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, yo cant stop me