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gorge Steven Hawking’s mentality / with tha lyrical force to have him up ‘n’ play fiddles on roof tops/ tha European Musa / call me tha 6th Deadly Venom / Eddie Brock / Beatles claimed better than God / Jean-Claude ‘em to tha Bottomnless Abyss / tha Most Verbose Iron Fist / I cripple kids ‘n’ close their eyelids quick / Twisted Science / katana knives slicen minds / rise higher than zeniths/ don’t like tha atmosphere / or tha statasphere? / get off tha planet then / off on tangents in my diatribes / I’m double-extra large / y’all fags is bite-size / my repertoire / rap bible lacks titles/ yet still stifles rivals…
life’s hell / fuck jail cells / propel wicked spells from tha top of tha Citadel / read what I felt like Braille / paparazzi got me / nazi / kamikaze / a verbal jihad / pictures glossy printed of nude broads/ classy / don’t ask me / robbery’s on my rap sheet / give up tha CREAM / before tha gat claps gee / intricate tapestries unwinded / I’m tougher than Tyson in his prime times six / sick shit / you’ll leave tha cypher iller than Ryan White dien from AIDS complications / with indentations on your face bitch / I got steel toed Timbs with spinnen rims on tha heel…
I spit verses / that split skirts of virgins / fuck what you’re concerned with / emerge to tha surface ‘n’ start robben wearen a kerchief / snatch purses / Twist mix vodka ‘n’ burboun / curses blurted / vision blurred / which idol do you worship ‘n’ serve / stupid ass Americans / I’m so arrogant / perilous carols is coersed / 1st things 1st / tha Gods on Earth / blaze herbage / what tha purpose / y’alls allergic to lyrics / grab a hold of tha Holy Spirit / flash the appearance like mirrors / I giva fuck/ spit past tha interference / tha Most Egotistical / but for good reason / seasons change / yet/ I’m always different…
yo my hat’s tilted, Olympian thoughts thrown like a discus, I smash dishes ‘n’ pull brains outta noses like Egyptian schemes in pyramids / Milo’s imperious ‘n’ imperilous, garrulous, I spit verbal arrows at ninjaz in Paris / I rob tha rich like Errol Flynn, wearin’ a pair of Timbs carryin’ a wheelbarrow of clips/ various variants point to you tryin’ to spit, tha shit’s hilarious, I make CREAM from pies like Bavarians / splash rap with antiswagger like aquariums, photograph crack smuggled / my rap/s muzzled, crabs is puzzled, my nut busts ‘n’ you fags guzzle it by tha bucket, I gut you like a Dutch ‘n’ your chains better be tucked in, my brain bounce tangents like tha titties jumpin’ around on Kate Upton / you ain’t no MC yo, my full grown hatred laces you lil lame embryos like full blown AIDS hoes / puree flow ‘n’ engrave your names on gravestone, my faith in Fate is as great as a grain grown with no rain in a European cave ‘n’ I was trained by Navy SEALS ‘n’ Green Berets, you got no skill, your videos just have T ’n’ A…
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dragons chase me, foamin’ at tha grill like I got rabies, I splash gasoline on flame tracks like I’m crazy / true rap addicts crave me like alcohol content, that’s my job yo, to get tha Gods bent / provoke deep thoughts like Harvard, Yale ‘n’ Occidental colleges, waste potential Knolege by way of coke bindles / goad ignor-amous dolts with mental hands grippin’ their throats, I sniff a half-gram up either side of my nose / Milo’s a vocal pyro, my vocation’s to reap what I sow, that’s why I serve time yo / I hold gripe with those that flow tripe, I blow 9s ‘n’ throw rhymes that eat thru you hoes’ minds while you sleepin’ / tha plural epidural God Cipher Divinest Science imbibes cliques irately with rhyme tirades / pronounce fake rap teams dead on tha scene, heads leak like rounds puncture when my mouth’s uncovered…
cease ‘n’ desist, you ain’t no MC, I cleave kids whether battle or deep shit, y’all rat ‘n’ tattle like Jesus by Judas, 30 silver pieces, MCs deplete by 13 from tha nickel gleam intrusion / you leak fluids, blood streams outta thug teams when they step to tha verbally abusive Jewish kid / my mind’s sound ‘n’ lucid with flagrant hubris, you MCs spit like Dr. Seuss did / I exude Hip Hop while your clique is pop, tighten tha slip knot, see Science with his Timbs on / grim thoughts exist in tha noggin, tha Gawd Bawdy Knolege ain’t cooperative, combative like savages that’s barbarous / thoughts is harvested like souls on opposite poles, I’ma be 44 years old when I parole / you rap foals need to know I’m tha true rap king like Nat Cole, brain sharper than Xactos / your lame-ass is like Jay-Z from Jaz-O, I grab pens ‘n’ craft flows, my steez is coated up in thick hoes’ noses corrosively, I throw manifiqueness attractive like Black bitches ‘n’ Puerto Ricans…
