Twisted Science Cypherz

check it / sometimes, I think I think too much / I’m into more guns ‘n’ less government / wait - I think I’m a Republican / fuck it though, I put on my war paint to invoke fear ‘n’ loathing / go rolling in a Nova ‘n’ put on the Purple tape / as Rae said “la cosa nostra”, I put 10 holes in the upholstery of son’s sofa / 3 hoes came out soakin’ covered with heroin, inside were 5 barrels of coke / then all of a quickness 1 showed / 5 hit her, ripped her in her apparel ‘n’ 2 split her wig ‘n’ entered through her throat / we were so close I could hear her final breath, her death rasp / “life is treach” is what they wrote on her epitaph…

this rhyme was forged like swords by Manchus, my 1st pipe was made of bamboo by an Israelite who taught me tha thoughts of Christ / harmonize 4.6 billion years, tha universe firmamented in carbonite / a hundred thousand bars within the archives, a couple hundred scarred within tha mind/ lemme rewind it back to tha start of Science / from Babel I travelled to Mayan festivels where I had holy comestibles with shamen who gave me sacred emeralds / I gazed at celestial bodies that appeared tawdry ‘n’ in walked a royal goddess who offered me her body / eyes brown like almonds, very uncommon is how I saw them / she lauded me ‘n’ brought me to autonomy / she honored me when she hopped on top of me / she thought I was probably scrawny till I put it all in her poonani / she rocked me vigorous until she came, hollerin’ “oi papi” ‘n’ I finished instantaneous…

rap schematics change plans when cats only have both eyes on tha fame ‘n’ cash phases ‘n’ fads / written flows flame lined pads ‘n’ tha black ink drains fast / click-clacks happen from iron Macs / innocent bystanders get splashed in tha face ‘n’ collapse / my turmoil ‘n’ pain is tha manifestation of inner anger ‘n’ hatred / but maybe its’ tha other way, I stuff my emotions in my proverbial stomach till they suffocate / what I embrace is grammatical perfection, I rise to Heaven like Elijah ’n’ Christ at His Resurrection / false confessions collected by lieutenant detectives thrown out, defense’s objections sustained ‘cuz tha judge remains subjective when analyzin’ case factors / celebrations take place when tha crimey’s found not guilty leavin’ tha courtroom wearin’ champagne lenses placed on his Cazelle’s, snortin’ fish scale ‘n’ spliffin Ls…

I loaded tha four-fifth’s clip with explosive-tips / got out tha whip recitin’ holy passages from Ecclesiasticus / double-vision still leary, still spliffed, still severely bent off a gallon of gin / huntin’ for tha punk rock victim who always tryin’ to talk wisdom / it’s time for tha God to perform an exorcism / catch him slippin’, 1 inflicted in his noggin/ let all his knowledge fall up out his faucet / show up to his funeral ‘n’ piss on his coffin / all’re cryin’ here, they shoulda seen me laugh it up when I shot him / jet back to tha whip where tha beat’s knockin’ some Mobb shit, show up at tha weed spot ‘n’ an impromptu cipher’s started / I scan mic devices ‘n’ it remains starvin’ / these bars rush through bulletproof parkas / I am a fuckin’ artist but I’ll fuckin’ hurt you / don’t stay out past tha court injuncted curfew…

I dabble criminal mischief, my brain’s scrambled due to illicit drugs I’m sniffin’ ‘n’ pigs wanna bust me ‘cuz of whom I kick it with / I bring ruck regardless, I got tha bisquit cocked ‘n’ infrared sight’s locked on ya knot / more wicked than four sixes imprinted on a God’s wig, omens is ominous / I’m like broken promises from weekend fathers to kids, leavin’ victims in nondescript pine boxes / negative positive, attract the opposite / rock to paper, paper to sizz / blitzkrieg sentences compromise cats’ convictions / I leave sweat drippin’ off tha mic with metaphors that metamorphisize to tha Revelation, tha Book of Malachi / tha flyest flyin’ through time ‘n’ space, create ‘n’ replace Fate ‘n’ take a brief break on tha 7th day / I awake bright ‘n’ bushy ‘n’ scrape femcees usin’ hatred as lubrication spit vicious at you pussies…

I craft fact mathematical established like geometric quadrilaterals, I be aggressive like right wing fanatical Christians / stay at a distance or call for assistance, Twisted brings MCs closer to non-existence / Milo’s tha God Cipher Divine that’s arisen, my consciousness is a constant like arithmetics / I’m tha catalyst of cataclysmic chemical reactions, free radicals ‘n’ atomic fission / oxen get slaughtered, my rhymes’ hot like burnt offerins brought, my iron pen spits caustic sentences that accost the agnostic / I’ve been prior to tha Genesis ‘n’ I’ll be after the opera’s fat bitch starts singin’ octaves / my 6 ounces astound kids like “where they found him?”, I’m tha God Body Caucasus / speakin’ in Slavakian, more funky than Bootsy Collins ‘n’ Parliament, I feed marvelous rhymes to tha starvin’ / put on a scarf, load tha clips in tha arms ‘n’ put holes in ninjaz parkas / with tha God’s name carved on tha round, tha most profound since the Ark held in tha Covenant / I’m a 16 bar supplement to tha sound of lovely boom-bap production, scar Justice, Equality ‘n’ Wisdom in mentalities / simplistics attracted by carnality, my infinity has no fatality / my calcified pineal keeps me pallid, I whet palates, extend tha mileage past tha metric system of lyrical violence / I hold tracks like bondage, my recessive traits stay dominant / my archaic Knolege is like tha ancient Coptic language of tha Black pharaohs of Egypt, my keen wit is genius / I throw sharp flow like telekinesis, tha pekid collegiate Science defeats cliques / verbally bulimic, purge a thesis about Jesus Christ bein’ Hasidic, I shine light on tha mic / my creed is MCin’, my vocal feats make rappers leave tha cipher bleedin’ swagger from between they ass cheeks / avidly, I grammatically damage tracks traumatically with paragraphs fat like a manatee, incubate tha fetus, feed it proverbial manna written prose from lined leaflets / I hold grievance with rap ‘n’ I’ma burn coal all over tha map till I’m no longer breathin’ / tha rhyme elitest points 9s with laser beams at the egregious ‘n’ anoint entire teams that attempt to defeat this / I leave the olive branch in pieces ‘n’ stab every last breed on tha planet, I puncture MCs ‘n’ grab chains with amulets, my Los Angeles steez fades like cannabis grams in green packages…

