Pay Attention
By TanantheInfinite

Intro
Yo whats up man! This is the Infinite-T
And I don’t usually do shit like this
But I feel theirs something that must be said
About all theses fake motherfuckers out here
Claimin to be somethin their not, Keep it real man!

Verse 1
I’m talkin shit, on ya’ll who talk shit
Infinite mothafucka man who got spit
You got split like a swish, actin like a bitch
Now you dead in a ditch man! You should have paid attention!

No need not mention names, fake fucks are all the same
Bittin others style just to come up in the game, LAME!
Don’t even try and speak, (Shits Weak!)
Whatch you know about makin beats? Pay attention man!

Boom! Lyrical arsinals startin at skulls
Ripping flesh from bones leaving you fully exposed
Cuz theirs nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
No one feels your music and you still wonder why

It’s cuz a liars still a liar even when they tell the truth
Fake pussies actin hard when they step into the booth.
Please! You aint no G or packin a gat,
No one feels that fake bullshit gangster rap, Pay attention man!

Chorus x2
Oppositions of indecisions
Make your move mothafucka! Quitcha bitchin!
Listen! Intuitions screamin in your ear, but you don’t here
Man you need to pay attention

Verse 2
I come fully equip to rip shows on my own
Strip MC’s of their weak shit, their just clones
This is no loaned, fully owned, home grown, in the zone
Infinite T, born to rock a microphone

For love, for passion, cocked ready for action
Substantial sustenance left with a sense of satisfaction
Relaxin, laughin, givin what you’re askin for
Lyrics that make you think, and beats that shake the floor

Like, OH SHIT! He’s doing it again
Freestyle or with a pen, on the scale of one to ten
I’m an eleven! Sending daemons back to heaven
Leave nothing concealed up my sleeve except my secret weapon

Hush! Keep it on the low the levels touch
Blown out of proportion, verbal contortionist like such!
Too hot to touch leaving mothafuckas guts wrenchin
That’s right man, you need to pay attention!

Chorus x2
Oppositions of indecisions
Make your move mothafucka! Quitcha bitchin!
Listen! Intuitions screamin in your ear, but you don’t here
Man you need to pay attention

Verse 3
I give mad props to anybody chasin their dreams
But the real feel the real, if you feel what I mean
See I aint seen what you’ve seen, You don’t do what I do
As long as we both spit about what’s true. (I pay attention!)

Brothers and sisters, Reflecting others with scriptures
From the core of our being, We adding more to the meaning
Not demeaning but bringing everyone’s light
To shine brighter to a higher plane of existence, is what it is!