Twisted Science Cypherz

I kill MCs with a flare of hatred like young Mansonites did to Sharon Tate with snares ‘n’ high hats behind me / I give tha microphone auditory seizures hardcore ‘n’ put microbes by the score in arms claimin’ tuberculosis tests, high fever ‘n’ night sweats / tha plight of tha trife life, thrice strikes / 25 times like, cinco with an L, Milo looks photogenic still, that’s how I was built ‘n’ all these cats is tryin’ to buy my pills / while I’m tryin’ to get back to where there’s pilsner filtered, soon I’ll be ballin’ like billiards / tha Caucasoid Christopher Wallace rest on a throne of thought between marble pillars with bars thrown together, construct a ill verse / ambidextrous mental hemispheres, double-edged Excalibur, married to Hip Hip, got a sancha named Guinevere / cop tha bomb marijuana, spliff tha ganja, 24 carat, pack 16 with a spare clip/ spit a bar sharp as katanas ‘n’ scimitars, infidels get cut/ lifted with brain swells, now what? Milo’s burnt everyday ‘cuz all you MCs is pussies with discolored discharges smellin’ like rotten eggs ‘n’ shit / if this was ancient Rome I’d be the Iconic God of Hatred / accentuate my scholastic accent, blood on tha hatchet / turn tha average into classic with ill semantics from tha Rough Draft Assassin / altered fully automatics splash ‘n’ hack cats in half / iron macs or iron mics, you’ve only 1 chance to strike / I chastise literal when I litanize / you better be immunized / I interject lines with tha force of five Intertech nines, 30 round banana clips / welcome to tha infamous land of Los Angeles where your fables don’t fly / try me, I’ll smoke you under tha table / stigmatize stigmata on your wrists ‘n’ ankles fatal, you MCs are so fake, you’re biodegradable / all your styles is interchangeable / stillbirths in mangers ‘n’ cradles, it’s nondebatable ‘n’ non-negotiable / I touch local ‘n’ global with quotables, grimy like urinals / tha arduous sojourns of life are in my journals / tha Rap David Berkowitz, thoughts wicked like 1930s Germans / sentences is Twisted like genocidal camps of internment, verses is turgid / allergic reactions happen a hundred 80 thousand miles a second / put Hip Hop in tha shower like Auschwitz, my rhyme raise it like tha Phoenix / bring it back, tha Rap Jesus / seize ‘n’ usurp tha mic like Julius Caesar did half of Europeans / tha deepest since Yahweh frightened Chaldeans with tha Angel of Death / Science flirts with flesh ‘n’ rests his broken neck on Nefratiti’s breast / stay flame like David Koresh, the essence of my liturgy’s energy at its best…

Strativarius rap move land like Merryl Lynch / I carry poison flow, in cyanide joints get dipped / pass tha Phillie, I anoint tha cipher with verbal agility / run for tha hills when I come thru packed with utilities to attack tha Philistines that’re novelty acts / I think they’re possibly fags, look at how they walk with their hands tilted / I talk with my hands killin’, all these cats spit like landfills / my skill ain’t pretty, it’s gritty ‘n’ all I ever wanted was big ass ‘n’ titties on Black bitches sniffin’ histamines runnin’ more land than tha Byzantine Empire / clips empty when tha shit gets fired ‘n’ I’m inspired to aspire to be a verbal esquire / draped in dire straits from tha hands of hired hate, I lash out from tha mouth in bouts ‘n’ joust tha fake / from tha mouths of babes I infiltrate ‘n’ scrounge around for an 8th doused in flame, then pray a leap of faith it ain’t my DNA…

I leave heads wet after I baptize the average rapper / I chastise mediocre cats with deep laughter/ 12 Chosen Tribes, 12 Zodiac Signs / tha rap sorceror strapped with hand grenades ‘n’ mortors / tha rap enforcer, with mini-14s, semi-auto shells ‘n’ American vocabulary torture / tha sorta shit that makes you wish you was a corpse / I sniff quarters, halves ‘n’ full gees / get a QP ‘n’ keep it all for my lonely, I’m a recluse, so fuck those fools that call me they homie / grab your rosaries ‘n’ start your Ave Marias / tha vocal toast I bring shows all your Broken Dreams induced by P2P cooks / study tha books, verbal rocks is took on verbal escapades, I make Bacardi Limon outta lemonade / tha Science is quite biassed so he imbibes his mind with iced tea from Long Island…

my narratives show the impairment of you careless MCs who speak but express nil / I facilitate Death to come as Fate, tha fear fluxuates so I stay laced / my comupance I embrace / I emote tha pungeant taste of hate for tha fake / my tongue’s as sharp as blades / fling my darts ‘n’ tha track sparks to flame / drums bang ‘n’ buxom hoes big butts undulate / a crumb snatchin’ crimey drapes corners of tha Milky Way with cans of paint / I examinate situations in tha Last Days of Time ‘n’ deactivate bastions of you MCs that brandish wack rhymes / action reaction, that’s my pastime / Christ’s feet’ll be brass when He comes back / my pen’s so thick, it’s got a big ass / check tha syntax…