Knolege God’s Hip Hop blows noggins out tha sockets, TS’s metaphysical consciousness is positively ominous / my rhymes leave rap tracks grovelin’, piranha lines reveal tha secrets of Masonics / my sonnet itself is a convict, my mind is svelte ‘n’ dope like fishscale ‘n’ I brought the Apocalypse upon us when my thought ripped / you pop rappers façade swagger makes tha Glock click, I’m an iconoclastic Gnostic who teaches prophets to break arms off crosses, I put nails in Jesus’s tattered garments / most of you crab’s tarnished rap is garbage, I separate cassette tapes with my verbalized pen name / tha genuine article, I pen parcels with sick hate, I spit crisp shades of verbal flame that change surnames flagrant / to see if Milo came check tha rape kit, throw you off tha stage like pagans outta Canaan / a sagacious sadist ‘n’ it ain’t safe when I take pens to tha mental plane to make payment, tha temple is tha brain / my game is venerated, celebrate my verbal cadence that stays bent ‘n’ I tame Satan…

from tha beginning of existence, Science been Twisted / tha giant of rap, slappin’ West Indian bitches’ fat asses outta habit while they fully clothed / post-traumatic brain damage, Science flows with rote mathematics / gaskets get blown like hoes grabbin’ my bone with they lips smackin’ / semi-auto gats put holes in a ninja’s casket / from Death I’m a graduate, suma cum laude well-grounded from Houses of Urban Development to white gold in your mouth ‘n’ shit / gettin’ spun on leather couches smokin’ speed outta foot long bongs, tha verbal King Kong / verbosely, watchin’ Cheech ‘n’ Chong hot boxin’ with tha homies, livin’ out “Up In Smoke”, goin’ to work with hosiery on my dome / this is grown folk rap, leave ya bitch-ass swag shit at home / I been doin’ this shit since taggin’ in ’92, Milo fuckin’ up tha scenery with spray cans ‘n’ a bat too / gats, DATS ‘n’ mics is carried in my suede papoose / next to bubble pipes ‘n’ crack stems with residues that equate to variants of possession of paraphenalias for intoxicant ingestion, I know the answers to all questions/ dressed in tan Dickie’s, a slingshot ‘n’ some Timbs, my thoughts is grim / attention ladies ‘n’ gentlemen, may I present to you Scientific – tha man, tha myth, the exquisite /systematic, my semantics is more sharp than Washington’s hatchet / go go gadget pen, my style’s off the atlas like Atlantis / pick my cabbage to establish rap back to it’s actual natural habitat / Science, tha purist, are you prepared for the avalanche?

tha illest, it takes Science to raze a village down to its roots / where I begin at’s beneath tha rubber of my boots / MCs is all viral yet don’t know tha vinyl double helix spiral, tap tha spinal cords of rivals / tha flyest ‘90s revivalist sniffin’ grams outta vials of cryss, actin’ childish/ wildin’ with witty American lit, literal literary Olympian degenerate / I eat cunt like Ellen DeGeneres / I see clear like cinemas of well-developed bitches named Consuela, their melons jigglin’ / long term goal, long term bid, this shit’s ridiculous / kept locked in a cell a felon trife life in triplicate / I live to rhyme ‘n’ rhyme to express existence / a Christian dissident who’s Christ-like when his pen spits / drip drip from tha sniff sniff, drift away / hand me back tha spliff, inhale exhale, 20 bars ‘n’ clips / funky harlot, pussy stank like fish ‘n’ garbage / I’m tha God so go study Darwin, how we all evolved revolves the artist / harvest weed seasonal, trees of Knolege deemed tha tallest / Paul Bunyon on tha mic, bottom dollar bet, I’ll steal your wallet…

driven swift, Twist inflicts sick ‘n’ flippant, wicked like triple-sixes / my tricks of tha trade, Science sniff ‘n’ blaze / defiant, eyes resemble blue skies, my robberies victimize bitches that’s thick in tha thighs like Selma Hayek, kiss your life good-bye / I host symposiums, pokin’ holes thru throats, blood splashes tha linoleum, Kaiser Sose’ with tha limp / locally, thoughts stay global jovially, laughin’ back from Taft to Birmingham with a black n yellow Meanstreak in my hand / mix it instant, drunk off Chivas, I’m a thug with a grip of drugs in my system / my graffitti style’s wild, Power U, I eat it often / Science, tha righteous pale-skinned White Chocolate / stop it yo, you ain’t no MC / ascend, I spliff tha trees, high strung THC, stems n seeds, head noddin’ to tha symphony / mentally I impede ignoramus advancement, more inquisitive than tha Spanish cats attentively

I got beef with you MCs, I brought tha meat cleaver / hot shots spit 16s that’s 22s, my Hip Hop fades with tha spray of a streetsweeper / I take no names, big brain takes little brain / when in Rome God knows his own / approach a foe, I shove all 5 fingers down tha fucker’s throat ‘n’ pull out his fuckin’ lymph nodes / ruckus, my thoughtwaves of copywritten prolific profound elocution acutely electrocutes kids / ruthless like Montegue and Capulet clashes, euphemism for Black kids attackin’ each other while tha Devil’s laughin’ / graphics splash your walls like spray cans with fat tips / grab you half-wits by tha hand, show you how real rap is established / y’all’re all erroneous and as phony as Tony! Toni! Tone! bangin’ or a dude claimin’ he’s straight kissin’ other dudes on tha faces / at night, I wonder who he lays with?

nouns ‘n’ adjectives, tha Most Profoundest Kid with without a clique I run shit / gun clips ‘n’ Berretas empty faster than heartbeats after a gram ‘n’ a half of ephedra sniffed / tetrahydrocannbinoids, tha God Body Caucusoid alive ‘n’ kickin’ cats right in the groin / metaphysical existancial livin’ criminal / throwin’ signals like American Sign Language, gangstas or Freemasons, it’s your choice how you take it / I state phrases of wisdom, tha context never changes / tha complexities frame by frame reveal who is it / it’s Twisted, tha Mystic / it wasn’t the Egyptians who built tha pyramids / they were visited by Area 51 spirits / I roll with a backpack with mics in it ‘n’ what I write is Scientifical chemistry formulas / I was born in a psych ward holdin’ a sword ‘n’ cut my own umbilical cord ‘n’ socked tha doc right in the vocal cords…

