Twisted Science Cypherz

I meat cleave your greed ‘n leave your wig with cleavage, I’m genius ‘n’ I couldn’t care less about that CREAM shit / outspit Science, you know you dreamed it, pekid vocal demon, bringin’ behemoth grievance / cover your head like Sikhs ‘n’ tha Holy Spirit, I’m fearless ‘n cheerless, cut myself ‘n’ stay tearless / I leave ears bloody like brain periods ‘n inhale nasal irritants / votes accumulate like Deukmejian ‘n’ Riordan, a true lyricist brusin’ schemes like pyramids / fuck all you sportin’ beards ‘n’ shit, I stay goateed with a mustache yo, wicked like jealous cherubims…

tha roof of tha booth’s got mirrors so I could watch myself spit, script my lines with a iron felt tip / I’m like a 9 millimeter rhyme zealot, a true to heart crime felon, mind like Magellan / not even in my prime but when I spit I get dimes from Spelman University / I’m like a throwback yo but I ain’t from Jersey, I ain’t concerned with eternity, a verbal pervy /assert semi-auto slurs that perforate your turf ‘n’ free mental slaves ‘n’ indentured servants / word is bond yo, words turn me on like hoes that got thick butts ‘n’ twerk ‘em / I stay alert ‘n’ shoot 1st with an approved verse, fuck rap music this is strap music / I splash you wack clueless kids with phat Jewish shit, neglect tha Vaseline or any ass lubricant…

I inflict aversions to your worthless versions of verses, throw you in internments like Germans / you hold tha mic but it’s superfluous like orgasms to virgins or Scientific facts to a religious person / grab tha 4-5th ‘n’ enforce Knolege most can’t grasp even when fed to them in baby portions / I stay True to tha Square, yet I’m Gawd Cyphah with trife words circulated, my pen scripts hatred / tha bulletproof bubblegoose keeps me insulated, now it’s time for mental penetration, I lace spliffs with temporal intimidation / imperial spherical lyrical king like Herod, nickel gleams make you perish…

my benedictions is pompous like Pontius that leave ninjaz jaundice, I rock tha mic with no accomplice / my cyanide rhymes leave tha scent of almonds behind / you median mediocre medium MCs is blind ‘n’ deaf / I’m oh so fresh, causin’ more flame than David Koresh, my sword is death ‘n’ I’m more G than Nike Cortez / I slice heads off, with a fake accent like Chekov, more gassed up than Exxon / wax on, wax off, tha rap God Science is lord of the underground like tha Black God Osiris / from tha straight hair on my chin up to tha color of my iris, I’m dominantly recessive, tha common denominator, I work with faith so Fate must be paid 1st / equate tha ratio, how I enunciate with my stiffy up her bum, it made her tummy ache / the incumbent runs in dumpin’, on beat with tha drum machine ‘n’ sampler SP-1200…

I bring extra clips ‘n’ sling 4 elements, my Hip Hop is a Christ descendant, I heist your heart with 16 bars ‘n’ Sistine Chapel art / my scholastic academics splash ninjaz ‘n’ choke ‘em with they own arms/ my poems throw slogans in slow motion ‘n’ tha bowl stays loaded, my cutthroat rap style heeds omens/ I’ll snort speed till my obits, no Trojans, hoes gargle tha demon semon that comes up out my scrotum / poetic justice is served cold, net tha grosses corrosive, you get Auto-Immune Deficiency Syndrome-like ailments in 200 of your bones / my grown folk rap steezo quenches my Hip Hop libido / I invitro fertilize when I verbalize how worlds collide ‘n’ girls get high when they suck me like mosquitos ‘n’ my nuts bustin’ skeet up in their eyes / I’m on tha cusp of pure hatred for club patrons with thuggery cadence in how I rhyme…

I’m ill with killah poetry, I rob foes with hosiery on my dome, my rhymes are of a ponderous motif / dominant’s my recessive traits, who tha fuck is you to question Fate ‘n’ it’s parameters, I spit ill banter with tha most pallidest dander / my venomous nickel-platted sentences leave indelible imprints when my pen spits / ink flows like rivulets, I blow weed till I resemble an Inuit, I’ve been tha soul controller since before tha book of Genesis / to tha book of Revelation, from tha dregs of civilization imprisoned in tha state pen, from p.c. to general population / y’all MCs degradate my mere affiliation with your flagrant fabrications that you could acclimate to any situation / droves of nations wasted, ask her wonder how her pussy tasted / my Stussy T-shirt bloody from tha seizures caused from my head bangin’, I carry more soul than a Black Death raven…

