Eminem - Infinite (F.B.T. Remix) (Official Audio) Chords

[F#] _ _ _ [A#m] _ _ [Fm] _ _ [F#] _
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_ We [A#m] represent the 313, [Fm] you know [F#] what I'm saying?
You better know shit about this, [A#m] for the 9 [Fm]-6.
[F#m] Ayo, my pen and paper cause a change of [C#m] action, to get [A#] your brain [F] relaxing.
A zany act, a [F#] maniac in action, a brainiac in fact, son.
You may [A#m] be lack of traction, you [F] look insanely whack, when just a fraction of my [F#] tracks runs.
My rhyming skills got [A#m] you climbing hills, I [F] travel through your mind and to your spine [F#] like siren drills.
I'm climbing grills and roaches, with [A#] greater disinfection,
twisting [F] X's and rappers to this final [F#] column disconnects.
With this index, inject the monologue, [A#m] sum your system up,
[F] twist the muffin and doze in the [F#] marijuana smog.
This is a seizure for noise pollution [A#m] contamination,
[Fm] examination of more cartoons [F#] than animation.
My lamination of narration, [A#m] pitch and snare inbation,
[F] a track for top rapper [F#]
interrogation.
When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be [A#m] staring or gazing,
[Fm] I turn the stage into a barren [F#] wasteland of infinite.
You heard of hell, well I [A#m] was sent from it,
I went to it [Fm] serving the sentence for murdering [F#] instruments.
Now I'm trying to repent from it, [A#m] but when I hear the beat,
[Fm] I'm tempted to make another [F#] attempt at it of infinite.
_ _ [A#m] _ _ [Fm] _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ [A#m] _ _ [Fm] What's [F#] it?
I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense in your [A#m] relief defense.
I got some meat [F] to mince, a crew to stomp and then [F#] two feet to rinse.
I greet the sins of ladies, I spoil [A#m] all your vans,
I foil [F] your plans and leave fluids leaking [F#] like oil bands.
My coil hands around this microphone [A#m] are lethal,
one thought in my [F] cerebral is deeper than a [F#] jeep full of people.
MC's are feeble, I came to cause [A#m] some pandemonium,
battle [F] a band of phony MC's, a [F#] stand alone-y one.
Imitator, [A#m] intimidator, stimulator, [Fm] simulator, updater, [F#] eliminator,
there's never been a greater, since the burial [A#m] of Jesus.
Fuck around and [Fm] connect all the canarial [F#] diseases,
my thesis, snatch the stereo to pieces,
[A#m] my acapella releases, [F] classic masterpieces,
through [F#] telekinesis it eases.
Mentally, gently, [A#m] sentimentally, [Fm] instrumentally,
with energy, demented, [F#] we meant to be infinite.
You heard of hell, well I was [A#m] sent from it,
I went to it [Fm] serving the sentence for murdering [F#] instruments.
Now I'm trying to repent from it,
[A#m] but when I hear the beat [Fm] I'm tempted to make another [F#] attempt at it, infinite.
_ _ [A#m] Man [Fm] _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ [A#m] _ _ [Fm] _ [A#m] I got evidence, I'm never dense,
and I've been clever ever since,
my residence was [F] hesitant to do some shit that [F#] represents the MO.
So I'm assuming all [A#] responsibility,
cause there's a monster [F] wheel in me that always wants to [F#] kill MC's.
Mike Nesseler, slamming like a [A#m] wrestler,
here to make a [F] mess of a lyric smuggling and [F#] desolate,
No one is specialer, my skill is [A#m] intergalactical,
I get cynical [F] acting fool, then I cynical [F#] actor stool,
I never packed a tool of actical, it [A#m] wasn't practical,
[F] I'd rather let a tactical [F#] tackle tractical,
You fancy, in fact I can't see, or [A#m] can't imagine,
a man who [F] ain't in love or a beach or a [F#] fan of scratching.
So this is for my family, the kid who [A#] had a cameo on my last [F] 10,
plus the man who never [F#] had a plan B, be all you can be,
cause once you make an [A#m] instrument, I'm tense to be [F] intented,
When I see the sentence my [F#] friends commit, I'm Infinite,
You've heard of Hell well I was [A#m] sent from it,
I went to it [Fm] serving a sentence for murdering [F#] instruments,
Now I'm trying to repent for me.
[A#m] When I hear the beat I'm [Fm] tempted to make another [F#] attempted it,
I'm infinite.
You've heard of Hell well I was [A#m] sent from it,
I went to it [Fm] serving a sentence for murdered [F#] instruments,
now I'm trying to repent for me.
[A#m] When I hear the beat I'm [Fm] tempted to make another [F#] attempted it,
I'm infinite.
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