Various Artists - Stronger - Stat Quo lyrics

Oh yeah, this is Stat baby, back up in that motherf**ing a** One time for your mother f**ing mind, we represent the 313 You know what I'm saying?, cause they don't know sh** about this For the 9-6 [Verse 1] Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction To get your brain relaxin, a zany actin maniac in action A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction You look insanely wack when just a fraction of my tracks run My rhyming sk**s got you climbing hills I travel through your mind into your spine like siren drills I'm sliming grills of roaches, with spray that disinfects And twisting necks of rappers 'til their spinal column disconnects Put this in decks and check the monologue, turn your system up Twist 'em up, and indulge in the marijuana smog This is the season for noise pollution contamination Examination of more cartoons than animation My lamination of narration Hits the snare and ba** in a track for duck rapper interrogation When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be staring, 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 servin a sentence 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 {*scratches "time" and "is money"*} [Verse 2] Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense in your elite defense I got some meat to mince, a crew to stomp, and then two feet to rinse I greet the gents and ladies, I spoil loyal fans I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil bands My coiled hands around this microphone are 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 a lonely one Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data, Eliminator There's never been a greater since the burial of Jesus f** around and catch all the venereal diseases My thesis will smash a stereo to pieces My a cappella releases cla**ic masterpieces through telekinesis That 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 servin a sentence 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 {*scratches "time" and "is money"*} [Verse 3] Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I been clever ever since My residence was hesitant to do some sh** that represents the M-O So I'm a**uming all responsibility Cause there's a monster will in me that always wants to k** MC's Mic Nestler, slamming like a wrestler Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler No one is specialer, my sk** is intergalactical I get cynical, act 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 tactical, tactful track tickle 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 So this is for my family, the kid who had a cammy 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 tensed a bit and 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 servin a sentence 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 servin a sentence 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 95...96...and on and on....