ducks get hunted for ropes ‘n’ chains gained from fame that’s been misappropriated, even ghosts get taken / not by ravens, I think Momdukes mated with Satan, ostentatious ‘n’ sagacious / featherweight cliques get 8 from tha clip, the other 8 expend from between my lips when I spit / cook up lyrics, MCs leave blood on my apron drippin’ down onto my Timberlands, hunt ‘em down like venison / my thoughts is Pentium, flash back to vintage last millennium, you kids is minimum / I fuck chickens with tha biggest rumps, thick in tha thighs with augmented tah-tahs, Boricuas ‘n’ Dominicanas / I wear camouflage, rob you for your Sean John, I’ll put a hole in your knot God / these psalms is the opposite of PEACE God, MCs is under siege when I speak ‘n’ leave ‘em bleedin’ from tha side like Christ Jesus / my eyes is tha greenest minus tha yellow, it’s Science God / Twist tha rhyme deep like Olde English ‘n’ Othello, ingenious thoughts ring like bell tones / I brought violence over violins ‘n’ cellos, God Bodies die when tha shell blows, lose your arm below the elbow / cremate your flow cuz you suck like nuts ‘n’ hoes / upload tha roughest rough draft that assassinates crabs like JFK, treat your boo like Jackie Onassis ‘n’ let her hold your brain fragments / I’m Supreme like Mathematics, piss on your team’s cabbage like a latrine until my name’s established/ rob tha game single-handed with strongarm rap, y’all wear thongs under your skinny pants / contact visit me in prison, you’ll get stabbed, you thought about signin’ me, read this then you thought “kill that”…
to equal me you need to eat like, 33 gees of creatine, burn you in effigy, both my heads is super like 2 Karrine Steffans / show up to tha booth with 10 Rugers, to understand my esoteric flow you need 10 tutors / so much blow I got 10 tooters, sever tha mic like umbilical cords, nets ‘n’ Hoosiers/ exuberant like wet hooters under a Wu shirt, beggars is choosers, Knolege Born in a college dorm, I call this verbal porn / vocal cords get torn out for sport, I send ninjas quick on tha morgue route like a 4 pound / add distortion to tha chorus, my core sound is spoken-word, I blow the Earth cuz 2/3s of y’all is poseurs / my verses is more fat than the old Al Roker, yours is ass like foul odors from gastro intestinal infection congestion / I’m destined to be named 1 of tha best at this aggression, I contested my exodus back to the essence…
chase tha rap dragon with a 16 bar a day habit, flyaway like Lenny Kravitz, with Milo’s name tatted above your gluteus maximus, earn my wages on a higher tax bracket than you savages / accurate or inaccurate, I smash your swagger clique quick like my fat dick splashes ejaculate / it’s traumatic how I damage cabbages, you wack MCs it seems are masochistic, nickel-gleam pointed poignant / snatch tha CREAM, singular collaborative, your rap team hands me G-notes ‘n’ kilos, my poems are muy frio / flood tha scene with dirt like torpedoes, scud missile epistles are visceral, my ink brush sizzles / flush mystical like 33 symbols, in tha grand scheme my rap’s hard ‘n’ yours’ soft like Pantene / conditioned to rap absentee, emphatic on scholastic idiomatic grammatics when I breathe…
keep your 3rd eye open, vocal tone spoke copious, throats get slit by tha wit I wrote / bitch, you can’t grasp tha flow, flaccid I’m still hard, grab tha sex packet, hoes love God ‘n’ get tha name carved right next to their favorite bars, I remain scarved ‘n’ in an iron cage contains my heart / parvenu rappers get menage’d by accountants ‘n’ from true ciphers they get ousted / clean your triple optic contacts, Bausch ‘n’ Lomb thoughts reverse Pyrexes ‘n’ bring raw back / tha God of Rap slaps tracks for free, cats heard me, tha ruffneck rough draft assassin claps at these haphazard half-ass ignor-amuses, let ‘em do a bid with me, they’ll get stabbed in line for their packages / acupuncture accurate, remember how I hold all of rap captive ‘n’ implant authentic word formations in how tha God meant it vintage, my wisdom 6th sense it, my rhyme’s hella thick like Serena with tha tennis, aleve my addiction when I sniff it, more rugged than a pair of Timberlands…