C-Cipher-Powers is cowards, 11 guilty with 1 doubter makes jailers become
ousters / constellations shower as God emotes outwards, your flow flounders ‘n’ like Esau I come out 1st with tha clout of words / my verses last for quarter-hours, Twisted’s thought’s dark like Guinness stout, I carve bars with my mouth / if in doubt, sniff a pound, I’m crimi-nal minded with tha mindset of education / Science was described as a leviathan in tha Torah, you vagina cliques need to go sharpen your swords up / scores fall victim to tha lack of chorus, chloroform words are exported dormant ‘n’ extort vocal cords / I’m heavy like a forklift, I levy bevies with every thoughtwave tha God sprays trapped in tha stockade / I impregnate beats when tha bass ‘n’ snare ovulate, madd scholastic tactics travel up tha birth canal with no profilactics, proliferate this rap shit / pro-liberate tha Black kids ‘n’ all the other mental slaves on tha planet Earth, I stab rap actors with a classic verse / overpack a hearse with graphic words ‘n’ spit ‘em
backwards / axioms get fractured, flash my passion for true school Hip Hop, tha God holds rap atonement like tha Pentacost…

rock tha nation from behind like copulation, deport a rhyme like workers with no documentation / you can’t stop tha hatred for fake cliques, tha Glock takes off tracheas ‘n’ leaves holes in faces / smack rappers till they got swollen brains with hematomas ‘n’ walk off with their payment stolen / A grade poems make Black bitches wanna taste my colon, I blast biscuits at tha timid to demonstrate I’m tha coldest / I keep spittin’ tha semi till I gotta reload it / I’m known as tha most impulsive culprit, take tha safety off tha 9 millimeter component / kidnap an opponent, drown him in tha manmade lake so they find his body floatin’ / I numb bodies like coke sniffs, my sonnet leaves papi hopeless when tha God has spoken…

I feast tracks till I can’t breathe without an artificial apparatuses help while trapped in a cell / here to lift rap up cuz it fell, beat swag rappers down with a leather belt with spikes on it / iconic with phonic accomplishments that get dimes on their haunches, I pop clips at pop kids / verbal swine clogs minds, tha triple optic rhymes I unwind are God Cipher Devine tactics / I burn eyelashes off like crackheads ‘n’ matches, my braun makes mics start splashin’ at half-wits / I drink Olde Anglo outta Jesus’s chalice with Dionysus ‘n’ Bacchus / tha pallid MC remixes tha ballad, I leave closet MC faggots ousted, I joust cliques / I’m all about powder sniffs ‘n’ 4 pounds with clips that empty in an arch-nemesis wig / my bars get a Latin bitch to arch her back out, I pull her hair, grab her ass ‘n’ put my dick in her mouth, ya dig?

Science, in alliance with crime rhymers, my mind defines the end of time like tha Mayans / rappers want classic 5 Mics in tha Source, my 4-5th matches tha casket to tha corpse / Arafat paragraphs trap tracks like court judges, I strangle cats with mic cord ruckus / so ill I’m disgustin’, so attractive I make chocolates ‘n’ redbones start blushin’ / my bars end discussion, my fleshtones tha same as both Armenians ‘n’ Russians / I stay blunted, kidnappin’ muthafuckers, cuff ‘em up tight, grab tha buck knife ‘n’ start cuttin’ up they stomachs over New York drum kicks, refuse pork but I’m still snuffin’ shit / what I script scuffs Timbs ‘n’, this artist brush wisdom, stuck within prison for the interim / flash jewels ‘n’ snatch pendants, I’m so dope, coca leaves is my derivative / Twisted, tha lyricist who spits syphilis at existence, I slit ignorant ninjaz’s wrists then drip piss in it / this Hip Hop I’m conditioned in, commercialism, I sign tha death certificate / revere Knolege God Science as his sovereign eminence, thoughts is limitless, cock tha 5th ‘n’ make him empty his pockets quick, tha Glock clicks ‘n’ his heartbeat quits, I carve TS on either side of his wig / walk into stations ‘n’ start clappin’ pigs miscellaneous cuz death makes me complacent / sophisticated Caucasian whose representation reaches out ‘n’ decapitates tha 7 heads of tha Beast ‘n’ Satan / I teach heathens ‘n’ pagans when I speak what’s written on these leaflets ‘n’ pages…, my 4-5th matches tha casket to tha corpse / Arafat paragraphs trap tracks like court judges, I strangle cats with mic cord ruckus / so ill I’m disgustin’, so attractive I make chocolates ‘n’ redbones start blushin’ / my bars end discussion, my fleshtones tha same as both Armenians ‘n’ Russians / I stay blunted, kidnappin’ muthafuckers, cuff ‘em up tight, grab tha buck knife ‘n’ start cuttin’ up they stomachs over New York drum kicks, refuse pork but I’m still snuffin’ shit / what I script scuffs Timbs ‘n’, this artist brush wisdom, stuck within prison for the interim / flash jewels ‘n’ snatch pendants, I’m so dope, coca leaves is my derivative / Twisted, tha lyricist who spits syphilis at existence, I slit ignorant ninjaz’s wrists then drip piss in it / this Hip Hop I’m conditioned in, commercialism, I sign tha death certificate / revere Knolege God Science as his sovereign eminence, thoughts is limitless, cock tha 5th ‘n’ make him empty his pockets quick, tha Glock clicks ‘n’ his heartbeat quits, I carve TS on either side of his wig / walk into stations ‘n’ start clappin’ pigs miscellaneous cuz death makes me complacent / sophisticated Caucasian whose representation reaches out ‘n’ decapitates tha 7 heads of tha Beast ‘n’ Satan / I teach heathens ‘n’ pagans when I speak what’s written on these leaflets ‘n’ pages…

a lyricist, killin’ Americans, tha bad Samaritan, crumblin’ rap marriages with Blunted Stanzas that splash swag heretics ‘n’ leave ‘em holier than Catholic parishes, reload tha clip ‘n let tha barrel spit/ swallow tha hollow tip, you’ll see Death clearly like you just took some Claritin, Science name belong on monuments like George Washington modeled shit in D.C. after Egyptian obelisks ‘n’ various degrees of Masonics with Thomas Jefferson as his accomplice, John Hancock tha 5th ‘n’ put 6 in your noggin / an idiot-savant can’t grasp this Hip Hop I’ve planned ‘n’ plotted / Ts get crossed ‘n’ 3rd eyes is dotted, purist rap, you know I cop it, regardless whether God’s monotone or changes octaves often, pull out tha Glock ‘n’ empty tha robbery victim’s pockets / stick coathangers in you rap pussies ‘n’ abort tha track botched, blood begins to leak out in blotches / I beat you bitches with a whip that got locks in it, yo, you ain’t no MC so stop it…