analyze these analogies, swingin’ my sword with tha force of rap / tha malignant Science Twisted / logistics ‘n’ schematics, I teach verse at tha Learning Annex / I smash penny-antes ‘n’ leave my grimey handprints on panties / tha Verbal Sancho Gavacho that’s boracho with mic in hand, right hand on a Optimo, twisted by Twist snug / snub nose lyrics invented by this thug’s equivolent to systematic lupus with no treatment / maximum security breaches is reached when Twisted rips your britches off / a hundred CCs stat ‘cuz your raps is flat like my Anglo-Saxon ass / so I lunge forth vexed ‘n’ my text gets beneath your Goretex ‘n’ pierces your vest ‘n’ leaves a vestige in your cerebral cortex…

restriction contradiction, I stay open like marijuana spliffs get, voted in as tha sickest like tha Roman Senate / bearin’ more arms than George Zimmerman, my sword rips cuts when I lacerate tracks ‘n’ incapacitate swag with mathematics / attack a passive cabbage like Gandhi with a semi-automatic / don’t cross God like Christ or tha Tigris ‘n’ tha Ganges, or maybe it’s tha Euphrates, regardless you’ll leave in bandages / lampin’, rap hotter than pen torches, my pen torches critically acclaimed ‘n’ awarded rap arrangements / step in my arena, death is painless demonstrated when blood leaks on your garments…

I’ll never perish like spray cans ‘n’ flame tips, rappers is hilarious, yo – I live thru death / 16 semi-automatic Russian Roulette, bless tha session, protect ya neck, my Tech 9 got congestion / pull tha 5th ‘n’ heat splashes, plead tha 5th, I speak ‘n’ entire breeds ‘n’ belief systems turn to ashes like mesquite / God blasts like dynamite caps ‘n’ crack stems / Science Knolege God designs, I’m no accident extravagant fabrications get accessed / eyes remain on bitches that’s tha Blackest, my grammatic syntax mashes ‘n’ my brain damage manifests as bipolar manic, the ayatollah of Los Angeles / folds of coke go in my shnazz, I set off panic like ratchets clappin’ at the average…

attack tha wack with true Hip Hop / it was this God / who spit rocks / toxic / hypnotic Knolege topnotch ‘n’ caustic / flames entangled / 12 Tribes / hell’s a guise described to scare a child / I crack a smile when I defile history / bring back tha rap from last century / simply / I flash a true affinity to purist lyricy / convert words liquefied like gathered gaseous compounds, sicker than advanced pancreatic cancer or moved bowels / my fuse is lit by tha sound of diphthong vowels ‘n’ they’re sharper than tha talons of a hawk / laud tha God Science, biased towards Judaism paw…

I light mics aflame ‘n’ blaze tha cords off / I’ll never let tha war stop between fake half-ass rappers ‘n’ cats that rep Hip Hop / Twist steps up to fuckers with rough drafts that cause ruckus ‘n’ ends civil discussions fast / really, who tha fuck is this? don’t piss me off ‘cuz I’ll cut off your lips so your bitch-ass can’t talk shit / I’ll prevent your nose’s sense of breathin’ properly by placin’ cement in your nostrils / prophesize Knolege God, tha Hip Hop apostle, a hardcore beat disciple that blows weed outta pages from tha Bible / I conversate with wise sages ‘n’ shamen, a denarius is my day’s wages of sin…

I eat MCs like pussy, rob ‘em ‘n’ lick ‘em with gun shots through they Stussy shirts / yo bitch, when you weren’t lookin’ I jooked ya Gucci purse ‘n’ took tha CREAM / infrared beam on tha Intertech rip thru tha seam / rap is not what it seems, 25s with tha nickel gleams / cut tha pound into quarter-ounces / Hip hop is in my genes ‘n’ I ain’t talkin’ Levi-Strauss / I need tha cheese, pull out tha quarter-pound Milo’s all about tha verbal joust ‘n’ big brown round asses /I splash kids ‘n’ slap ‘em with tha classics / tha Purple Tape, Chronic ‘n Illmatic, or any track I happen to be manufacturin’, 12 inch or cassette / I grip pens ‘n’ tha sentences I script inflict duress, my voiceprint is audio coitus for eggheads / congested with vignettes, a rap purist with fervent obscene obscureness / liturgic sermons deeper than tha surface that murk kids like David Berkowitz with a 30-30 / 730, Arm Leg Leg Arm Head, I ascend, my bars transcend flesh…