I rush in foreign discussions turbulent, swords is verses, Science flips 3rd person, 2nd to 1st / etch Knolege in fleshes, composite sketches of rappers held captive without flak jackets get clapped by axiomatic facts, nickel-plated terminology gets scarfed like collard greens / doper flow than Oxycodeine, smoke peyote with Cochise, cocky with rosie palms / Gawd Bawdy broke tha steerin’ column on you false idolic ninjaz’ noggens / y’all wish you could spit like Knolege Gawd did but y’all lay back, gargle ‘n’ swallow it, with your wack Maybach Maserati shit / Caucasus Ashkenazi, tha Asiatic Gods taught me / posses is all up on feelin’s snortin’ molly ‘n’ poppin’ poppy derivatives / your Hip Hop is all fiction, can’t relate like Autistics, you MCs is like Ken dolls with a no dick condition / my flow ejaculates like gonad friction, catch my prose like prophylactic prevention…
high like nighttime vultures, words shape like ice sculptures, fuck 5 mics, your hype is dullard / prices rise beyond tha skies past tha stratosphere, put my name upon tha atlas cavalier / gats splashed when tha crab grabbed for tha package of crack stashed, you know what I amphetamine? he bled all over me, left him open like a ovary, bitch ninja, stay where you supposed to be / cloaked behind a oak tree, I make a body float like souls, bulletholes go thru abdomens ‘n’ obliques / rhyme dope that make your nose bleed, smoke a grove of trees, I’m tha mic Keyser Söze …
joints get hoisted boisterous when voices is exploited like prostitute vaginas ‘n’ coitus / Science, tha Rap Khryst anoints tracks ‘n’ avoids wackness, hear my rasp get Freudian on your crazy asses/ your fake swag shit is all psychosomatic, I flame pyromaniac vocalized tangents / flamboyant ‘n’ glamorous, poetic pamphlets is branded like TS on your hand ‘n’ I bless tha frequency megahertz bandwidth, Los Angeles, tha land where we prevent the arrival of the ambulance / tag Milo’s name backwards with a spray can ‘n’ tha lame cave in to the Mac-10…
hatred’s resonated flagrant, slangin’ flake shit, Blacks ‘n’ Caucasians, my rap patrons stay tenacious to understand tha Science God’s sayin’, lauded flagrant as tha soul controller of rap nickel-plated / fickle pagans get 9 millimeter missiles sent point blank to their faces / if they survive tha rhyme they become hospice patients, Wu-Tang joints stay all over my iPod compilations / 45th Glocks complicate situations, my sword scripts compositions vicious / ice grill’s in every picture I’ve ever been in, I hope tha mic’s got a will cuz I spit venomous / I stay retro in camouflage fatigues ‘n’ Timberlands, 40s of Olde English ‘n’ nose stimulants / vengeance is written, my syntax stays untaxable like O.J. Simpson’s football pension…
I ruck with OJ’s missing glove on, covet this style busted, my crooked smile cause mild concussions/ projectile memories of brushes with Death, pull triggers ‘n’ fire as tha pillow muffles your last breath / spread you pussies like crabs’ legs, only reason your bitch-ass tha boss cuz you department of corrections alumnus / my mentality’s freedom, equality ‘n’ justice, verbal sustenance, I piss on MCs that got clubs hits, fuck tha monetary fundage, I do this for tha destructive fun of it/ I cloud minds on cloud 9 like blunts laced with dust shit, expose you gay rappers like your fairy-ass forgot to tuck it in securely, tha verbose Copernicus travels thru tha universe throwin’ vocal ad-ver-tis-ments / I just put a clip in tha German 45th, aim it at tha top rap serviceman ‘n’ take off his chin…
anecdotes is crimin-al, words so violent they leave a splint on my mouth, stay connected like unibrows / true grit mutes tha sounds from pounds, bound ‘n’ gag tha verse to show tha crowd who’s tha God now / such royalty, I talk down to you peons, my 3rd optic’s only knockin’ real Hip Hop that’s retroactive beyond y’all faggots, spazzin’, chasin’ oily dragons down foil folded in half ‘n’/ lit propane, situation gets hairy like Rogaine, schemin’ big butted berries at Motel 6 with some cocaine, come closer, let tha toast explain that Milo ain’t playin’ / use a cleaver ‘n’ a apron, stay in tha lab with beakers ‘n’ ravens, a tweaker since ’93, snort the abrasive / cut, post ‘n’ past it after tha God scripted it at Folsom where Satan holds him in a Cali state sponsored vacation / tha brain within my mainframe’s tha cure for all that lame shit that radio’s propagatin’ as rap / your shit is flavorless, odorless, you skaters is poseurs, you corporation crabs…
