Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song One Step Closer to Infinity , by - Canibus. Release date: 03.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
One Step Closer to Infinity |
| 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! |