it’s tha Science, when I write verse I leave smoke ‘n’ sparks flyin’ outta tha pen’s tip / lines combine after tha ink spits / I’m tha pekid rhymer that’s equivalent to Christ Jesus, my soul’s part of Holy God tha Father / I smoke bubble pipes, bongloads ‘n’ straight shooters ‘n’ I serrate a MC’s past, present ‘n’ future / you nincompoops attempt to guess what’s more estudious my flesh or my spiritual representation / Twisted’s evolved evolution’s arranged with elevated human brains ‘n’ tha chompers of barracudas / my veins are coursin’ with Hip Hop, my cerebral cortex has knowledge dormant / I blow 3 4ths of a rainforest then suspend tha blunt’s lit tip with loosely tied Timberlands/ my limericks’re constricted rhyme sentences / get sent to do a prison bid ‘n’ they’ll take away your SSI benefits / I load every 3rd as a tracer in tha clip especially to see your face at night when I spit / I’m like tha Soviets spyin’ on rivals, maniacal / my pen’s an assault rifle, blowin’ holes in my rap bible…

nobody’s at fault like Geraldo ‘n’ Capone’s empty vault / control alt delete, I’m tha #1 seed of MCs ever to exhale ‘n’ breathe / my text tells of the amenities of thought ‘n’ philosophies brought about when God puffs tha weed / Gs is cocaine granules cooked up ‘n’ slanged for CREAM / my laserbeam eyesight can all be seen by my amphetamine enhanced pupils, my irises shine like jewels / Milo’s dominance recessive prominent in how I bless this / ninjaz get sent back amongst the essence / back to where tha soulless reside ‘n’ I preside over existence existential / Knolege God roams metaphysical / my spirit’s liberal, firmament my dreams as stars ‘n’ take up literal literary space within tha universe considerable / I burn ninjaz like inverted pentacles ‘n’ live life whimsical…

tha most distinguished linguist double-teams MCs obscene with verbal shots to either temple in tha cipher, y’all’s too simple / I snort quarter-grams sold in bindles off bitches’ nipples with tha sniffles, actin’ uncivil ‘n’ foul / knots get split by vocalized vowels ‘n’ consonants, monumental flavor like condiments / attractive like C-cups bouncin’ on a topless bitch, aesthetic lyricism outranks you average Jonathans / my pen scripts the alpha-numeric right for a thousand years / I appear in dreamstates with B-I-G, OBD, Pun ‘n’ Big L in a astral cipher with no guns / yo son, we all cough up a lung from blunts of Kush with Cushites, A-Alikes ‘n’ holy Canaanites / ‘n’ we all gonna get laid tonight by grade A dimes, British accent hoochies with accentuated booties / Caucasian Science allied with poor ‘n’ righteous thoughtworthy 5ers, tha God’s Earthly in his desire for peace, knowledge ‘n’ equality / Knolege God is demonstrative, wicked like Mephistopheles / a million of carbon copies all rush spots like me, hella evolved male bell of tha ball, verbal monopoly / thoughts rock philosophy like Platonic, Aristotle ‘n’ Socrates, exhaust all tha remedies…

my rhymes is high tech, from tha basics of threat / infrared dots line up tha Hip Hop sentence with your head / tha tenets of my religious sect is truth, justice ‘n’ equality / all apologies, y’all can’t control me like arms that’s palsied ‘n’ shakin’ / like Paul Rhee, you’ll get your fuckin’ face clipped, livin’ my final days tresbien / phrases stay nickel-plated with recessive traits that domineer any volunteer / you’ll leave tha cipher with cauliflower ears, I verbally sneer with a vocal katana / local to global, dispose tha joint with herbal marijuana / sparked-ed, MCs get left in a carcass ‘n’ return back to where it all started / Knolege wis is my catharsis ‘n’ my pen is hella sharpness, I wear a scarf at funeral services for rap garbage / brought back to life as rap’s Christ cuz I anoint tha mic everytime I touch it, ninjaz fall in love with Science…

lay my thoughts indelible, connect like skeletal arrangements in an array of visual displacement of Science trapped in a cage / by way of convictions of robbery made into correctional property, philosophies on street apothecaries / costs of numbness I can’t watch as they never plummet / Blunted Soldiers touch her from behind n tickle her stomach / spotted grams, you know I snuffed it/ in my pocket’s a razor sharp verse, laser bars inked / Science thinks he’ll work till the age of a hundred n 3 / bustin femurs at Wounded Knee with words that’s rudimentary, civically I rearrange tha sentence with apostrophes / Knolege God Cyphah sees thru that White Boy façade hyped up / bring thru Ki Toy Johnson yo n I’d fuck…

I take words ‘n’ make ‘em swerve yo, fuck what you concerned with / this is a verbal robbery, so come up out your pocket with tha CREAM ’n’ your Wallabies / Knolege is hella brolic with his felt tip/ Knolege God is Self, knowledge is wealth / I rob MCs with vocal shells that’s spent ‘n’ you ignorant ninjaz cringe at tha God’s intelligence / I been a felon since age 12 with ill convictions, hype with Attention Deficit Disorder indented like a sentence / maxin’ massive I’m so hundred, here to splash across tha panorama ‘n’ widen my demographic with vocal propaganda / grassroot efforts pointed poignant, put your hands up as I equalize my vendetta / my evil mind tweaks on time like ephedra, doin’ lines like I got no time for better / Glocks pointed blank to domes of coin phrases that call for crows ‘n’ ravens yo, this be grown folks’ rap / take ya bitch-ass back to tha playpen ‘n’ stay playin’ with tha laymen, less than average muthafucker / Protect Ya Neck, don’t press ya luck yo, my thoughts obscure flesh / pure threats assert Milo Rock’s superiority / I’m a old soul with seniority, fuck a goal, my object’s to stay lifted, so do tha mathematics / I’m Knolege God Science with Wisdom ‘n’ Understandin’ / with a 4-5th, they use digital cameras to capture physical portraits of tha metaphysical Anglo-Saxon Caucasoid God Body Twisted Science al-Sayiid / performin’ verbal exorcisms via my vocal mechanisms, bless-ed is my vignettes / short or extended, my shit’s a resemblance of tha purities of mixtape cassettes, the infallible grace of my flesh / I fury tha mic, so hot to death I’m alluring to dykes with my thumbs up in their earholes / equate me less than zero, bag a Black chick like DeNiro / all you material rap kids treatin’ Hip Hop like a pageant / flossin’, I’m lauded for my Knolege for that is what tha God spit / hella jocular, you couldn’t see me with opera binoculars…