fascinate tha track with rap that captivates crabs like oceanic lobster traps, proceed if you’re into gettin’ slapped or gettin’ stabbed / my pen is crack before you add bakin’ soda, still it’s labeled yola/ traded Motorolas for what goes up my nose, la Cosa Nostra, la vida loca / droves post totin’ nickel-gleams aimed at tha throats of enemies, intensely’s how negative emotions breed / gloat cuz I’m thick as 6 oak trees, lookin’ for ass that’s bloated like Romans in Nairobi, fuck it, I’m after hoes that got ass that’s labeled obese / my chrome toast beams appropriately, snatch your teams proceeds, no CREAM? then I make it so you don’t breathe / send you to burial grounds like Cochise or tha Hopi Indians OD’d on codeine…
yo this wit’s priceless like crystalized ice in a expedited crisis yo, you can’t find this like Angel of Death to Christ’s hidin’ spot, synchronize tha God’s watch over tha lowly / I gloat over poached beats ‘n’ you ninjaz ain’t got nothin’ to stand on like I cut off both your feet / I ain’t tha Creator, but none’s as close as me, hear God flow, grab tha rosaries for protection / vocal threats pierce thru you hoe’s solar plexus, snort this dope I wrote till both your noses’ congested / contested levels of evidence fought against Science iron sword swing / Hip Hop excretes from my vocal cords, mental billionaire if every thought was worth a penny / I’m into psychodelics like hippies, anything that could lift me, antiswag ‘n’ antigravity / tha Rap King, beast tha East ‘n’ bless tha West, refrain the ignorance of Mason-Dixon / wicked brain weight is my 6, yet Positive Energy Activates constant Elation…
feel tha izm, this is realism, my shield is rhythm ‘n’ my zeal consists of SP-12 boom-bips / it’s a fluke when you crews spit, make you run like woola spliffs, my food is wit ‘n’ I eat hefty / make your crest bleed authentic, you balk pitchin’, Gawd been since tha beginning of existence / Death kissed me on tha lips with his hand on my dick, nuts slappin’ on his chin / ruckus tabernacles form within / my sword’s tha pen ‘n’ my rap’ll catch you slippin’ for your corporate sins / I spit verse, real MCs don’t need choruses, I refrain you Porky Pigs on tha plane physical, came all over your mental direct ‘n’ peripheral / keep my brain in folded bindles by tha quarter-gram while you read my shit off Kindles / articulate ample ‘n’ intimidate rap samples from Angeles to the Apple, Castlevania compatible, keep my name in capitals…
merge in 3rd like Thurston Howell or where tha placement of the Earth is, fully aware of what I’m learnin’ / taught to tha dumb ‘n’ blind, rummage ruckus, pumice tha mind with loveless thuggish rhymes / you covet mine like wifey, grimey 45s show who’s a Pisces, literal criminal crimey since tha 1990’s / reverse timelines, Science makes mics bleed like vaginas ‘n’ PMS / call EMS, my neurotransmissions is preset, Hip Hopper from feet to head / my creed is threats / skeet all over your flesh, tell her to get implants underneath tha pecks / snort meth off Cubana Lust’s neck, katana pierce your breastplate, search for nirvana ends when I caress hate, aggression resonates when Science texts on your face with a dual-edged razor blade…
flippin’ wild, rewind tha tape deck / I prestidigitate Fate to intimidate every fake sect / I am the apex ‘n’ what I display sprays like 8 Techs / I drape shit on you assholes like this was gay sex / I marinate these serrated 12 gauge phrases that’s serenaded ‘n’ break through barricades stated in archaic Aramaic which is outdated / I flex abrasive on tha mic while you attempt to impress your wife with a fist fight / I’ll pay 3 dimes to a smoker to smoke ya / it’s ultra violence I devote most of my time with / yo, when I spoke, I make these bitches vaginas piss / I got tha Science that’s Twisted, astral travellin’ with Incans, Mayans ‘n’ Egyptians from tha temples to tha pyramids / worshipped by Sumerians ‘n’ Syrians / I’m a true lyricist / versus me, you’ll crumble like arranged Arab marriages / spot me, keep your thoughts on me / load tha shottie with 32 bars that’s charismatic scholastic faculties of highest regard / Science is free regardless of iron bars / behold, tha scars bestowed upon Milo’s heart / you ever sparred with a demon in tha pale moonlight? It’s like tha dyke burst / splash your mind with a hype verse like tha mic circumvented the amp / catch tha megahertz / those that choose is never beggars / which coast is you ? I bless tha Western ‘n’ reflect intellect / infrared lyrics that’s never seen yet’s always heard / keep my distance from those that “Jerk” / tha hard-headed never learn / once court’s adjourned, I snatch purse / if it’s a black hearse or I’m cremated, laymen better heed my word that’s turgid / dinosaurs roared tha Earth when I 1st went berserk ‘n’ devised this holysermon / wearin’ a kerchief for thoughts that rob you for what you work for / call this a term war / strangle opponents with tha mic cord…
