And All Those Who Look Down On

I Got A Generation Brainwashed To Pop Pills And Smoke Pot Til They Brains Rot.

Have You Ever Been Hated, Or Discriminated Against I Have, I’ve Been Protested And Demonstrated Against.

Anybody With A Sense Of Humor Is Going To Put On My Album And Laugh From Beginning To End.

Infinite Was Me Trying To Figure Out How I Wanted My Rap Style To Be, How I Wanted To Sound On The Mic And Present Myself. It Was A Growing Stage. I Felt Like Infinite Was Like A Demo That Just Got Pressed Up.

His Palms Are Sweaty, Knees Weak, Arms Are Heavy There's Vomit On His Sweater Already, Mom's Spaghetti He's Nervous, But On The Surface He Looks Calm And Ready To Drop Bombs, But He Keeps On Forgettin' What He Wrote Down, The Whole Crowd Goes So Loud He Opens His Mouth, But The Words Won't Come Out He's Chokin', How, Everybody's Jokin' Now The Clocks Run Out, Times Up, Over, Blaow!