Hip Hop is tha 13th Tribe ‘n’ I’m tha best ever requested / snortin’ line segments ‘n’ workin’ geometric business investments, dressed in a Kevlar vest stressin’ makin’ ex-skeletons outta ex-fleshes / my Twisted Scientifical shit is existential ‘n’ metaphysical / my mental’s a clip ‘n’ my pen’s a four-fifth / Milo spits ‘n’ splits brain hemispheres / my sword is Excalibur, I’ll kill King Arthur, Lancelot ‘n’ Guinevere / tha end is near ‘n’ I strike severe with a pallid verse, lift up your skirt ‘n’ hit it from tha rear / what I splurt leaves commercial merchants in fear, splash ‘em like a shook 40 of beer…

I rock notes, like some rock coke / approach what I wrote ‘n’ guard ya throat God yo, cuz I’m ferocious / feast the ambrosias, beast tha plebs with no emotions, grab tha tablet ‘n’ roast tha leaflets like Christians by ancient Romans / into showman gladiator shit, I imaginate graphic displays of your disfiguration / approach you with a hacksaw ‘n’ take off half ya brain pah / it’s too simple, lemme be gentle, cut off ya testicles ‘n’ make you gargle ya own genitals / stop molesting yaself / every particle of my bars down to the original genuine article is venerable / tha nutrients is verbal minerals, from tha 5 star generalizations to tha pentacle…

thoughts travel tha globe out of an above average poem / I leave stagnant heads afloat like moats, ready to blast stigma like hair-trigger toast carried under a sav ninjaz coat / tha mark of man’s on tha throat, splashin’ like Son of Sam with tha crow / establish grams in tha nose, always furious ‘n’ of European descent / more Twisted than Yacub with more Degrees than Freemasons / raised blind to color lines, it’s these others who’re dumb ‘n’ deaf in tha mind / my elevated mental expansion sees crime as a never-ending labyrinth / expatiate my rhymes as I’m a state captive craftin’ tha most verbosest magic / tha Devils are every color, we all brothers fightin’ survival, usin’ Cash Rules Everything Around Me as a false idol / taught societal materialism, King Science, brought back imperialistic ways thru vicious rap / blow up tha cipher, I ignite words, my pen’s a torch / repeat after me, I set fire to your vocal cords…

respect, tha 4 Elements, etched within my skeleton / thoughts is felon shit ever since I blessed tha melanin / connect malevolent threats from U.F.O. intelligence extraterrestrials on Earth power verse sharp like Gillette / bars flash finesse when Milo’s mental flesh reached out ‘n’ molests the alphabet, from tha back / reamin’ heads like a White Grecian / teachin’ heathens when I’m speakin’ on tha mic like Jesus / life’s a battle, like tha Chosen Tribes of Semites versus Odomites, Hittites, Syrians, Sumerians ‘n’ Philistines / Science, tha Messianic Judeo, settin’ rhymes aflame like Waco / against Milo, you’ll get your face blown / you’re all presto chango like Fat Joe sayin’ “mang” or “shawtie” / splash you fake personalities ‘n’ make tha water choppy / tha Cocky Purist that you copycats fax / YouTube’s got you cats swallowing my urine while I rap scat jazz / I’m witty while you’re a half-ass/ yo, did you catch that? if you did, you recognize a lyricist that shines when Hip Hop sticks like sweaty crotches / my cock spits when tha Glock clicks ‘n’ my moccasins is splotched with blotches of hemoglobbins / seepin’ down to my socks / forms of camoflauge develop when Twist makes tha pen script / I leave wigs Auto Immune Deficient like Hatians, Malasians ‘n’ millions of Brasilians / thick chickens with big lips, hips, titties ’n’ asses that’s gargantuan / African, Anglo-Saxon, Latin ‘n’ Asiatic / yet I digress though / echo chamber / you shoot blanks ‘n’ got no taste / fuckin’ lame, you’re as fake as tha son Jepetto made / I’m so so def, yet you’re tha ones that need hearin’ aides / I’m tha White Canibus ‘cuz I’ll never explain…

ask after I act, I act rash, tha brashest / I cut rappers in halves so they put ‘em in tiny caskets / faces get smashed so who’s next? I accept all applicants / from tha palest crackers to Mexicans to African-Americans / I always carry spare clips, come 1 with your extended family who’s all fans of me, you’ll see that I really don’t giva shit / madman with a diary, encrypt tha spoken gibberish / sober, still no one’s as high as me gets, pekid, writin’ lines that slaughter MCs like Romulus did Remus / Boneventure Regency kickbacks I crash like extortion, formin’ contortions that release endorphins in sheets like a hundred tabs / thoughtwaves gather like puddles, my Hip Hop reign’s styles ‘n’ steelo’s versatile / verbal invitrofertilize hoes with smiles immaculate, concepts conceived pivotal, arrouse nipples unequivacle / ill Twist, inhospitable prison statistic / status, tha baddest one-man armada flagship / shank in my pillowcase, bonecrusher in my mattress / I smoke mics, that’s why I got a Method “M” tatted…

fiery eyes, I’m crazed, I never wait for tha smoke to clear / poetic with tha heated lead that Entertain’s heads like Cedric / livin’ excessive yet Milo handles biz / lord on high, I’m a pantheist, puttin’ cats out, call me Ambein / Caucasian hairy like tarantulas with ethereal parables, accompany concertos / louder than gay apparel yo, I’m flagrant / show my blatant disregard, my applehead dictation / never seen yet when I’m heard I crack eggs like incubation / coke cake thru tha straight-shooter with tha flame lit / you new-booty Johnny-come-lately fake-ass rhymers is pussy, playin’ Schwarzeneggar but sound like Maria Shriver / sabertooth with tha mic, rippin’ lines with my pen that explode minds via poetic rhymin’…