dispense these hits from clips, MCs is notches on tha 4-5th, thoughts get deep like I’m tha lord of this / vocal portraits get exported, any pen ‘n’ pad, I scorch them like twisted forests get torched / extort tha chorus ‘n’ force it to fork over its lunch money, surrounded by pigs but I refrain from pork dunnie / you cunts get torn like childbirth, coke’s in me like Richard Pryor ‘n’ Gene Wilder / a mic fiend, my mind gleams like golden teeth, from tha scrolls I read Hip Hop archeology hieroglyphs, pyro spliffs ‘n’ Milo spits in any environment…
Blunted Stanzas are crammed with patents ‘n’ copywrites, bodyslam 16, when tha beat knocks, you know my Hip Hop is right, I walk with Christ on tha shore ‘n’ carry Him during hard times / furious bars ‘n’ rhymes materialize, doper than shards in dimes, immaculate concepts arise higher than ethereal constellations ‘n’ leave ignoramuses in consternation / opaque statements are my representation, keep oxes by my gums ‘n’ like box flaps, cats get cut / full metal jacket rap gets discussed, stick my pen up in your fish guts / I heard you spit ‘n’ your mediocrity leaves my ears with a foul taste, I’m tryin’ to refrain from salivatin’ / ain’t no MC spit like this Caucasian ‘n’ I do this outta love, not for payment…
cooped up, I massage medulla oblongatas with Mahatma Kama Sutra mantras, ill conduct like Reagan ‘n’ the Iranian contras, just ponder this atomic sonnet I vomit, authorin’ novels like Kurt Vonnegut / my verses are novel, you’re wack shit coddles, I attack swagger full throttle / gag tha verse ‘n’ fuck it from tha back like a brothel, you wack crabs defeatin’ me is possible yet it ain’t probable / incomparable thoughts are prodigal like inaugural frost on tha 3rd optical / chase tha dragon down tha foil folded, anecdotals shine like opals hangin’ on pendants, tha toast’ll put a hole in your wig quick ‘n’ end your physical existence, your entire persona had no premise so I ended it / descended transcendent past you nitwits with my synaptic neurotransmissions, so what you talkin’ bout Willis?
make a ninja ghost status in throat slashin’ mode, your rap is camel toe, I collateral damage those with average flows / I pose immaculate prose that attacks foes like Montagues ‘n’ Capulets when I grab tha pen / trapped in tha pen, combative to the conformitory state that I’m physically trapped in / form a story how grenade shrapnel adorns me, I wanna be sedated so ill, I require a quarantine/ I’m tha Gawd eternal, you can’t orphan me, your vertical smile gets fucked, I touch your cervix ‘n’ your ovaries with stern vocals, even in Sheol I burn coal, Mexican, Asiatic or Creole…
phrase words like razors, flaky cake baker, jump in leather face 1st, create pure hate for your lame verse / piranha tooth ‘n’ katana music, line up rhymes ‘n’ snoot it, exclusive, refuse cliques ‘n’ stay Jewish / pave ways intrusive, barge in with words that cut tha chorus, claim rank like armpits, shove my sword up in your orifice / go back to origins from omega genesis, flip you betas out my alpha tenement / spark bars that break arm ‘n’ leg ligaments, carve 730 on your neck, fuck success, existence is a figment / cover your wig with a fig, copywritten Science gets spit off leaflets, 9 millimeter Mona Lisas / check tha smirk, bless tha verse like Jesus questioned tha Pharisees at 13 ‘n’ shit / bruise kids with Science hubris, die hard like Bruce Willis, remove fronts like gold tooth fillins…
I practice tha mystic arts that’s dark ‘n’ handcrafted, verbally aggressive ‘n’ majestic / can’t cleanse my ethics that’s etched in, tha pen is grafted to my hand, I’m epic flame, your clique is tepid septic / shinin’ like a bitch’s necklace, but I’m rugged like Timberlands caressed with sandpaper / diagnosed dually, it’s like PEACE God with tha patchouli, my prognosis, is that I ghost kids / corrosive sentences get imprinted in tha mentis with explicitly written death certificates that threaten you simpletons / genetic codes is rewrote, iron fisted Twisted wearin’ a iron coat, pirate tha mic from you dolts, my mind’s a 45 caliber Colt, pay your tithes to Gawd Science / burn tha coal with my sky tinged irises, you MCs need anal podiatrists to get my size 9 Timbs out your assholes...
