One Step Closer to Infinity - Canibus

I get home, go to my room

Then close the door

There’s a shrine with hollow bones

And designs on the floor

Modern electron Scope

LED color modes

Up until recently

This is how I discovered flows

I landed my Space X

In a Tyvek suit with a face mesh

But I confess

I haven’t been to space yet

When the fans get depressed

They go to my last known address

Text my phone with cold threats

He’s addicted to cigarettes

She’s addicted to 5 minutes sex

As it turns out

Both their needs relieve stress

Oh my god, look at all these Comic-Con hoes

I sniff her toes

Then got Omicron on my nose

How else would you know?

I am the man from Cybertron

Attending this year’s Comic-Con

Wit' greasy goggles on

Toggle my screen

Smoke medical tree from a bong

I’m looking for Mr. Incredible’s wife in a thong

It is cold outside

But behind these doors it is warm

Ever since I turned the rocket stove on

I haven’t had this much peace and quiet in so long

I forgot how bad the world has gone

I’m a One Hundred-year-old black Clint Eastwood

I’m a shooter with a Lapua

Chilling in the woods

There is no survival group

C’mon man, there’s only 5 of you

What the fuck that supposed to do?

Put that weight on your shoulders?

Ya clavicle could end up in ya colon

Some things are better not spoken

The schedules open

Your interviews at 12

They wanna ask you about L

Thank you 'Bus, checks in the mail

Empty C130

Me and the old lady getting flirty

Can’t help myself

She so purdy

Took a Zoom course

On genome streamline sewing

We discuss the top 5

Depopulation components

Chapter Six: The Labyrinth of Indecision

Lemme' see if you get it

Can anyone tell me

Where this book was written?

She spoke in some kind of code

Wearing some old Merovingian clothes

She had a Native American indigenous nose

My phone fell in the river

A diver was hired to retrieve it

And bring it back to my sister, before dinner

I read on the internet

How I could bring it back to life

If I let it dry in a bag of Jasmine rice

I was a bad boy more than twice

All night, she wore tights

It’s not illegal to stare, is it right?

I speak to Ptah in patois

He hears best

For me to speak the Queen’s English

Is a fair request

See I never been the type

To buckle from peer pressh

No quest’s, and even if I was

I was near best

When I feel like a rebel

I piss off the side of my vessel

And don’t know why

I’m compelled to tell you

I ain’t tryna sell you

Show and Tell you, or help you

Direct energy melt you

Who in the bloody hell ever felt you?

Can anybody rhyme like this?

Well if they could

It wouldn’t be special

And that’s what I’m tryna tell you

You made a Bob Dylan deal

With the devil, God bless you

Now you in trouble

Sitting in a Mosque temple

Eating rotten spam and lentils

Pen and paper

Pad and pencil

Rehearsing over my song instrumental

Tell the truth, you do it for revenue

You dont care whether or not it’s ethical

You commit lyrical Seppuku

Don’t you dare listen to them

And don’t let them get you

If this is a test

It’s God testing you

Ice burn blisters

The flow so cold

You get the shivers

When you are surrounded by niggas

Holding clippers

Trimming your whiskers

Spritzers wit' a spinkle of citrus

Damn 'Bis, you sure know how to make an entrance

Maintenance drinkers

Brother Numsi and the Soul Sisters

A bunch of crypto gold diggers

The worm from the wood taste bitter

You do the logistics

I do the metrics

The old wizard with barcoded innards

Ya root chakra need a colon cleansing

Like rotary engines, leftover emissions

With high compression, low resistance

That piece of shit is grossly expensive

Bro, what you thinking?

I remember being lectured by Richard Metzger

Caterpillar and maggot cocoons

Burrow deep in the open wounds

Of the soon to be damned and doomed

Aerosolized drugs

Drift down from the skies above

Because we looked up

And cried for love

Honey Nigella Sativa

Gently inserted into amoebas

With nanotweezers to stop seizures

And the roll-up your sleevers

Then rebuild they photon receivers

A good writer gives all the credit to the readers

Verbal flash freeze

Cold flows to the Nth degree

One step closer to infinity

One step closer, the multiverse vocaler

That did it for the culture

The wait is near over!