Sermon on the Mouth 06 - Lil Ugly Mane

I acclimate to all forms

Infinity

Calculated, rhymes paramount

Identity

Parallels, whereabouts

Serenity disrupted by obscenity

My legacy is said to be

My sermon on the mouth

My first discourse

The veil holes beheld

Derivative of seven symbols slung from heaven unforgiven

Play the devil’s fiddle isolated

Abrasive mind slight serrated wisdom

With forbidden rhythms I created

Excommunicated, satan-advocating

Disconnected, the past-tense eradicated

Cerebellum advanced past the vast reach of space

Conquest and complex shapes

Making wine out of rappers like I’m stomping out grapes

Last call, predicate subject’s the past of

Below the asphalt is where my raps are

Trash on the trackstar, tell ‘em come and dump caps «word is bond»