Knolege is born everytime I rhyme, when I go to sleep is when I die, I’m reborn everytime I arise / I shine like nickel-plated 9s ‘n’ 45ths with full clips ‘n’ I say it’s been enough of this bullshit / that MCs portray today, I snort crystalline haterade by tha 8th, full court press with tha fade away / craz-ed Caucasian, sharper than Jason Voorhies’s knives, more blood thirsty than Transylvanians / I’m a barbarian, givin’ MCs caesarians, livin’ vicarious thru my imagination / killin’ Cali inmates off with STAPH infestations, Gnosiiix, tha most venerated, gracious ‘n’ so tenacious / I give a Goddamn, I kill innocent women ‘n’ babies like Timothy McVeigh did / I berate cliques ‘n’ violate every parole stipulation ‘n’ sign on tha dotted line with somebody else’s name / Science spits fire ‘n’ hellflame ‘n’ I stay L.A. in every last way possible ‘n’ Pac was from tha Bay / Twisted Shyster lights tha rap game afire, Nicki Minaj, Drake ‘n’ Lil Wayne are lame like Rick Ross wearin’ Wale’s lip gloss / GayZ sold his soul, if he ever came to face tha God he’d get burnt like his wifey’s coal / my verse thirsts for Blue Ivy’s soul, I’m so icy Gucci Mane say I’m hella cold / in Nirvana like Kurt Cobain ‘n’ Dave Grohl, every stoner scrapes tha bowl, to spit with GZA is my goal / I got my fist up like “Triumph”, RZA produce is like guns flyin’, I dry-hump tha mind when I’m writin’ / put tha track in tha ass crack with KY petroleum in fact, take you cats back to where it’s at / tha 1990 Jurassic classics, real rap with the advanced classes, lost up in tha thought labyrinth…

go clean your face with benzene, my pen’s ink skates like a rizink to cure my verbal disease / thank tha God for tha words you’re about to receive, more flavor than herbal tea, my underground steez is worlds beneath ya / you pussy rat finks get beat up, my style don’t ease up, ya better check my C-File fool / I hop turnstiles like Now Y wearin’ baggy jeans with loaded twin 45s ‘n’ bayonets taped to either side of my thighs / drunk off 3 Miller High Lifes, got a 8th of skunk in my pocket ‘n’ my face is numb from snortin’ half-grams up tha left ‘n’ right nostril / I don’t prophesize, I’m tha God apostle, I kill game with cancer that’s inoperable / it’s comical, you can’t see me, I blind 3rd opticals, it’s like wastin’ a prayer to St. Francis of Assisi, or Jesus ‘n’ still livin’ like a savage heathen, fiendish for lavish things like 30 cent silver pieces / my rhymes is deep-dish like Chicago pizzas, I’m a verbal extremist, I dream in wit that’s devious / my haikus, much like my I.Q. is genius, short fused, my sword slice tha rhyme in 2 ‘n’ shine like a diamond jewel…

how tha fuck you gonna be a MC when you a C.O.? I bleed when I sneeze, tha most elitist since Jesus croaked / you ho-ey fallopian MCs belong in tha lyrical pokey for large amounts like tha coke in me / I snatch chains ‘n’ dance in tha rain in a parade in a campaign to decriminalize Mary Jane / sippin’ Perrier, I case tha terrain lookin’ for victims to traumatize with styles of a piranha rhymes, tha brawn of my mind is tha illest / I’m more down than syndromes in mongoloid retarded children, hang left like a Che Guevarra militant / I start up ‘n’ raid villages diligent with bars that scathe your will to live, I kill kids like Trayvon Martin ‘n’ George Zimmerman ‘n’ take their blood drenched Timberlands ‘n’ sell ‘em on Craig’s List / it’s tres bien to pay attention to tha way I slaughter rhymes, when God designs perfection unwinds, facilitate how I’m corrected / in resemblance to dastardly villains in composite sketches, I’m restive ‘n’ restless ‘n’ my vignettes send men back amongst the essence / I destroy trends after I set them impetuous ‘n’ aggressive…