unsurpassable, none’s greater than tha most masterful / Science, hella mined as rap’s classical / dressed casual, sword slicin’ up collateral / arms cut off still sportin’ a grey flannel / words ricochet off tha fireplace mantel / just cuz I’m middle aged don’t mean I can’t tear tha mic to shambles / a thousand Fahrenheit, mountains of gigabytes ‘n’ a pair of sky blue eyes / gimme time cuz I too will rise like Maya Angelou / hella laureate poetic-type, I’m friends with Satan ‘n’ Christ, that’s tha story of my fuckin’ life / ended tha discussion trife when I busted tha mic with tha ill power of my mind / from Sunset ‘n’ Gower to Ventura ‘n’ Laurel Canyon, I been around fags all my life, livin’ with they life companions / granted, my Los Angeles antics cause neural aneurism ‘n’ I know you feel me like dope when you slam it / I go thru Santa Ana wearin’ a black ‘n’ white bandana with a Mac-10 with 2 taped banana clips actin’ as an antagonist / my XY chromosomes is like an XY axis with tha supreme verbal acrobatics that’s mathematical / I look beyond tha parameters of you amateurs that got crab word arrangements / my parole gets violated cuz I break every signed stipulation / pass tha MJ so I could get stimulated…

blow up tha spot with he say she say rap clichés / my creed is hate, interbreedin’ with Fate, leavin’ semen drippin’ off your face / in an agreement to disagree, you wanna fuck with real rap? stick with me / ansy-pansy rappers think they MCs, you ain’t no MC / fuck with Science, I’ll attack you with verbal chemistry / floatin’ in a custom cut stolen truck, lightning bolts shot up out into tha clouds, tha cipher turns into a volatile crowd / when God shouts, his voluble styles rouse tha thoughtful ‘n’ pensive with an expensive sentence / your thoughts is baubles, you bobblehead ninjaz / my Aristotle mentis grinches Christmas away from Christians / I’m tha Judaic dissident, cast out to Patmos with exiled privileges, you ninjaz spit a verse that’s kibbles ‘n’ bits / ‘n’ I’m all about tha sniffles ‘n’ clips regardless crystal left my life brittle, ain’t life a bitch?

Science mind scripts tha vicious vintage that opens tha dumb ‘n’ blind 85th percentage / y’all bitches switch positions like Olympian gymnasts, my intellect designed tha sentence pensive / reach out ‘n’ snatch tennis pendants ‘n’ trade it for some opiate derivatives / in how I phrase it, Knolege makes tha present tha greatest time in honeymoon phase grace periods / I’m serious like hatred for Israelis by Syrians, I stay furious while today’s rappers’re all bi-curious / I fuck a chorus from behind, See-Alike similar to Eye Of Horus in a pyramid / my sword slices vocal cords ‘n’ sharp tongue forces abortions of surrogates / there’s no peer to this , imperious impervious ‘n’ impenetrable verbiage that’s splurged from my pen / I dig tha curves of thickened chickens ‘n’ Scientific got a sickness that’s Twisted, to follow tha tenets of authentic lyricism / a true school MC purist, a theologian theorist, a spiritual leader with a iron fist / iron breastplate, my iron sword cuts a ninja’z neck so his head aches, hangin’ off by a inch of flesh / from Newpimps to Marlboro Light cigarettes, I inhale till I get a bronchial infection / ingestin’ questions regardin’ sports teams, question tha morality of morphine injections / Memorex 90 minute mixtape cassette decks gettin’ ejected like me out tha back of tha whip when Hense flipped it / snatchin’ 10 grand Gretzky chains with corporate logos on ‘em, smack a MC ‘n’ stab him in his throat with a sharpened poem…

to be blunt, mics are astounded by my raw talent / you MCs are cunts ‘n’ I’m tha thick white phallus / wildin’ out, tha most pallid / growlin’ ‘n’ howlin’ visible syllables that challenge in italics / I lounge in crowded interiors where it remains clouded by green ounces, hearin’ “Jane’s Addiction” on the sound system / cuttin’ quarter-grams outta pounds with a Laotian chick storin’ my dick in her mouth / change tha scenery / I rock mics vis-à-vis the engineer ‘n’ sycophants, ninjaz that carry 30 G-pack baggies in their baggy pants / ain’t no fags around me wearin’ tight shit, yo kid, this is Science / who tha fuck you thought this was, some ASSHOLE tryin’ to fit in / pack a bowl fat, smoke a cigar with Castro, I’m a catalytic piston of true school MCin’, you fake ninjaz could just rest in pieces…