MYTHICALLY, I’m tha mysterious enigma with tragic history established within my onslaught of bars scarred visually, what Hense did to me / bittersweet remembrance of yesteryear, hear my vestige vested of how my pen molests your ears / I’m tha best from West of the Atlantan Continent flossin’ my above-average cognizance ‘n’ half-attractive countenance descended from Anglo-Saxon, tha land of Caucasus / I flaunt ninja Stars of David at anybody flashin’ swastikas / Buffie tha Body got my favorite attributes in all tha proper places / in Rorschach blotches all I see’s her face, dominant recessive, love tha streets so I left, right? I anesthetize my flesh / rap today, y’all sound like you dress in thongs under your camoflauge speakin’ in pidgin English rappin’ patroit / n’est pas? Science, tha best kept secret in prison, more wicked than 4 sixes, so Twisted I gotta put a chorus in it…

never defeat tha purpose, I use words till they’re outta service, my Hip Hop’s purchased by rap purists / I use gats at Catholic churches where false idols outlive their given term limits / Twisted’s an Anglo-Saxon Germanic descendant, my rhyme’s vivid like a pornographic image / rappers is fake like the implants in Jenna Jameson, doctors implanted hate in my wig / my rhyme slayed tha raven, I take grooves away from Angela Bassett, fuck Taye Diggs / Satan prays to this, always keep my CDs out tha cases, slap in my cassette tape, press rewind to grasp tha statement / circumstances is mitigated, I sew lips ‘n’ noses shut, your throat gets cut for ventilation / I fuck rap raw like bitches gettin’ stuck with double-penetration, I stimulate tha nation to advance past mental laymen / tha rage spit by Twisted if by any indication is vindication for simulation MCs who’ve clenched tha latest generation with materialistic greed…

rhymes are limitless like an infinite rush of adrenaline that begins yet never ends / my pen ascends resemblin’ tha shine of diamond pendants / Olympian sentences authored tha most insidious bother recipients upon reception / tha misconception of my own deception shows my DNA’s recessiveness/ my deoxyribonucleic, I slay men with tha pen whether they dominate my traits because I’m prominent with tha hate / provocative octaves start knockin’ when I blow more weed than Calvin Broadus / sippin’ 40s ‘n’ robbin’ Ghostface for his Wallabes ‘n’ I’m so flame I take away Waka’s retarded-ass name / put up a tarp ‘n’ start throwin’ darts that carve my name in your brain ‘n’ awake your blind deaf ass with a flash-bang grenade / leave shrapnel in your face ‘n’ strangle you with your own chains / droves came to witness Knolege God Science procreate with handwritten Sanskrit on papyrus, rhymes tight like vises / I can’t grip my vices, so jails ‘n’ institutions’ what my life is / tha rap Midas Zionist Milo no longer sniffs lines, I snort hyphens / copyrighted visualistic rituals are recited / Science is a walking icon enshrined by MCs with lit incense ‘n’ every participant feels each syllable of my wit / every clique is killable with a forty-fifth, each grill fillable with my dick / I attend ciphers with backpacks filled with clips ready to spit ‘n’ when they’re empty I’ll use tha sharp edges to cut your wrist / cock tha hammer, put either thumb there ‘n’ I’ll fuckin’ puncture them…

my nickel-plated lyrics are sharp like swords in tha middle ages / heist tha mic from knights, it gets capitulated / psychologically scarred like Reiss-Davis, livin’ trife / life is like phased like Cheers to Frasier, Nigel ‘n’ Maris / to Sideshow Bob, I’m fly yo, I’m so brolic / hella educated ‘n’ I never been to college / pent up gets penned ‘n’ vented, ascension of what I’ve invented / 6-16-78 was God’s genesis / Knolege servin’ tha physical penitence yet ciphers remain pensive of how Science remains transcendent thru my dissension / tha catalyst, Science, tha most rotten apple in tha mix / Los Angeles bred, swipe a wigga’z bread cuz I gots to stay fed ‘n’ drugs are food to me ‘n’ I’m foul like Hitler ‘n’ Mussolini / throw in Hirohito cuz I stay chinky-eyed breathin THC outta trees that bring me closer to God / though I am He, Twisted is ill ‘n’ mega sheisty / look up in tha mirror ‘n’ you’ll see just who tha Christ be / it’s not religious beliefs that I speak, they’re cold hard facts, I’m Killah God like a car crash / then raise him from tha dead, 99.98 % pure hatred gets caressed, I wish tha post ‘90s Hip Hop generation was dead / carve my name upon their flesh, I sport Glocks with bayonets, I spell “death” with a TS…

words get serviced like a boy ‘n’ girl’s 1st kiss / I teach truth that defies churches’ lies, get tha verbal tourniquets / Milo’s on 1 again ‘n’ when I’m on one ain’t none of y’all jive turkeys my fuckin’ friend / I ruckus gems ‘n’ smoke crack thru fuckin’ glass stems / crack it in half ‘n’ carve my name on ya fuckin’ chin / tha bars I bust is similar to Russian AKs ‘n’ yours is a musket / a.k.a. you hardly bustin’ / stray percussion clips you in tha face yo, my name is like Augustus Caesar, it leaves a mark like where tha killer bee stung / iller than spillin’ pilsner on tha table while your playin’ billiards doin’ ya stank drunk imitation of Phyllis Diller / my verbal blade gives MCs gills ‘n’ impedes them from human breathin’ / that’s a euphemism for how I’ma choke ‘em with my penis, katana cutthroat, go back to what you wrote on tha fuckin’ ce-ment / I leave rough drafts leakin’, shinin’ brighter than a beacon, collectin’ CREAM fiendish like a deacon / expatiate what I’m speakin’, brains get ate when my ass is eatin’, when I say crabs yo, I don’t mean Crips / I feed on proteins ‘n’ carbohydrates ‘n’ my bars stay irate, tha mind is sharper than knives, ‘n’ mine is like a switchblade / avid on vocal stabbin’, I splash at crows ‘n’ ravens to trap souls ‘n’ I urinate on graves / furious with tha purist hate for Jake, I chase dragons with blunt hatchets ‘n’ everything I write is flame / with tha most recessive traits, I remain tha minority in tha rap game but yo, it ain’t no game / in fact, tha severity of my seriousness is like anguish for Israelis by Syrians, or Czechoslovakians with AR-15s, Bosnians streetsweepin’ trained by Commies / injectin’ Hip Hop in veins…

fact is, my tactics splash you absurd / it’s like 2 Whites from a Mexican gang sayin’ tha “N” Word / my rhymes is so flame, it burns tha mic to cinders in tha height of Winter ‘n’ I stay deep like Poseidon’s Adventure ‘n’ Osiris / Science tha brightest, since Orion, shinin’ like a icicle meltin’, my felt tip embellishes well within tha lines of believin’ / y’all bereft of intellect so how in Milo’s name’s y’all bereavin’? lemme cut off 2 of ya fingers, now we’re even/I swipe tha mic ‘n’ beast it / Scientific, Christ Jesus cries when He sees Twist /the piety of mine 1st most is to rock mics ‘n’ rhyme baroque/granted, let me out on work furlough,
I’ll stab a CO in tha throat /my craft is bleak ‘n’ slappin’ like boom bap beats ‘n’ tha East Coast / if you were just half of me you’d equal my ego / it’s blasphemy to repeat after me, my verbal cuisine is flattery next to your barbarian-like savagery…

