conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Infinite with the following description: This is Eminem’s first song from his identically titled first album. The title is an ode to scientific concepts, such as “infinity” – the concept of having no limits or boundaries in time, space, extent, or magnitude.
  Eminem uses an intricate rhyme scheme throughout this song:
  
  Also notice the heavy presence of Nas throughout the song. Before the rhyming starts, he’s invoked in loose quotations of “One Time 4 Your Mind” and “Represent,” while the beat recalls that of “Half Time”.
  As Eminem wrote about this time period in Angry Blonde:
  The Hip-Hop Shop was a spot in Detroit where all of the city’s illest emcees would meet. It was a regular hangout for me. Back in the Hip-Hop Shop days, there were verses that I would throw out in the Shop. I would just use them in there. Once I started getting a rep, I actually used one of those verses for an open mic and people were trippin on it so I thought ‘'Fuck it. I gotta finish it’‘. I finished the verses and made them into this song. D-12’s denaun (aka Kon Artis) used to do all my beats and he had the original track. I personally think this was the best song I did on the album. That was 95, 96 – the era of just rhyming for the hell of it. People at one point actually said I sounded like Nas, cause I used all these big words. This is show-your-skill type of shit.
  This song was remastered and re-released on November 17th, 2016 on digital (iTunes and Spotify) for the first time. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Produced by Mr. Porter & Jeff Bass]
  [Intro]
  Aw, yeah (It's like this, like this)
  It's Eminem, baby
  Back up in that motherfuckin' ass
  ('Til forever, 'til forever)
  One time for your motherfuckin' mind (For MCs, MCs)
  We represent the 313—you know what I’m sayin'?
  Yo, they don’t know shit about this, for the '96
  [Verse 1]
  Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction
  To get your brain relaxin', the 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 runs
  My rhymin' skills got you climbin' hills
  I travel through your mind and chill your spine like siren drills
  I'm slimin' grills of roaches with spray that disinfects
  And twistin' 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 car-tunes than animation
  My lamination of nar-er-ration, hits a snare and bass
  On a track for duck rapper interrogation
  When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be starin' gazin'
  I turn the stage into a barren wasteland
  I'm infinite [Hook]
  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
  [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
  Some fruit to stomp, and then two feet to rinse
  I greet the gents and ladies, I spoil loyal fans
  I foil plans and leave fluids leakin' like oil pans
  My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal
  One thought in my cerebral is deeper than a jeep-full of people
  MCs are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium
  Battle a band of phony MCs and stand the lonely one
  Imitator intimidator, stimulator
  Simulator of data, eliminator
  There's never been a greater since the burial of Jesus
  Fuck around and catch all the venereal diseases
  My thesis'll smash a stereo to pieces
  My acappella releases classic masterpieces, through telekinesis
  It eases you mentally, gently
  Sentimentally, instrumentally
  With entity, dementedly meant to be infinite [Hook]
  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
  [Verse 3]
  Man, I got evidence, I'm never dense
  And I've been clever ever since
  My residence was hesitant to do some shit that represents the MO
  So I'm assumin' all responsibility
  'Cause there's a monster real in me that always wants to kill MCs
  Mic nestler, slammin' like a wrestler
  Here to make a mess of a lyric-smugglin' embezzler
  No one is specialer, my skill 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 let 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 scratchin'
  So this is for my family, the kid who had a cameo
  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 [Hook]
  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
  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
  [Outro: Mr. Porter]
  '95 ('95), '96 ('96)
  And on, and on, and on, and on (And on)