear
And learning from my past while keeping all y'all asses in the rear
I'm gassing up, never backing up 'till I'm disastrous
And weaken competition as if they hadn't been wack enough
And I'm a rhythmic mastermind
Take a word and make a verse, put in a hearse to pass the time
And I'm inclined to put these newer rappers back up in the line
Go at 'em bar for bar and show I'm better than them all combined
You feel the essence of a legend in your presence
Count your blessings while he's pressing on the act to make perfection
And invest up in a vest for that protection for your chest
Holding onto one shot, thats what makes me think I'm destined
[Chorus 2]
To be infinite
You heard of hell? Well, I was sent from it
I went to it, serving a sentence
For murdering instruments
Now I'm tryin' to repent from it
But when I hear the beat, I'm tempted
To make another attempt at it; I'm infinite
[Refrain]
Way back, way back, way back
We gone take it way back, way back, way back
We gone take it way back, way back, way back
We gone take it way back, way back, way back
[Verse 3]
You can try to put the pressure in to make me feel depression
And make me think I can't impress 'em without a Smith & Wesson
But I'm bustin', and all I need is lyrical aggression
To get the masses attention through progression
And that's the end of discussion
My destiny has been for me to come up
Ride through the storm and shine even with no sun up
To sum up, even through you adding up the pressure
I subtract the fear and multiply my confidence to conquer
And the only thing thats left is my division, check the method
I wreck the record without switching positions
And it only makes us different, by making me much greater
With every effort and lyric that I've been spitting
My thesis for rap is to take it back when it was the best
And I plan on striving for that goal with every breath
And pick apart any insisting that it never left
They try to put me to the test
I'm blessed if they call me the best
[Chorus 3]
I'm infinite
You heard of hell? Well, I was sent from it
I went to it, serving a sentence
For murdering instruments
Now I'm tryin' 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, serving a sentence
For murdering instruments
Now I'm tryin' to repent from it
But when I hear the beat, I'm tempted
To make another attempt at it; I'm infinite
[Outro]
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