Scientific’s tasteless, I walk up to broads with self-esteem problems ‘n’ ask ‘em if they wanna taste this / my hypnotic eyes bewilder MCs that spit filler words, hand’s on my verse, I impregnate tha Earth / usurp the esoterics, I’m sicker than a transgender marriage, tha Mic Terrorist sportin’ a pair of Timberlands / tha 1 Man Rap Syndicate takin’ it to extremes snortin’ more than a drug dealer’s dream / keep your wig on Ms. Black Thing / tha Ruffneck Rough Draft Assassin’s trapped in tha bing/ yet I’m emphatic about my chicken’s ass cheeks / I’ll take out your vocal cords so you can’t speak retaliation / show up at your gravesite ’n’ orchestrate a celebration of vicious death ’n’ have forced sex with your wifey that’s half-Chinese / I’ll make ya mind freeze like Slurpees, my thoughts is serpentine / no MC is worse than me / it’s a verbal holocaust like Germany in tha ’30s / I’ll send you to Heaven early via a Science skirmish, Milo’s incredible - I leave a tweaker wordless / speakers bleed like virgins when my Hip Hop is blurted / I write graffitti on tha curb ’n’ stroke my turgid cock like Pee Wee Herman / every verse is an unrehearsed sermon ’n’ my pen’s ink is permanent ‘n’ I revere synagogues, mosques ‘n’ churches / it’s always been Hip Hop since tha 1st Genesis, Revelation, Alpha ‘n’ Omega shit/on some O.G. gangsta shit like D Block ‘n’ Jada-Kiss of death, aviator frames n champagne lenses / quiet as kept, I’m the angelic seed of Cain here to take rap back to tha Promised Land of Canaan, caught in tha flesh so I must express my incessant want of ghetto booty ‘n’ dark breast / Kama Sutra, tha Hip Hop Lion of Judah / my rhyme is so potent Milo holds tha mic with a roach clip / more yae than Oakland in tha ‘80s / Twist nets tha gross verbatim ‘n’ slays MCs like Roman rulers to Hebrew babies / I make pussies soak ‘n’ try to chase me / I make theological statements laced with hatred ‘cuz I’m an angry thuggish fucker that’s ruckus that’s buggin’ drunkoff malt liquor in tha Holy Grail / my wages of sin is 12 at 85 / pages of ancient religions I’ve studied burnin’ sages to chase away evil peoples influence / call me tha Caucasian Judus, trade you in for a 30 piece / I’m tha Devil with tha Blue Eyes that Yacub created supposedly as parasite of tha righteous / read Isaiah ‘n’ Jeremiah’s novels, Hip Hop has a prophetic function to it / Milo’s enhanced EOP telekinetic powers travel thru synapses in your domepiece ‘n’ leave you bloodrenched like unused ovam outta ovaries / who gonna roll with me shotrock ‘n’ go cockblock a false MC when tha toast squeeze? nines, mossbergs ‘n’ AKs empty resentfully, snitches get ya sent to penitentiaries / stick to tha flow of ink thrown, Hip Hop been my culture since last millenium / text message battles on tha Pentium ‘n’ travel thru my vast imagination givin’ pounds on tha back of savages ‘n’ pagans / I was taught tha secret handshakes from a Black Mason / my beliefs are jaded ‘cuz authorities is forcin’ me into eras of solitary / Twist gives berries such fat hits they bust out with tha monetary ‘n’ asked Twist to marry ‘em / shit, I’ll stifle ‘em with my dick ‘n’ autoerotically fuck ‘em between they tits…

lyrical pirouettes danced as tha DJ scratch tha phonograph / light flash from snapshots ‘n’ photographs / clash of tha Rap Titan / Science spit what thrives while yours is dyin / like vegetation / I believe in rap segregation / your kind stay behind tha line of degradation / my mind stays in decoration / revival of tha Hip Hop nation yet it never left / those bereft of Knolege this verse is rudimentary education / displayin’ my hatred for naysayers ‘n’ 2KFakers / out for just tha pay dirt / you’ll get your facehurt / splash your brain / mosaic painter / ain’t prosaic / I’m sharper than 60 double-edged razor blades / sober or majorly faded / you’ll get sprayed quick cipherin with tha Twisted Scientist / I insist / try me kid / I defy you to be like me / as grimey kid / I’m like a syringe / you’ll get shot up with ol’ Twisted insulin / you’re bound to catch AIDS or something’ / not sayin’ I got it / but kid if I got it / then you got it / WHAT!? / so I start lookin’ for tha bitches with tha big butt / like her / but she keep cryin’ / ”I got a boyfriend” / bitch stop lyin’ / to Science / I’ve been known to make a 3rd Eye squint / I flash more flavor than 11 spiced spices / wicked half-man like tha bad Anakin sippin’ Heinekin / I spit flashbacks to Los Angeles riots / heistin’ land like conquistadors / stealin’ Acuras ‘n’ Accords / of course my open mind explores / choreographed wrath flashed / snap photographs / homeopathic demographic / lights, camera, action / ashes to ashes / cuttin’ rap addicts synaptic reactions in half with passion and a vengeance / transcendant God Knolege Twisted stimulants / implementin’ swift kicks / livin’ large ‘n’ livid / phat like fatty lipids/ my incentive’s linguistics as ammunition in tha clip / with a word ready in tha chamber to spit / trippin’ tha light fantastic ‘n’ Dirty Dancin’ like Dirty Bastard / rest in peace to my kids ‘cause I wear condoms on tha mic/psych/ooh Baby I like it raw dog / gnaw tha coochie with tha thong still on raunchy / throngs got tha God in sight in spite of me / ciphering / come ‘n’ try ‘n’ find me / sheisty / broads with tiny heinis stand behind me / my mind is gritty / when I spit you catch a contact like visiting in prison G / it must be kismit ‘cause you’re listening / let’s go back to rap from last century…