attack you from within, God’s within, tha Hip Hop Holocaust Apocalypse burns all y’all like sin / Caucasus Gawd Bawdy intoxicates hate, nickel-plated thoughts throws OxyCotin at your face / y’all start noddin’ like that hair-on shit, Science, tha despotic paragon terrorist / cherish existence until tha physique perishes, you’re petite personas get burned at tha stake like heretics / caught the ignorant with tha verbal lariat, my verse carries weight ‘n’ variants of dope derivatives / throat slitter, poem spitter, nose snorter of tha ghost order / Blest Coast MC 16 bar torturer, touch thought, touch hordes of nerves / dual bladed swords carve my nomenclature in glaciers, mainframe stays elevated like aviators / stuck in Satan’s cage, I lay ruckus in brains with verbal AK sprayin’ / Hip Hop of tha greatest rap persuasion, vaccinated against naysayers with fake words / fuck a rap craze yo, this is a rap trade, acclimate to how I activate phrases to slap you in tha fuckin’ face, gut MCs like Dutches, brush with Fate, this a brush with hatred…
Gawd massages noggens with thoughts that cut off oxygen like Glock shots, I rob my own accomplices / blunted, my stanzas release grunge shit that stunts cliques like emptied gun clips / funds get misappropriated, take it back to Mason-Dixon, Satan ‘n’ Nixon / I smoke weed ‘n’ womanize like William Clinton, tha rap game’s filled with millions of bitches / I’ve been conditioned to spit tha rawness, mystic like Egyptian Gods is , I sleep in Transylvanian coffins / Pyrex pots rock up my thoughts, exhale tha marijuana exhaust, katana chops lop off extremities / cancerous AIDS patients ain’t as sick as me, doper than methamphetamine mixed with heroin / when tha needle barrows in, rap fiends feel relief, spread Knolege as tha main system of beliefs…
expedite these parables from my oracle, Iris tha Terrible cherishes crimewaves cuz Crime Pays Everything Around ME / snort a ounce of amphetamine ‘n’ remain drowsy, Ks spray when my mouth bleeds rivulets /citizens get injured when my temper’s lit like molotovs, kick JayZ ‘n’ Kanye off their throne cuz Science poses threat, controllin’ vocal drones sendin’ poems that’s tone deaf so fresh / I’d attack EM if I had to, spillin’ Ragu Out his chest when Gawd stabs duke in tha breastplate / thoughts belong in a septic tank like grimy breakbeats dug out tha crates / curate pure hate perma-nate that permeates into veins by way of the airways ‘n’ closes tracheas esophagus / clogged nostrils from too much coke snuffed, poke holes in homeboys throat, it’s time to close your eyelids ‘n’ let your soul float up, Knolege Gawd stays flame like Satan’s angels, Lost Angels / tha God’s job is to scoff man’s laws ‘n’ cause pain to lamebrains, spit Knolege of tha mental plane / point it out like Herve Villechaiz, poignant voiceprint gets insured by Lloyd’s of London like J.lo’s butt did / gushes flood when my tongue licks ‘n’ I remain thrustin’ long after I busted / call me Miloco cuz I’m double nutted, travel astrally fuckin’ Victoria Angel sluts / tie their wrists ‘n’ grip their ankles, flip it ‘n’ smack Tyra Banks’ ass till it turns purple, orgy Mila Kunis ‘n’ Topanga from Boy Meets World, goys ‘n’ shicksas, Earths ‘n’ devout Muslims, I’ll fuck Hindus ‘n’ atheists cuz every type got a tasty clit, Science dick thick like 6 Ginsus / what I script y’all should chop ‘n’ sniff, dopamine endorphins get snarkled, mixed with oxygen, Gawd Bawdy Knolege accosts tha populous ‘n’ really gives a Goddamn what you thought of him, carryin’ pics of Twist in tha golden locket in your shirt
pocket / Milo gives you tha gasface like Serch ‘n’ Pete Nice, lost, dumb, deaf ‘n’ blind cuz like your fake chain, you think Jesus Christ flesh was White / turn out tha light ‘n’ say Science name 3 times, I’ll still be in tha pen but your verbal virginity’ll get swiped / 6 ounces yet Science astounds for Knowledge ‘n’ Wisdom, Understand my thoughts is kinky but my bodies’ follicles stay straight / philosophies can’t break like XY double helix, send this vicious dart directed at you fake rapper’s solar-plexus ‘n’ Twist’s rhymes’ll leave your fleshes infected with bumps / speed up your b.p.m.’s, you should flee when hear me approach cuz you’d get thrown out tha cipher for your suspect lyric / blunts ‘n’ meth make a featured appearance, eat words