from the original to tha latest models, I keep my thoughts on Homo sapien bitches with tha bulbous nodules / Gnosiiis rings a name like coke hits, my rote mathematics is tha most Knolege possible, ferocious / cloaked in explosive like hand grenades with deadly shrapnel coated in acid, from Nova Scotia to Oakland to Los Angeles / it’s Science, lookin’ for fat ass like a bandit, flowin’ like tha Tigris, Ganges ‘n’ Euphrates / brand my name upon her ass cheeks, I’m connected like a chain link, I don’t make a baby, I just practice it, I spark narcotics like a candle wick, you know if I got beef you know Science handle it / ya whole clique is softer than lanolin, I Dirty Sanchez a bitch while rappin’ over sampled mandolins / chance is, I got her throat pregnant, snatch tha dookie chain, spit verbal roofies ‘n’ give a rival MC a proctological examination / optical illusions is conducive to my brain bein’ more scrambled than a baker’s dozen eggs is / I shine existential with my tongue workin’ harder than a lesbian’s…

I’m more ill than Illuminati, no names but you got a 7 sign on ya chain claimin’ you God Body, you as pop as tha Biebs ‘n’ Snoop Doggy / my pen kamikazes statements, to even see what Science came with, you better call Law ‘n’ Order cops to bring tha rape kit / jaded towards all you South-kateers that talk trap crap but ain’t sayin’ shit / my dual-bladed cadence removes faces like Ghost back up in 36 Chambers / way back then when MCs was dope, now tha only dope today’s arranged up in tha cake mix / Science is habeas corpus, I cut out vocal cords ‘n’ stick my face inside labias that’s enormous / of miscellaneous bitches in the enclave of Twisted Science, I verbally orgasm, physically cryin’ / tha flyest, decked in Puma track suits ‘n’ diamonds, portray my violence, cut off tha 7 heads of tha Beast with tha 10 diadems / I is ‘n’ I am a verbose leviathan, compose giant rhymes like Tchaikovsky, I’m crem de la crem, ‘n’ prove Atlanta obsolete, with a fat banana in my pants ‘n’ more stamina than a 5 minute beat / my package is like a jackal, I carry herbal stimulus in my knapsatchel with my Apple laptop / ‘n’ none of y’all crabs wanna battle tha God cuz I spit verbal cattle prods that stab Gods…

vintage flow is quite expendable, invent gross that nets flame when slugs is aimed from tha mental toast like Heineken’s ‘n’ Michelob 6-packs, I sift tha coke then sniff tha coke, rock it up then sell tha pieces flat / leaflets leave bleedin’ stabbed by my thesis, graphite, I paragraph rhymes that’s asinine, hands ‘n’ ankles / you rappers live grandiose fables, plus if you had a dime you’d drop it, I tax crews like H ‘n’ R Block shit / tha verse is bronzeded, how I condescend as my sovereign perogative, puff, cough ‘n’ then Gawd Science designs verbal coffins / bury hatchets ‘n’ burnt offerins, black smoke rise, I burn tha minds of the incompetent novices / problem is, Gawd Science Divine gets no compliments for tha rhymes jotted / exhaust remedies, with an affinity to infinity like jimmies ‘n’ Viagra stiffies…

puttin’ ninjaz in critical condition with what tha pen’s written, equate it to submachine guns spittin’/ debonair magician, I make kids disappear like rabbits in top hats, fuck you ‘n’ that pop rap you be kickin’, like hair-on addiction / I wash brains like dishes, so clean my verses glisten / livid whether lifted or studyin’ addition, Science, tha supremist mathematician / fierce nickel-gleam teeth pierce flesh durin’ a scrimmage, tha Rhodes Scholar sendin’ MCs to perdition / crew or individual you’ll get out-spitted, go ahead ‘n’ get me twisted cuz Twisted kills ninjaz regardless they religious, they meet God with a malicious grimace then I go back to tha kibbutz / my colony’s psychology, y’all wanna swallow me cuz y’all can’t spit / carve TS in solid granite with tha bars brandished, far from Kansas, you’ll leave tha cipher with your arms branded / tha cure for the average rap fanatic, Science change his name to Barabbas or Bacchus…

