LYRIC

Track 6

I'm losing sleep, and my mind lost it's peace, sitting in my bed
Trying to count some sheep
I'mma count to three, get off my feet
And rap on this beat
And when I come back, if I can't get to sleep, somebody catching hands
Cause I'm bout to swing
Steady destroying microphones
Till they tell me leave them alone
Trying to channel my inner e-m-o
Please diss me I wanna turn into
Beast mode, why don't you wanna be found in the freezer though
I don't see the problem with froze beef cause I keep it cold
And I don't come back to it until
I'm sure it's old
A verse is sixteen bars, but I wrote one hundred, and I'll release
One hundred more, and hit the ground running you know my album sold, the name Cenafan
You don't even know, with my lyrics
I got the game on hold
You can tell that I was sent for this
I'm infinite

Im infinite
You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it
I went to it, servin' a sentence
For murderin' 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

The Cleveland cavalier killing every artist that is near, the dumb kid who has lice in his hair, your rhyming's
Broke you need to go get it repaired
On a scale of one to ten lyrically
I'm ninety nine, I'm the type of mc to close My eyes when I write
Dissing me is lyrical suicide
I'm not a rapper you can run behind
I'm not a joke, stop rocking the boat
This is star wars IV Cena's the last hope, I'm hanging off the rope
Losing sleep, so might as well sit and think, short memory
Been beating my brain's expectancy
Expect to see me give people
Hysterectomies
That's what you can get from me
You're not checking me
I'm infinite

I'm infinite
You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it
I went to it, servin' a sentence
For murderin' 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

Yo, I got evidence, I'm heaven sent
I'm probably not a resident
But i can tell you that I was sent for this
Cause I'm infinite
You sleep on my penmanship
But I sit and count the all benjamin's
Once again I'm infinite
Make a track it's a instant hit
I kill more sentences
Than the variant diseases
Keep rejecting my messages
I don't think you even need them
Now what can you get from this
Sentimentality, lyrically
I can go on and on till it hits
You mentally, infamy
I'm infinite

I'm infinite
You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it
I went to it, servin' a sentence
For murderin' 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

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