check tha narrative, hand-written imperilous, imperative, parables that I spit, they’re like spare ribs/ juicy off tha bone, on tha loose-leaf syncopated with tha vocal metronome, I’m a mogul in tha terrordome / I blow spots like coke rocks with hosiery pulled over my knot, robbin’ with tha Glock cocked back / shove tha microphone ‘n’ cause lewd acts / I bruise fame spittin’ over Wu-Tang / I heard you spit, y’all dudes is lame / I got tha game engrained within my brain, you try to tax my syntax ‘n’ ill capital gains / blow you out tha frame / I’m sorry, it just ain’t gonna work out / like O.J. ‘n’ Tawny Katain, I’m more hungry than tha Hunger Games / walk up to your Range ‘n’ start to spray in tha windowpane / as your blood drains, your last phrase is my fuckin’ name / thought cuz you had advance change ‘n’ a corporate name on a chain you was exempted from gettin’ ya wig dented in? all that cream wasted, coulda helped tha youth in organizations for education, leave their minds open to fact authorization / savage ‘n’ crab rappers have had way too long a duration / we need a lyrical rejuvenation / life is like a violent chess match between Christ ‘n’ Satan / I take tha mic ‘n’ stab you where your face is / I’m tha most ever Caucasian, palest of tha flesh, I cause duress ‘n’ splash tha internet with an Intertech ‘n’ you walk away with fiber optic splinters in your head, you inbred hillbilly with tha kissin’ cousin name Fred / at least you kept it in tha family, I seen my skeet up on his hands ‘n’ teeth, whose next? ya Goddamn Grandpappy?

nefarious narratives are narrated, flair my hatred flagrant, barricaded in Satan’s cage it’s / imperative I say shit, nickel-plated statements sever brainstems, I laced the Perrier with / cyanide, iron’s at my side, I splash your derriere, put you in a wheelchair like Ironside / set fire to tha mic with ire in my 3rd eye , Milo’s technique’s pyro, destroy religion with what I wrote, thoughtwaves cold like cryogenics, I flow like cyclones ‘n’ tempests / reptilian to limbic, I’m a cerebral mentalist, ‘n’ my sentences stick to fatty lipids like blunt smoke with coke in it / post-apocalyptic explosion of the ignorant, stick my pen in your throat / ya don’t got a chance to grab tha 4-5th stashed under your coat, check out tha gross weight I throw…

doper than ephedra derivatives, Beretta rhymes get Twisted Scientific / spread plight like raw sex ‘n’ syphilis ‘n’ AIDS mixed / nickel-plated ruckus makes you suck it with your Jay-Z lips, check tha joint, check my cadence / serrated rhythms is colorful like prizm light, tha Rap Khryst follows tha religion of Semites aka ancient Israelites / Cali state sponsored vacation, I pave ways abrasive / forever I’ll stay underground like uranium, take away your payment with tha 4 pound, expatriate in tha Last Days / shut your mouth, I rouse brains with verbal pow-wows, curl up on tha couch, I raze tha fake ‘n’ reign tha mental plane / crazed, slice your throat for ventilation like Protect Ya Neck by tha WU-Tang clique / crews change quick cuz cats chase papes like dragons ‘n’ try to be pop sensations…

flossy ninjaz get accosted ‘n’ robbed quick, truly yo, I’ll show you who tha God
is / I blow tha spot up like Chechnyans in Boston ‘n’ hold tha track hostage with 16 bars of Knolege/ Science come attack tha block with rap that knocks twice cuz I heed the opportunity / my babygirl’ll like tha way it feels cuz I use new maneuvering / my feuds’ll bring death sentences, call it a paragraph / flame thrower rap makes the beat shut down ‘n’ I stab MCs with an a cappella version of tha Last Days / tha David Berkowitz of rap / I hate you so much I’ll shoot up your church in a mask / change my attire, come up actin’ like I give a rat’s ass / still holdin’ tha heavy iron, when tha smoke settles, ya clique is hella soft like rose petals / I’m way past tha threshold, Class 1 Scheduled narcotic thoughts I embezzle, tha permanent Dr. Jekyll…

my verbal experience goes past your punctuation periods, how dare you quasi-lyricists attempt to venture, top of tha pyramids / furious ‘n’ fearless, chuckin’ spears at half-breeded Syrians, my craft’s like Jesus teachin’ Kabbalaic thoughts ‘n’ secrets / it’s Knolege God Science, with a reliance upon tha heavy minded / I’m hella pious, take tha track ‘n’ rewind it 6 times, I live my life for this gritty grimy shit / vocalize my thinkin’ of drinkin’ some cheap wine, greens is on my mind, no seeds ‘n’ no stems, I only blow tha kind / tha kind that brings tha lift ‘n’ separate like bras ‘n’ titties / just cuz I’m cute don’t mean I’m pretty…

no revisions, for I’ve always existed since prior to tha physical Genesis / pencil in the illest sentence like I’m judge jury executioner, spittin’ verbal rounds up out a Buick hearse, doin’ dirt / I’m in a feud with Earth ‘n’ I’m proof positive Death ain’t nothin’ but a flirt / Timberland boots, re-boot Science worth / I’m like a million ‘n’ a half Sicilians with a bad attitude ready to splash, send a ninja on a permanent nap / slashin’ ninjaz Psycho like Anthony Perkins, murderin’ tha track with my verse from tha back, I snatch purse with my fat girth / hell, I do crime backwards, put tha gat back in my pocket, give him back tha cash 1st…