clad in iron chainmail, Science sees right through tha veil, my given senses is 6 ‘cuz Twisted’s been gifted / from his limbic through his reptilian, finalized in his cerebrum, tha God’s prepared for when tha Beast come / from Mecca to Jerusalem, Science ciphered with tha righteous civilized about what’s to come / born ‘n’ raised in Babylon where heathens, pagans ‘n’ savs move like cattle to get they battle on / spit death upon the agenda, my sword pierce your Oscar De La Renta / tell your DJ to get tha diamond Technic needle ‘n’ thread your soul hymned up cuz you’ll have holes after tha pen busts / gag you with words, flash thru a 12 year prison term then have big butted bitches kiss my nuts / bent off gin ‘n’ rum, I dine dimes till they cum ‘n’ even tha butt ugly 1s / love’s my arsenry, verbal arson burns arbitrary, herbal bars intoxicate extraordinary / nominated phenomenal by flocks in tha population / fuck ‘em in tha brain, call it mental copulation, tha latest strain of my phrases impregnates tha pages / dock tha payment of you tame kids, tha cadence I came with brings shame on you lame rap kids / to understand my playlist you hafta reverse tha statement back flipped like Satanic records ‘n’ Black Sabbath / acclaimed to change tha game, fuck you ‘n’ your piddley name whether or not it’s Tity Boy or 2 Chains / my verse’ll melt you like tha ice cream cone on Gucci Mane’s face, my felt tip’s nickel-plated ‘n’ll pierce your brain fierce / I reign tha mental plane, I have no peers, my Hip Hop shakes you baby rappers like au pairs…

I specialize in rhyme expenditures that injure ninjaz with verbal incisions, tha world is Twisted, my addiction to diction is horrendous / I drink Schlitz malt liquid, my sword slices any foresight, that’s why I’m in prison / I like rum mixed with citrus ‘n’ bitches love my thick dick ‘n’ licks from my wicked tongue ‘n’ where I plum stick it / my heart beats to when tha drum kicks in, I script rhymes so dope, kids press rewind, line it up ‘n’ sniff it / grimy thugs get gritty, my White girlfriend spits envy cuz I admire chocolate titties ‘n’ snips at me, yet I retain tha liberty to enjoy tha visual of any hoe, what’s she gonna do when she sees me in a video surrounded by like, 16 hoes? 1 for each bar, she might Lee Harvey Oswald me / I’ll end up with cerebral palsy, my rhymes is cerebral, so deep they leave cats prone positioned like fetal / I like brunettes like Jessica Biel, I invent shit like Ron Popeil, I shoot tha gift like a frickin’ needle / sharp like tha talon of a falcon or an eagle, I’m a Jew now, I neglect ham but like tha jelly that’s congealed…

I let tha toast spit, if you got beef make sure it’s been braised ‘n’ roasted, I stain memory banks ‘n’ pull brains thru noses / Science mummifies opponents, raid tha pyramids, I’m tha greatest lyricist, I Van Gogh both your ears cuz y’all ain’t hearin’ this / I ghost kids in ciphers like appearances of apparitions, my diction is ill / I don’t need sample clearances, my ascension is transcendent, never mind tha recessive genetic dissention / I strangle bitches when I’m up in ‘em, they love Twisted, rockin’ pendants with Science’s picture in it / relievin’ my tension with copywritten thoughts scripted that accost ignorance, refer to tha God as his sovereign eminence / empty your pockets fast, I load Glocks with rap that’s retroactive actin’ like ghetto savages / I traffick jams that outweigh 100 kilograms, fuck Soundscan, when I spit tracks get bound ‘n’ gagged…

aerate your face with razor bladed statements, send you to Heaven’s Gate minus tha change for the aliens / violate court stipulations but get away quick cuz tha DA presented weak cases / lamp in a stolen whip, tha Golden kid holdin’ 45ths in holsters with 2 clips on his shoulders / I snort rails off of Wu-Tang posters, gettin’ throat from berries for a blast off tha fat boulder / clap at future enemies over false identities at church assemblies, hung over off Hennessey ‘n’ Remy / blends of weed twisted end up as roaches, step to me with beef if you truly gun totin’ / I ain’t scared of Death while you’re afraid of tha notion, you a studio thug like Lil Wayne ‘n’ Calvin Broadus / approach with some intellect, Intertech the internet, I spoke ‘n’ Jesus wept ‘n’ theologians try to interject to disprove Knolege’s knowledge of God self / my pen’s a sword so get indoors ‘n’ repent tha Lord before these hardcore raw bars start tha thousand year war ‘n’ tha death toll rolls up into scores…