livin’ under dire straits / I admire hate / aspirin’ to become a universal tyrant / verbal leviathan, fightin’ till I tire ‘n’ expire / dangle tha world with tangled wires ‘n’ strangle MCs with white golden cables / tha oracle, my force is a sword formed with metaphors that cut from your vocal cords down to your fuzzy navel / you hussies really don’t wanna FUCK with me / devils try to suppress me like D.A.s ‘n’ discovery / several fuckers get cut when I spit ruckus like Dutches, they get twisted after I gut it / slip tha cuffs, I slit hundreds of vocal stomachs ‘n’ flip styles with razor blades between my gum ‘n’ lips / all these cats today dance around tha subject, I’m quotable, note tha quotations / expatiatin’ expatriate excommunicated for who I communicate with ‘n’ how I do it / tha Rap Judas splashin’ vivid scholastic academics / after I rip a track dunny’s stunned ‘n’ wonders if he just dreamt it / stick to your guns like THC to fatty lipids / studio thugs sportin’ cubic zirconias on both ears ‘n’ teardrops ‘n’ never did a year longer in prison / plus he ain’t tha biz, he swallows ‘cuz he can’t spit / all you borrow while I lent it / I’m tha sav papi chulo, while you paint your face tryin’ to rap like Shaggy 2 Dope / laughin’ atcha claimin’ you a MC / you ain’t no MC, yo – allow me tha liberty to clean tha rhyme scene / astringent verse, select a serotonin inhibitor with tha least controlled damage to your liverwurst / you fort 3 sixes? I’ve been forged worse / broke up in your pad, snapped your forest ‘n’ ate your porridge / as folklore has it I’m incorrigible ‘n’ all you fairy-ass MCs can’t see me like Horus with a eyepatch…

in loving memory of Dirt/I flirt with Death ‘n’ get up his skirt/usurp tha mic from commercial merchants ‘n’ spit wicked liturgic sermons that’ll leave you short circuited/word search/it’s what my words’ worth/a hundred million/take out tha filament/I’m bright like Ra/what up God/my flaws reflect faux pas/I pause/lookin’ at some jet Black squaws with astronomical asses/bound to be my future baby moms/I carry weight in my psalms/colossal/it’s possible baby/I’m a freak like tha carnival/tha scatter-brain MC that touches many tangents/splittin’ Dutches till I’m in crutches ‘n’ can’t function Goddamnit/I make noise like tha Originoo Gunn Clappas/poised to leave women moist after/hearin’ my soliloquies ‘n’ monologues/I jostle Hip Hop all across tha planes of existence/exfoliate my sickness/I turn 5%ers into Christians ‘n’ blow weed down tha holy path of righteousness/Twisted Science spits clip after clip at clients of the enemy faction/saddened when Russel Jones passed but I look past it/Twist’s name belongs in video games like John Madden/enter tha Dragon Chasin’ Rap Addict/tha Scholastic Catalyst/my candid thoughts ride up your asses like thongs/I draw throngs/many scatter when plasma splatters from tha head strong/grandstandin’ in Lost Angels/oh what a tangled web’s woven when tha God’s spoken/smokin’ coke roaches with Moses/both noses end up frozen before I roll spliffs with high tetrahydro quotients/tha Blest Coast is where I’ve stolen ‘n’ leave many women moanin’/I’m stoic/I give a fuck/now you know my modus operendi/stay posted for tha jokes spit/lifted off green stimuli I’ve chosen as a form of escape ‘n’ praise for the Intelligent Designer/you labia majora femcees is straight vagina/a 9 to 5 gig ain’t my bag/I raise a red flag to that/time to snag purses/my liturgic verses travel a trillion light years in nanoseconds between universes to foreign planets/I gots to have it but I’ll be Goddamned if you get to have it/I embody Los Angeles/take what’s mine ’n’ yours too/remember - I giva fuck so watcha wanna do/every rhyme God flungs punctures thugs’ lungs ’n’ fondles eardrums/snatchin’ crumbs/tha difference outweighs tha sum…

keep your chain tucked ‘cuz I’m a deranged fuck / tha thirty-eight crushes your cranium / my veins contain cocaine in ‘em / madd injected by 8ths / I lace tha air with hate ‘n’ tame tha mic / what I write frightens tha stage at night / I came twice like Christ to save a lame-ass laymen with a rhyme / Science unwinds styles that reminds tape players of past times / I ravage rap tracks like a savage, armed with semi-automatics loaded with scholastics / my pens are brandished ‘n’ cats need to have their hands bandaged / you chant wack rap anthems ‘n’ you fags’ pants dampen / I just slashed my wrist on accident ‘cuz I went to grab tha four-fifth ‘n’ it hacked my shit / I pack a clip with cyanide-tipped bars n’ attack tha underground ‘n’ when it hits your garbage it chars it ‘n’ makes tha chart flip / tha mic barks, hit your apartment / tie you up ‘n’ carve my name on your arms / sparks enflame / surrounded by big-time Scarfaces incarcerated for movin’ tons of yae ‘n’ madd stupid runners wastin’ summers with gunplay / coke spots fluxuate, I gotta motivate with a poem of hate / I splash ‘n’ soak tha fake / my Hip Hop separates throats from tha face / intercontinental slang of folds ‘n’ bindles / culinary arts, I carry mics sharper than switchblades / these bars bake cookies of Peruvian Flake / I blaze 16 out a nine ‘n’ souls transmutate / my mantra’s a praise to Yahweh / my Gnostic thoughts copulate with pagans while layin’ incantations / she won’t get impregnated, ‘cuz I induce complications to her ovulation with a verse / my word formations is formulated with girth ‘n’ worshipped by Satan / cut his head off, Excalibur his crotch ‘n’ spit hydrochloric spittle at his noggin / my rap dominance caught you like crooked cops ‘n’ just remember who tha God is / I got twin Glocks cocked in my pocket / hollow-tipped bars is in tha clips / I spit lyrics that get mics frightened ‘n’ my pen’s got a Science doctorate /well-learn-ed facts I’ve studied / I stay hungry ‘n’ rap tha style of Ted Bundy, hit that ass ‘n’ split those undies / get in them guts like a blunt mixed / she love to shake her plump ass ‘n’ her plush tits / plus, I arrived with a buncha nines by my stomach ‘n’ a ton of gun clips / I circumcised tha mic / MCs get their nuts clipped / I fertalize tha Earth with thoughts like angelic trumpets or are they just hellish punishment for tha lowly heretics that roam tha universe / I float tha solar system then pen a rhyme on Jupiter / accidently “create” a verse that would hurt Odd Future ‘n’ put Tyler in a bodycast ‘n’ sutures / thru havoc’s how I view tha Earth / my rhyme’s hella dope so I load it in tha straight shooter…