mics is flipped aghast when tracks is immunized, snortin’ lines of crack / when I was 5 I knew that in a former life I’d been Black / tha Rap Yitzhak Rabin, pull tha 45th from under tha mattress ‘n’ start splashin’ MCs / I’m Heavy like Dee indeed ‘n’ joints Run like DMC when they ain’t been twisted right / it’s Twisted Science so bright, I dim tha light provided by solar rays, I splash a ninjaz ass wet like a French bidet / drench ya braids like activator applied, crabs get ate up by dirty minds, read my neck, it’s like 730 rhymes / what’s tha latest craze? brazen, I stay laced like Bitches’ drawers, with my thick sword up in her face…

freebase tha toxins, killin’ pain like naproxen / injest the anti-oxidants, sportin’ iron crosses God / you ain’t no MC, so stop it, put tha mic down before you get shot up like Biggie ‘n’ Pac did / sharper than tha Qur’an or the Tanakh / bitches gawk at me cuz I’m half-attractive with a thick cock / my shit tunnels like vision ‘n clouds, I’m tha 10 horned Beast sportin’ 7 crowns, travellin’ from Heavens to Mergatroid ‘n’ my eye shade resembles turquoise / Science hella reliant upon his visuals like Salma Hayek / I shine like starlight ‘n’ my bars divide jagged down tha middle / ragged bitch, I script ill epistles / born with 16 visceral multiplied by my intellect, tha finesse I bless is unfriskable, I smuggle in nuclear missiles / my sword chop with explosion, I rob with hosiery on my knot ‘n’ speak of ill prophecies…

rap hates me cuz I molested it with my most aggressive stee, more dope than tha Medelline Cartel/ scarved up, I bring ninjaz to hell carved up with bar none thoughts propellin’ out my dart gun / starvin’, I gotta eat, guarded with katanas, garbled up in bulletproof garments, see tha “TS” on tha marquee? acquiesce tha spotlight, I spit verbal weapons of mass destruction that’d leave a ninja cockeyed / ruckus ruffneck, stick a Glock 9 in ya with no lubrication, call it rough sex, I shine like Illuminati / snortin’ Peruvian flake, start singin’ like that bougie ninja Drake, I oughta smack myself in tha fuckin’ face / percussion interrupts discussion with snare ‘n’ bass drum kicks, b-boys is battlin’ while DJ Premier keeps scratchin’, keepin’ tha culture live / heads noddin’ like her-oin addicts, with tha pen of mine, a pre-ordained cipher gets pulverized / carry my corpse in a white hearse, at my burial plot tha pallbearers take turns spittin’ ill spoken-word, always with tha Budsmoke 1st, BDS is sometimes hard to discern / my bars is barbed ‘n’ stay armed like elbows, 357s 4 pounders, Hamlet Othello / Shakespearean experiences, my theory is tha dreariest ‘n’ is expelled in verbal ghettos / text message Gerry, tell him to bring extra shells for tha sawed-offs, yo, you shoulda known not to fuck with tha Gods / 1st handed, look at my scars, I’m hard to kill and go out with a fight, causin’ madd sparks / I seen your kind before, read all tha Laws ‘n’ you’re scared to go to war yo, you don’t even own a sword / here, borrow mine, I see tha fear in your eyes, your life is only borrowed time, so unwind tha coil mechanism on tha 45 / as tha round absconds ‘n’ travels out tha chamber, you hear tha sound of anger / it tastes like 2 shots of vodka distilled out of grain with no chaser, really, you trust them dudes that promised mules ‘n’ 40 acres?

obsessions of Science reflected by how tha rhyme kicks, I get excited, check out how my penis rises like a phoenix into tha skyline with tha ashes behind it / dryhump tha mic, I’m like Christ beyond sight, sippin’ vodka outta iced-out goblets I swiped from Lil Jon / my 3rd eye sets fire with thoughts, I throw semi-auto iron slugs at God / it was written on papyrus by a thug who had extra clips, nickels, dimes ‘n’ dubs in his jaw / ninja came foul, I had to take him down like tha Beast with 7 heads ‘n’ 10 crowns, I like a hoochie brown with tha booty round / pull out tha Uzi, make tha block sound like I’m Lebonese, with full clips I’m squeezin’ / tha cipher’s been beasted, scarin’ tha bejesus outta demons so they scatter, shatter to pieces like Reese’s / I heal greasie’s pussy disease by if I just eat it, fuck discreet, I put my story on tha leaflet / I’m so pekid, change tha vocal motif to black ‘n’ white like zebras, actin’ asinine like Bevis, ‘n’ Butthead / on tha cusp, I got nickel plated cufflinks, bearin’ tha brightness of a sunbeam…