make-believe MCs ain’t never seen nickel-gleams, put tha 5th to your spleen ‘n’ put a hole up in your skinny jeans / exemplify exemplary words alerted ‘n’ go Psycho on you like Tony Perkins ‘n’ David Berkowitz / deeper than tha surfaces, under tha kerchief’s superfluous like tones of epidermises / physique’s determined terminal, cerebrally I crack cervicals, my eyes stay Pekinese in virtual reality / Kabbalist mentality, God’s child Knolege drapes hollow tips with hombres’ nombres / on debate, I cause ovulation complications with thought dissertations ‘n’ proclamations of equality / you MCs is plain banal like astral, I’m L.A. all day but I could run mine with tha Rotten Apple, it’s, tha Lost Angeles rap vandal Twist, author of novels that burn your novice pamphlets…

your fraudulence is prominently deposited, heed tha auspices that tha Gawd’s propheted / Glock to your noggin, Hip Hop is flaunted caustic, messianic thoughts revolve flavor like condiments / sonnets bomb atomic like Oppenheimer, Manhattan Project, Science, tha Rap Messiah / clad in camouflage ‘n’ Timberlands, your rap’s skipped like flat bottom bitches, I get up into shit like Sodom/ I solve problems like difficulty’s forgotten, banana clips in the altered fully automated / revise how context connotations can negate shit, realist pessimism cause mental abrasions…

take off tha gold fronts ‘n’ get tha soul blunted, Colt 45th couplets supplement discussions / you covet my steez, heavy thoughts outweigh tha triple-beam, the amenities of high I.Q.s in tha Beast’s belly / locked up for 3 violent felonies, nickel-gleam words is bonded ‘n’ eat thru you Gods like piranha cliques / grift MCs past how they can comprehend / I descend from the essence spirit congestion into a physical with very little pigmented complexion, I’ll kill your father like that motherfucker Oedipus / fuck your mother ‘n’ bust my custard out my dickhead on her thick legs / watch how it jettisons like when Clinton was president ‘n’ left DNA all up on Monica’s infamous blue dress / prove duress with threats that caress a dude’s neck with 2 Berettas, see no entrance but you see the exit…

flamethrower poet, my Blunted Soul punishes prose with ogre flows that you could feel in your nose/ caps peel like X on tha scope, XY chromosomes prone to explode, my gonads jiggle / throwback rap, shotgun take your face off, wise like shamen ‘n’ pagan sages, fuck tha CREAM God / I’m out for praises, fuck what you be kickin’ with your imitation suede Timbs, I spray statement intimidation like SKs outta window panes, my 1st impressions on the Earth plane was anguish ‘n’ hatred / verse exodus, take leverage with curvaceous chicks who’re stupefied by your laymen mundaness / caged in by weak traits, I breed with Fate, my ink authorizes rebates, Science skeets in your face / triple beams weigh pros ‘n’ cons, nickel-gleam shots to your knot make your spirit float with God…

metabolically, I purge obese philosophies that’s based on true hypotheses proven logically / OG like Sean Connery, thoughts taunt me with no apology, I’m a fuckin’ Jew like Christ minus tha bronze feet / rhyme tyrant, announce my presence with a siren, on a sheisty mic heist, I raid environments/ frighten cliques cuz I’m tha kid with a diamond diadem, brighten solar coronas when I own up / roll up with bones rolled with stones crumbled in it, 5 o’clock stubble’s on my wig / my thick dick gets presented as tha template, mix seed with egg ‘n’ plant descendants, on some 6th sense shit / I’ve been since prior to tha physical Genesis, Twisted raps splendiferous / 16 bars, 16 sentences, Sistine mosaic, when my throat spray it it stays ageless / anxious from tha purified cocaine sniffs, razor blades in tha clip / proliferated, so sagacious, I flow tenacious, heads knockin’ to tha beat that’s syncopated / create statements like Phoenicians, rise from ash like a phoenix, I keep my rap sheets in creases / exceed past tha beliefs of you MC rap heathens with cheap tricks…

asthmatic syntax is scholastically crafted with grammatics more dope than a hand with 4 grams in it / schematics get torn back, swords slash mean-spirited like racial slurs outta tha mouth of a bigot conditioned by stereotypic experiences, imperious ‘n’ imperilous / thoughts been problematic since far behind Illmatic, it’s prime how I ravage savage even with madd brain damage / I been trained as Stephan Hawking’s stand-in, panties dampen to my effervescent presence that’s legendarily aggressive / destined to alter destiny with TS impressions left on fleshes in tha bing / collective teams crumble like meth bundles smuggled in Mexican tunnels, bitch ninjaz tumble like Rapunzel’s wig / supplement your big butted bitch with Jungle Fever, your minor league words is weak, even tweakin’ you skeet 1st…