then regurgitate ‘n’ purge a long-ass verse/ thoughts revolve counter-clockwise like tha 3rd planet, physically Caucasoid but I was taught by the Asiatics / traumatic scholastics get drafted ‘n’ my ill idiomatic syntax damages Hewlett Packards / undisputed, Knolege Gawd Science al-Sayyid is tha rap master, Ibrahim Ishmael Jacob God ‘n’ Asher, pure rap, add an “E”, I rape mixtape cassettes ‘n’ CDs / Wayne wishes he could be me, fake-ass ninja sayin’ he hates NYC yo / but that’s where he stole his steez from, ‘n’ also, that’s where tha game started at, I sneeze harder bars than his crab-ass / he spits sentences while Science serves ‘em, go find sanctuary in a Catholic church / sorta like priests tryin’ to keep their gay emotions under wraps, but their out attackin’ innocent children, their scandals remainin’ hidden by archdiocese, all them bastards already got tha Mark of tha Beast on their hands / snort 6 sextillion grams ‘n’ join tha spirits, void your cheery shit flamboyant / raid your camp via noises, lookin’ at your girlfriend cuz she got a hella chunky-chunk ‘n’ she double-jointed plus she ain’t got a gag reflex, tha God might holler at her homegirl cuz she got jet Black flesh, just tell her I’m long enough to touch her tonsils ‘n’ I’m a cunning linguist / tha most pekid Rap Geezus, Hip Hop MCs deplete arenas when word of mouth, tha Words of G-O-D feed thru tha speakers / I carry ink crosses in Jerusalem ‘n’ my caustic thoughts get buried with tha God,Twisted Science rises in 3 days like Easter, I got many scars believe me, flesh wounds on wigs is bleeders / believe me, test Science like Petri dishes ‘n’ placebos in control groups, souls is blunted ‘n’ I’m holdin’ tha biscuit loaded with rap’s inoculation, just go back ‘n’ crystalize tha rhyme so you could sniff it / energize tha holy minded with verses, I curse tha evil ‘n’ wicked with diabetes insipidus / while the idiotic insipid transmutate into demonic creatures, call on the androgynous angelic fleet / I beat words like snares ‘n’ bass, skeet up in your hair ‘n’ cake it on your face / praises to al-Sayyid, tha greatest MC since R-Z-A, bars get charred, fuck tha charts / if I need CREAM, gimme tha scarve cuz Gawd ain’t scared of another charge, yo – I stay starved…
when God bless, these thoughts flex complex like Chinese characters in bronze text, send MCs to convalescence / destined to leave a capital “M” on the essence, I spit pen to paper ‘n’ your ears get molested / pineal calcified like pectin, hang you with your own intestines, witness my ascent / from my Timbs to my noggen, I represent Knolege, olive branches get snapped, rampantly tangents is splashed from tha thought graduate, Gods broaden tha bandwidth with solvent rap that solves contaminants / call the ambulance, MCs jet like guns clappin’, just imagine that my passion is crumb snatchin’ / candidly I brandish verbal snacks like finger sandwiches, reverbs reversed, student becomes tha teacher / send you to Cedar Sinai with my cyanide rhymes, I’m heavyweight ‘n’ you’re diet time…
hellbent on bein’ hellsent yet hell does not exist, tha mentally frail get pissed at my intelligence / compelled to spit how I excel in existence, lift tha veil heavyweight like digital scales ‘n’ 4 pound biscuits / sword tha sound, it drips rivulets, vocal cords is slit by my sentences / sentenced to 16 bars scarved with tha ill way I spit it / I double dribble what I’m scribblin’, attentive even with attention deficit, my expletives leave you shook like epileptics / flowin’ like brooks gushin’, elusive, a thought student, grams of Peruvian I snoot till reality’s loosened, MCs want me to join their crews so I could school them / rap academics exceed past capacities of average MCs’ laboratories’ sorry-ass productions / corruption erupts outta heated discussions regarding post ashes to dust shit / throats get cut quick, toasts bust ruckus with thug ruffians, fake ninjaz couldn’t stomach this/ couplets cause disruption, brushes with Death, I survive with styles that’s coveted / 3 Mile Isle steez, radioactive, attack tha radio sporadic, splash kids like Crispus Attucks / gestures raise conjectures of fine textures, burn your flesh with David Koresh words…
