Infinity!
As we walk through the strings of my soul
My pain, my joy, my thoughts
One thousand bars equals one word from God
Six billion stars in the world living in shit
I'm trying to figure out what this life really is
How is this reality?
Can somebody fucking answer me?
How could we allow ourselves to be in a fantasy
In a world with lost souls and empty dreams
I was born in an empty sea, my tears created oceans
Producing tsunami waves with emotions
Patrolling the open seas of an unknown galaxy
I was floating in front of who I am physically
Spiritually paralyzing: mind, body and soul
It gives me energy when I'm lyrically exercising
I gotta spit 'till the story is told in a dream by celestial bodies
Follow me, baby
I know that the lyrics I put to the music
It's always been cerebral in one way or another
And, uh. apart from that, I just feel like, man
You know, sometimes, life beats you down
It reminds you that you're alive
And, you know, there's no better time than the present
To try and actualize your dreams
Infinity!
The universe is the mother of all
Whether big, whether small, whether short, whether tall
Whether Devil, whether God, whether weak, whether strong
Whether right, whether wrong, whether that, whether this
Reptilian, beast, bird, man, or fish
And nothing on this Earth can dissuade this
Poet Laureate with more shapes than snowflakes
Existing everywhere, they still can't locate (Infinity!)
My flow bloviates into a spiritual shape
And co-creates reality
My internal compass pontificates dramatically
I am not here to negotiate with the enemy (Infinity!)
I am here to create product of illuminated speech and wizardry
Poet Laureate Infinity!
I will forever be the illest lyrically
Poet Laureate Infinity!
A cataclysmic blast forced me to expand
The centrifuge, the mask strand is a staircase
My opponent didn't like your study of conics
Circular motion in both the para- and the hyperbolas
A cataclysmic blast forced me to expand
The centrifuge, the mask strand is a staircase
My opponent didn't like your study of conics
Circular motion in both the para- and the hyperbolas
And the spacecraft keeps losing speed
Keeps losing speed, keeps losing speed
Keeps losing speed, keeps losing speed
Keeps losing speed
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