cyanide rhymes catch your mind by surprise like iron 9s ‘n’ 45s, Bacardi Limon Clive Barker / Science designs bars better than 5 Carters, archives of Twisted letters in lined ledgers / neuro synapse connectors emit mathematic gestures, kismit’s in tha brackets like algebra, Guide you like Thomas Alva Edison / electricusive elocution pollutes wigs like your bloodstream when you snooted CNS stimulants / those bereft of Knolege don’t Understand tha Wisdom in my perfected threats, grams of izm in my breath / Grants, Benjamins ‘n’ Jeffersons are earned for effervescent verbal decadence, I spit better than your entire collective who’re dumb , blinder ‘n’ deafer than Helen Keller if she was twins / your producer beats drums ‘n’ it’s a sin, guard your grill, guard your shins, I’m hard like Timberlands, uninhibited rude bwoy, I barge into shit / scarved up, the art of 16 leaves scarred with TS carved into it, brainwashed to believe tha same sentiment / nobody spit like me, I float thru minds like boats on tha high seas, you vertical smile vagina rappers think tha game’s about punchlines, I uplift minds to new heights ‘n’ you corporate fuckers never done crime / snatch your chain ‘n’ collaborate with Satan, gimme your brain, tha shit been capitulated fucker, get tha glossary…

I lyricize rap’s paradigm, I stay laced, home-invasion rhyme, break in your mind, Beretta 9 at your face / take you out back ‘n’ have you dig your own grave, slaughter your kids ‘n’ wifey ‘n’ have you eat their brains / I go against most grain, my pen is raw cola rolled up with Mary Jane, variation flow / Los Angelino sippin’ cases of Perrier laced with vodka, I’m tha minority in tha game like Barack Hussein Obama, guilty of the illest conduct, more sharp than 15 katanas / none are exonerated, reap atonement for human connotations, I’m fluent in hubris ‘n’ detect you switchin’ like Judas / you booty cliques need lubricant, splash you with Kahlua with roofies in it, glucose in your tank - ass rappers / paint on your face, you never lived it, you just actors, I slash rap ‘n’ tracks become cadavers / impregnate the ovulation backwards like my scrotum’s a major factor, I’m like Vader with a saber, or turntablest with 2 12s ‘n’ a crossfader or a bong ‘n’ a carburetor…

storms form when Knolege swarms, Knowledge Born hardcore like pornographic images, Darkside of tha Force / I’m privileged to restore tha rawness thwarted by ignorance, extortion is imminent / dual-bladed Excalibur hatred deeper than emotional abuse ‘n’ anguish, I’ve transcended it / 4-5th pistols gripped with grimaces, slugs laced with AIDS ‘n’ syphilis aimed outta stolen whips / I give condolences, MCs found with holes in their wigs from bullet-riddled sentences, reveal the authentic genesis / from tha Bronx ‘n’ Manhattan to Los Angeles ‘n’ San Fernando, true raps tha ammo of my salvos…

imperious ‘n’ mysterious like hieroglyphics in pyramids, pharaohs with thick mulatos in midriffs / eat at Spago’s, rap’s Leonardo da Vinci, Van Gogh ‘n’ Tyson-Holyfield both your ears / tha Rap Khryst epitomizes tha highest Sciences, remember back to 1996 of what it mighta been / Angel of Death at my door stoop, trap tha sheisty sounds within a 4 bar loop, it’s no excuse for my behavior / lace tha joint with mules ‘n’ 40 acres of hate words, my sharp tongue filets terms / tha ruggedness of tha multilayered suede verse I display 1st conveys tha disdain contained within me / give my brain a reach around, of tha European breed, what I bleed is sound, my creed’s booties need to be round/ preferences is meant to be broke though, I prefer Serena but I won’t revoke Coco…

