Infinite definitely knows the art of storytelling. Once quoted by Kwame (on-air personality of the new KISS 92 FM) as being “the underground ghetto brother that just pushes it on a commercial level”, his knowledge comes from the heart… which is his reality.
Infinite (a.k.a. Desmond Francis) grew up...
(Woo… ooh-ooh…)
Yo… (Lala-la, la…) A new beginning!
(ooh!… oo-oo ooh…) Endless…
(Peep this…) (Lala-lala, la…)
[ Intro; Layered: ]
(Yeah) In-finite…
(Infinite!)
What? [Echo]
…What you know about drama?
—(Dap stulla!) [Echo]
Turn it up, turn it up…
—(Lock Down… See?)
(Lock Down!)
Yo, yo
Yo—! [ A Verse: ]
Them *outlaws* was born
To break laws and *felonies*
They got an empty gates in the town
They run it steadily… (Uh-huh…)
To all my money makers *cross town*
Dissemble guns and put the pieces back together
Trying to trump one another…
*Case thrown out*—storm the courtroom
It's uniforms and three, piece, suits…
From bail putting up houses and loot—*He walking*…
I heard him talking to his partner Hawkins
About his way of living—"Faces of Death"
He running with this other kid
From around Mont Olive & Silverstone
They stack mad, gats… in the *ceiling* at his baby mom's homes
*These narcs are watching us*—undercovers on the rooftop
Prepared and bullet-proofed up…
Jurassic blowing cruisers up—*Fatal*…
They got us trapped under this negative force
Some try to find a way out; but *no doubt, some make it out*
*Some learning* from their own mistakes
So take this negative (yeah); and turn it into positive…
Whether you want to listen (Yo): your prerogative!
—(What?)
[ Hook: ]
Take a look through my ♪ eyes ♪
And you'll see what ♪ I ♪ see…
—( ENVY… )
(Homeboy,) Take a look through my ♪ eyes ♪
And you'll see what ♪ I ♪ see…
—( JEALOUSY… )
Take a look through my ♪ eyes ♪
And you'll see (Just take a look…) what ♪ I ♪ see…
(Just take a LOOK…)
—( LUST… )
(La, la, la!)
Take a look through my ♪ eyes ♪ (Uh…)
And you'll see what ♪ I ♪ see… (What up?)
—( HATE. )
Yo—! [ B Verse: ]
Kick off the top-lock and run up *in* that…
Get to the point (Uh)—don't let him get the upper hand
He *gambling* with pen men
Told everybody drop their cards
And keep they hands up (Yeah…) on the table ('Don't move—DOWN!')
This kid… thought he was quick;
He drew first, but shot last—*blood on my mask*!
This other youth was trying to [Panting] run for the door
And picked up one in his back… and collapsed—Matter of fact
My main concern was for somebody *grab this*…
I used my sleeve to wipe the money off the table—flood it all in one bag!
They taking rings to bracelets
And found [Clattering] coke inside the bin [Ring drops]
But now they taking too long (Man, come on!)—they inside and lavishing
*Come on*!—it's time we make a move, so let's bounce…
From this apartment—Fly it down the staircase… [Panting]
And now we tearing down the place *wisely*…
Don't want a bait-up situation, therefore… (Yeah…)
So when we get to [ Imprinter ] "the west", we sharing out mines
*What's yours is yours*!
These boys come out at late night, so don't speed…
Ay, yo—a cruiser cut us off (woo!) to try to make his-way to the crime
…*scene*! [ Hook: ]
Take a look through my ♪ eyes ♪
And you'll see what ♪ I ♪ see… (What?)
—( ENVY… ) (Yeah…)
Take a look through my ♪ eyes ♪
And you'll see what ♪ I ♪ see… (Just take a look…)
—( JEALOUSY… ) (Just take a LOOK…)
Take a look through my ♪ eyes ♪
And you'll see what ♪ I ♪ see… (Infinite…)
—( LUST… )
(La, la, la!)
Take a look through my ♪ eyes ♪
And you'll see what ♪ I ♪ see…
—(Love…) ( HATE. )
Yo—! [ Last Verse: ]
Now in closing, you done know he should never brag *for real*!
Come on (For real…), you know that…
Remember who can't hear—they must *feel*! (Uh-huh…)
But… word up on the streets is that you robbing *mad* peeps
And now it's getting bad to worse because it's getting *too far*! (Too far…)
From front page… to stolen *cars*
Narcs, they know who you *are* (What?)
We got to bleed him, (Uh)
Then we tie him up (Yeah) and drive him *real far*…
(Word) Then we separate his body—chop it up for the *car*! (Uh…)
Them outlaws: breaking in & out of *gun stores*… (Yeah)
Only if you can understand; spotting shells *on the floor* [Shell drops]
Ay, yo—it's far from a threat; "Faces of Death"… *there's nothing left*!
(Yo…) On the *set*. (Yo, yo, yo…) Hey, yo…
Yo, it's *far* from a threat…
"Faces of Death"… *there's nothing left*. [Drags]
[ Hook: ]
Take a look through my ♪ eyes ♪
And you'll see what ♪ I ♪ see… (Just look!)
—( ENVY… )
Take a look through my ♪ eyes ♪
And you'll see what ♪ I ♪ see… (My eyes!)
—( JEALOUSY… ) (My eyes!)
Take a look through my ♪ eyes ♪
And you'll see what ♪ I ♪ see…
—( LUST… )
(La, la, la!)
Take a look through my ♪ eyes ♪
And you'll see what ♪ I ♪ see…
—( HATE. ) (For REAL…)
Take a look through my ♪ eyes ♪
And you'll see what ♪ I ♪ see…
—( ENVY… )
Take a look through my ♪ eyes ♪ (What up?)
And you'll see what ♪ I ♪ see… (What up?)
—( JEALOUSY… )
(What?) Take a look through my ♪ eyes ♪
And you'll see what ♪ I ♪ see… (Right now…)
—( LUST… )
(La, la, la!)
Take a look through my ♪ eyes ♪
And you'll see what ♪ I ♪ see…
—( HATE, Hate, hate… )
Don't know him… [Echo]
Infinite…
(Yo…) Infinite… (Yeah…)
(Yo…) For real…
Dap stulla… (Outlaw…)
(Outlaw…) [Fade; end]
Take a Look was written by Infinite (Desmond Francis) & Kevin McKenzie.
Take a Look was produced by .