Sermon on the Mouth 06

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»