sweat tha small stuff, when I come out tha cuffs ninjaz get struck doing bids like I’m a glutton / shits disgustin’, discussions happen when fools rush in like Gorbechev, my sword cuts off tha heads of Satan by tha 7 / aided ‘n’ abetted by Yahweh in my verbal stimulation, your whole clique is simulated / my words is intimidation, abort after 29 days of gestation / restive, my brain is titanium ‘n’ can’t be destroyed, leaflets is employed, check tha poetic paystub / my nickel plated gleams ‘n’ I hate clubs, leavin’ holes in faces with tray 8 slugs, I change names to mud ‘n’ embrace drumkicks / I chase dragons outta dungeons, round off tha track to tha nearest hundredth, for some life is loveless / grips settle for less ‘n’ grip onto somethin’, when I spit it’s like emptyin’ gun clips / check tha Pentium, 2000 millennium, rinse tha dumb, deaf ‘n’ blind with Knolege, I slaughter ignorance / foster resentment like sentences written on copper scrolls, it’s like hot coals when tha pen scripts…

my verse is worse than infant murders, existence hurts / Twist got words that swerve form like spirals / Milo’s positioned on tha right side of tha True ‘n’ Living God ‘n’ fought with Archangel Michael for tha spot / you Ichabod Crane MCs – wait, I lost tha thought yo / I cause serious migraines ‘n’ periods at tha same instance / I phrase my sentence in a way to express even if my statement is framed outta context, it still is so complex it brings about the onset of tha Messianic God Apocalypse yo, so God bless / honestly, broads wanna touch my nude body crotch to crotch ‘n’ connect anatomically / they sit on top of me, we play sexually explicit games where she’s tha cops ‘n’ I’m in charge of tha hand-to-hand robberies / ain’t no stoppin’ God Cipher Divine, to lie to God is a crime…

lacerate tha leaflet with my sharp pen, I scar sin from tha darkest thoughts of a starvin’ artist, 16 bars harvested / a true school rap star selected natural like Darwin barges in ‘n’ empties out tha cartridge / bullet-riddled MCs join tha dearly departed, my scarlet letters gimme leverage while I enjoy tha malt liquor beverages I chose to vocally address, gimme 2 40s, I start to address rhetorical questions as threats professed / my nickel plated crest’s tattooed on my hairy chest, Science’s thoughts is deeper than flesh / life with me is always duress on tha surface, scratch beneath tha dermatology, solid 18 carat CREAM cash, win tha lottery / mash out, smash clout, twist tha grass, sniff tha glass ‘n’ get as high as tha clouds / I’m tha Christ of sound ‘n’ I imbibe verbal libations, visions of pearl tongues make me wanna practice procreation…

life fluxuates yo, I’m stuck in hate mode, snuffin flakes ‘n’ blowin’ dro, known as Twisted tha Great, venerated / my pen simulates Fate ‘n’ stimulates my recessive traits to dominate tha track with verbal Geronimo Pratt-type actions / I splash Homo sapiens that’s straight AND faggots, with graphics like acid trips / authenticate tha Hip Hop, my Timbs match any ‘n’ all attire / thin as a wire except my dick, my penis sets semon fires / bitch, put it out with your mouth ‘n’ swallow the empire/ I conspire to stand with a slouch ‘n’ put grams in my snout, Scarfacin’ my entire incarceration, guard your face from bars of hatred / pensive, how my nickel plated pen spits ill sentences to pay my physique’s penitence / in tha state penitentiary, my pen bleeds ink, I stay chinky eyed but yo, you better not blink…

from tha foundation of Creation until tha downfall of pagans to tha prodigal reconciliation, there always has, is ‘n’ will be Science, tha God of confinement, so sharp I cut tha fat off you diet MCs / ‘n’ I sheistily Brought Down Society from inside state prison walls ‘n’ overtook tha mic with verbal rohyphenol / I knock you ninjaz out ‘n’ have my way with you, yo, I’m addicted to recreational use/ I’m a 3 strike felony brute ‘n’ keep peanut butter crank on my celery duke / I’d fuck tha hell out Penelope Cruz, keep tha needle in my vein, keep tha needle in tha groove, keep my head well-groomed ‘n’ shaven / nickel plated thoughts, I blow marijuana ‘n’ cough, my head knockin’ to tha syncopation / more warm than incubation, my sword is covered in flames ‘n’ I’ll cut off tha 7 reconnected heads of Satan / thought you was fresh cuz you had dreads yet you’re 1 of tha fakest, thugs get grated for those fake-ass tats on their faces / crab, I’ll stab you with my Moby Dick, change your name to Ahab, I move more keys than custodians…