double-murder tha track ‘n’ rhyme, maximize how I max crime like I got a axe to grind / grab her ass from behind, capsize how you approach tha wax with those facsimiles / Milo’s math attacks infinite infamy, heat increases with intensity, bitch ninjaz fuck up tha game preemptively / I’m lookin’ for a White bitch that looks like Coco ‘n’ Kimberly, plus a Rhode’s scholar / temporal lobes, offensive poems loaded like cuatros locked ‘n’ loaded, a hole’s put in your nose like you put too much snow in it, footnotes kept close, I have episodes where my vocal tone lets go…
from the essence thru tha testicle, to physical presence on tha terrestrial, psychologic prophet like Mohammed sonnets / dark thoughts like obsidian ‘n’ onyx, baggy genetic code threatened ‘n’ promised, fed off kosher bread ‘n’ water shit / ogre tha track with telekinesis, good fellas ‘n’ hood felons, tha soul controller is tha cognizant / are you scared to death? I can’t wait to catch the astral plane travel 1-way ticket, till I return conveyed Scientific filet tha minds of tha wicked, free tha minds of the ignorant / my pen strikes ‘n’ slows tha time-space continuum like Einstein, Stephan Hawking, Carl Sagan ‘n them / lit foliage tapped in ashtrays / like pagan solstice celebrations, roll up my rhymes ‘n’ put ‘em in my nose, they keep my throat frozen yo, fuck toast, I carry loaves ‘n’ I always keep ‘em loaded…
half of y’all should never even’ve been in tha game, so how could you retire from it? get tha new Science up in your brain / am I tha rap Geezus Khryst or is this tha Life of Brian? Knolege tha wisest heisted rhymes that’s been wronged or should they be rewrited? a microphone tyrant, outta sight outta mind like homos ‘n’ vaginas / I wrote a rhyme on the inside of my eyelids ‘n’ I still get tha words wrong God / I pervert a song, 6 ounce brain, 6 inches long, thicker than 6 snickers, wickeder than an inverted cross / I hold tha pen sideways with a black kerchief on, the illest verbalist burgallin’ / I make tha world stop circlin’, cock block girly men with brute force, many methods I abuse when I snort / my gift is dual-edged like swords, mind reflect shiny till tha day of my death…
empty tha 4-5th out tha horsewhip, swords is pens, adorn scores of vocal ornaments / families sport black orchids in belov-ed memory of last century ‘n’ millennium past / memories lapse of rap authenticities had, pullin’ my leg like Stephan King in Misery / scripted, symphonies is slappin’ closed fisted, Milo’s livid cuzza your clique’s flows insipid ignorance / Science is tha template of existence of a true lyricist, my Jewish hubris is fluent in rewritin’ lyric blueprints, flip tha 9 into a 6, ounces, Einstein type of Pyrex rhymes / my flesh is grime ‘n’ gritty, my mind is like tha Sistine times 16 / your validity is hella shifty, my benedictions is spent out semis, I’m tha God, reverse tha Benji…
Knolege’s conduit for God blessin’ is Gawd’s essence, pause for effect ‘n’ I cause question / flawless octaves get plotted, poetics slammed out tha pocket, I go back to Mike Myers, SNL ‘n’ Sprockets / Nealon ‘n’ Carvey as Hans ‘n’ Frans, you girly-men is squirrels ‘n’ hear who tha Gawd is / cockblock tha entire world cuz I ain’t gettin’ any, aim 16s like semis, heavyweight like hemis / I see a mic, it’s like gimme gimme, Science is Twisted ‘n’ rednecks stay hangin’ big ninjaz down in Memphis vicious ‘n’ ignorant type status, send kites to tha grand dragon about how it’s on site how I’ma smash him, put a flag on his file, attack like Ryu, Blanca or Guile / katana extremities off ‘n’ leave ‘em in a pile, rile up energy ‘n’ unleash tha rap bible viral…
aye yo halfway crabs get stabbed by fact, scholastically, my sporadic grammatics is scattered like Black’s ashes after cremation, attack you bastards tenacious, plan rap assassinations like JFK’s brain fragments landed in Jackie Onassis lap set up by tha Central Intelligence Agency, if you’re intelligent, you’d be afraid of me, I stay esoteric like tha Jesuits ‘n’ Ignatius, pasty like Julio Iglesias, Meticulously Create prose / aim coke to go up your nose like oxygen, antiswag gathers no moss, amniocentesis embryos / I draw line segments ‘n’ have tha geometric answers for questions that ain’t never been asked / a barbarian slash verbal savage gets punch-drunk such as Cassius, spirits stay bent, kickin’ it with Bacchus, bust out tha glass pipe, my Baccalaureate degree honors Gawd’s Knolege status…