my point blank thoughts ricochet off shoulder blades, my rage is older than hate, tha soul controller of tha physical plane, automated pistols shot long range pierce brains, I’ll make your ears ache, I create theory of pain / my verbal tyranny squash tha fear in me, that which is ingrained, never use tha God’s name in vain, use my faith tha size of a grain seed, sharper than a laser beam, when I speak Satan is afraid of me / yo, I jostle noggins bro, if you got clips then cock it bro, hand’s on tha Glock ‘n’ I come up out tha pocket bro / discombobulate ya whole steelo with vocal akido, some call it a coco puff while I call a primo…

barrages of clips are kept in tha pocket, bitches taught methodic at Occidental College how to spin tha pole, exotic / pussy cock held hostage by my 3rd optic verse, keep tha bars terse, at Starsearch I pop tha hammer, call me carpenter / disavow tha glamour, I rob amateurs with little standard, bone until her back hurts / XY axis, XY chromosome, I’m a fact blacksmith, splashin’ rap axioms into your domes / chop up a half-gram ‘n’ stick it into your nose, I wanna be sedated like Joey Ramone / in tha material world like Madonna Ciccone, with or without a chaperone I spit tha rawest flawless poem / totin’ fully altered automated toast with a full load ‘n’ 1 ready to go / hella Skalastic with verbal mathematics, my flow is like vanilla extract yo, it’s quite potent / from my colloquial idiomatic expressions, there’s no exception, everybody must get checked in / but just cuz you’re present don’t mean you’ll grasp or understand tha Knolege wisdom, deeper than pigment in tha fleshes…

nickel plated phrases get worked natural like penis insemination, call me Jesus Christ mixed with a little demon inebriation / to equal me you need at least like, 3 different priests of Satan, I blow coke joints with pagan seeds named Damien / sharp like a dual-edged razor blade, make sure you spell Science name right ‘n’ remember yo, I don’t know how to play nicey-nice with tha fake type, MCs get they faces sliced / I’ve embraced tha mic as a scepter, in full regalia / hand on my pale nuts exposin’ my erect genitalia / so far, my attempt on life’s a success cuz death’s a failure, all y’all new finagled cats, respect your elders / you Helen Keller MCs is dumb ‘n’ deaf, I’ll shove my shit in so hard a mushroom head appears on her stomach flesh / you know I love it when she proves her love ‘n’ lets my jizz plummet down her throat cuz that’s tha best…

not guilty verdicts from mock juries caught me by surprise, I’m pure rhyme, tha Hip Hop Sadaam / like a paragon with a verbal pair of Glocks firin’ loose, slugs get “TS” indented on ‘em in tha groove/ so forensics know who did this horrendous act upon tha track, sharper than an axe, ninjaz get hacked / make your heart collapse, I’ll cut your arms in halves, now yo, how tha fuck you gonna jack off? back tha fuck off / I let off ruckus ‘n’ preach destruction like tha Last Days of Time discussion in tha Philadelphia Trumpet ‘n’ how tha U.S. Federal Government’s more corrupted than 33 Degrees / check tha purity furiously repped with in my couplets / I caress leaflets with my ink pen in tha state penitentiary, tweakin’ off ephedrine, tha methamphetamine medicine / reminisce to prior flavors in tha ‘90s, still Science is tha best…

these wise Einstein rhymes discombobulate minds, I copulate time, cop tha tape, listen, press rewind ‘n’ memorize it / precise or paraphrased, on tha mic my irate tirades is like crime pays / my rhyme statement is tha statement that Christ ‘n’ Satan both pray to shrines where images of Twisted Science is painted in the same shade my face is / behold, I was sainted ‘n’ excommunicated to the isle of Patmos / my rap flow is heavy like tha menstruation of fat hoes, pagans are trapped material ‘n’ get clapped immaterial / semi-automatic immaculate concepts get splashed, verbal munitions spit nutrition like milk ‘n’ cereal fortified with B-complex, when I let tha sword fly it’s off with tha God’s head / I floss ‘n’ rep tha Godhead, my Hip Hop is beyond tha fleshes, I King Kong the essence, ‘n’ send rappers thru birth canals ‘n’ adolescence direct to convalescence ‘n’ when they’re old that’s when they’ll confess about how Science molested them / I’m on a higher level of pestilence, plagues, death ‘n’ famine / now whose brain’s been damaged? I’ll attack you ‘n’ your gay companion, my Allies is really Axis / the antithesis of swag rappers, cuz y’all fudgepackers is really thug actors, I send scuds at your man’s verse / flashback to ghettoblasters blastin’ Rakim, subtract tha bad words, rockin’ Timbs, pockets is flimsy / got semis back in tha tenement, turgid sentences ‘n’ witticisms, a David Berkowitz mentalist / bearhuggin’ pens like Gentle Ben, ink leaks onto my Timberlands, like Greeks, I get up into shit / very messy, my hairy chest is a pale blessing, snatch your Lil Wayne Gretzky ‘n’ Joe Pesci you till your neck bleeds / just an MC that’s tryin’ to rekindle MCs ‘n’ bring tha culture back cuz tha balderdash y’all spit ain’t close to rap/ you might as well spin around a pole ‘n’ sell our asshole or play bingo, stay away from the elite yo/ my style’s so dope I’m changin’ my surname to kilo, my ego’s so big it’s got its own superego / you cats’ rhymes is stale like week-old Cheetos, you got a weak soul, my heart’s so cold I show up wearin’ 3 coats / my nose is so froze I bleed coke, my rhymes’ so complex you need to disassemble it like C3PO / Spun Fernando Valley tally ho in a Land Rove with Christian Brando ‘n’ twin calicos / your hoodrats dine cans of Alpo ‘n’ got forked hooves like swine, it takes 10 to equal a dime / realize Science is tha God of rhyme, rap gets sodomized when I grab tha mic ‘n’ Jeffrey Dahmer you in tha mind / don’t toy with Khryst the Annoynted, pistol by tha groin shit, I deploy middle fingers like coitus…

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natural select, intellect, my pen’s a tech, cats is splashable, gats is packable, I’ll put 1 in ya neck / my threat’s infallible / palpable to tha taste that’s incalculable, kowtow to tha greatest, ingracious, you better say thanks for verbal enslavement / I bash brains on the embankment, any negative steez, you know I trained it / I’m tha messiah messianic ex-Christian dissident expatriate spittin’ pensive venerated sentences / infuriated, stewin’ in my juices in tha protective chrysalis I’ve created, tha God’s a nuisance / I’m so estudious, snortin’ cocaine by the 8th with Peruvians, bitches is Venusian ‘n’ I’m from Mars / my bars is barbed, hardcore, I carve certain parts for war, 16s is sculpted like all praise for vulvas / I preach my verse from a pulpit, for what it’s worth ‘n’ it’s worth tha spoken word which is priceless like a 46 carat diamond / flippant, shrewd ‘n’ debonair, I cut off tha remainder of tha 7 heads ‘n’ tie ’em all together by their hair / I keep my business square like as if I never inhaled ‘n’ kept tha weed nugget on tha scale…

check tha joint that makes crabs require cardio pulmonary resuscitation, my voice leaves tracks flamin’ like tha flesh of Satan / my eclectic taste displays an array of information gathered like moss on stones rollin’ / parole impulsive quickly on tha road to get doped up like Lamar Odom, find a chunky butt hoe ‘n’ have her empty my scrotum / mix my XY chromosome status like grenadine, statistically Trojans impede / make sure to roast it if you got beef, I stay spun like rotisseries / emptyin’ gun clips by tha 16 ‘n’ sendin’ kids to meet tha grim reaper, I spit like streetsweepers…

rakimkoolgrapwutang said "is this basicly the thread for who can say he most amount of nothing with the gr8est amount of rhyming words", just spoutin' words like angry bird shit bullets improper like 2/3'rds. so ignorant his DNA is cancerous hazardous like swine flu case scientifically untrue, what you know about rocket science? it's a science hip-hop defiance like a slayer reigning blood noncompliance. got a collection of Philip k dick books read 'em with no hooks, schizophrenic crazy maybe lyrically lazy like my momma ugly in the dark with good looks. fuck crooks cause i'm Krooked like gonzo art, called steven hawking's for a reference he sent me a 74 page body chart. so complex body smart should have went to yale or then again maybe brown, closed eyes like wise guys great fella's golden scroll shakespeare lion when i'm flying Detroit 20 touch down.

jaunty, I flaunt promising hypotheses like Socrates ‘n’ Aristotle philosophies though I’m not a Greek/ cockamamie MCs crumble like hopes ‘n’ dreams, my poetry burns holes like steam, I attack rap like black widows at Sochi / tha coke in me’s a coping mechanism, my pessimism’s a manifestation of my brain damage / I hold brains captive ‘n’ paint labyrinths on tha mental canvas with words that I brandish / establish that I’m a rap abbot on lined tables, it’s outlandish how I avidly do tha math with no abacus / lampin’ splashin’ automatic weaponry, blaze tracks like effigies, I hear fine but ain’t nobody def as me…

it’s preposterous how my heavy thoughts could cockblock Nicki Minaj, bevies of my thoughts floss anonymous / my katana’s got clips ‘n’ throats get slit, I line script like epistles to Thessalonians by false apostles who didn’t know tha kid / poems quoted, from Riker’s Island to Folsom, I battle Fate that’s been bestowed upon me / Science nets tha grossest ‘n’ O.G. James Bond is Sean Connery / check my ill king fu style yo, you dishonor me / Milo’s vocal impressionism, high resolution 18 carat, blow a square, I’m cursed by pessimism that’s a realist form of viewpoints / all ado to tha voice of reason, I splash dukes with heavy toys / semi-auto, blow a Optimo boppin’ my head to tha boom-bap, sendin’ MCs to funerals ‘n’ caskets / ear to ear, they get they throats gashed, cases get closed like calculators ‘n’ math…