I scuffle with tha pen, battle myself with ill rebuttals, pull your weave like Rapunzel, burst your carpuscles / carve TS in your flesh with brass knuckles, count tha cards no matter how many times they get reshuffled / explosive emotions hone in, you get your throat slit, focus on my giant size Einstein mind modus operandi / my prose corrodes noses from the inside, Science is raw like dope prior to tha Pyrex / I fuck brains, call this unprotected mind sex, rewind it like tha ‘’90s ‘n’ VHS / spirit predated flesh, dragons chase me like flame ‘n’ meth, previous arrangements is deviated like my septum is / eclectic musically yet I’m strictly a Hip Hop purist, I don’t mix wack beats or rhymes/ clips empty ‘n’ make you leak your life by ounce ‘n’ pint, I cloud minds once if by a hundred-thousand times…

catch a ninja slippin’ at tha crossroads with fiery crossbows, fightin’ tha Masons ‘n’ tha Skull ‘n’ Crossbones / tha Gawd of thought flow, hear tha boom-bip that knocks, I got big rap ears like Ross Perot / prophetic aesthetics, given as evidence to teach tha dumb, blind ‘n’ deafened with a sharp tongue that detaches like prosthetics / bar none, my bars is epic ‘n’ get etched in like ethnic make ups ‘n’ DNA / I go back to blend cassettes with tha mixtapes, I use disappearing ink ‘n’ don’t remember what tha pen say / tha rap sensei, teacher becomes tha life student, tha Khryst of Music, drum machines leave with bruises / producers get contusions ‘n’ MCs receive hematomas, impregnate tha beat while it’s in a comatose state / gloat how I author phrases in wide scopes ‘n’ ranges without a fake corporation’s name on my chain…

torturous, degradating ‘n’ demoralizing is how tha cordless 4 pound chooses who deserves tha rap crown / rags to riches Cinderella-type ninja, waitin’ for tha prince to bring your fairytale slipper / I’m Twisted but don’t call me Twista, you wiggaz switch up, came to tha joint ‘n’ now you’re all racial / stay able-minded, prenatal I studied Sciences ‘n’ chose my sky blue irises, don’t you like them? I thought you did, my thoughts is opulent, Knolege Gawd Cyphah is quite tangential ‘n’ I’m revered venerable / tha mic pinnacle, I buy quarter-grams in bindles ‘n’ in my spare time I read Patterson on Kindle…

tha paleskin pharaoh phenom baritone, secretin’ vocal pheromones better known as rogue concertos / featherweights try to flash plumage, I get nicey-nice ‘n’ blast their crews backhanded like I was Judas / highprice rappers is overrated, bringin’ average shit to rhyme fights, I’m timeless infinite ‘n’ they’re finite / had no genesis so there can’t be no end, I’ve always been before Adam flipped tha 1st sin / stay kerchiefed for robbery purpose, tha birth wisdom’s ensued, I’m tha Gawd Kabbalah Jew / use a slipknot to tie tha record in a noose, reflect tha truth close to human beings turned to wildebeests / lace tha Phillie, chase tha filly to get brain from tha filly, go against tha grain with agility / praise me, yo, I reign breakbeats, I don’t make mistakes God, they make me…

word is bond, verbal agreements is confidence between ex-cons, subconsciouses is beyond 2 consciousness / laws of cause ‘n’ effect effect often with aftermaths like atomic bombs ‘n’ tha Manhattan Project, in a Lower Eastside loft, rap squatters dope up tha spot, shootin’ gallery Hip Hop, gallantly I spit Godly, pallidly I remain on tha cellblock hornier than 12 cocks, delve into my noggin, it’s dangerously caustic, black kerchief with tha paisley/ I take pleas if it pertains to me cuz I done did it in tha mental slums of Twisted…

all these days on tha planet, carve an M in solid granite, taken life for granted, granted you have to brandish Glock 5ths or rap pamphlets of braggart propagandas, I get a hood pass with words / fuck you Black, rob you for tha CREAM ‘n’ take your G packets, I dopefiend you from tha back / walk up in your habitat, blindfold your wifey ‘n’ molest your baby momma ratchet / lately I keep my white widow marijuana in sandwich baggies, flashback to ’95 snortin’ raw coca smuggled into Boca Raton , floatin’ state to state, Milo’s a slave to burnin’ cocaine’s taste / clips empty, terrorize ‘n’ rob Denny’s tweakin’ ‘n’ drunk off Remi Martin / stab Hip Hop with my ballpoint pen, I think rap’s a sin yo, cuz hell is where I live / imperative to stay bent ‘n’ remain sharp like straight-edge razors, cuatros to tha 10th degree / Mickey’s, Olde English ‘n’ Steele 211s, spirited lyrics is like Jews in Heaven…

put tha scroll down, holy words scripted on lambskins found in tha Dead Sea, I was genesised to MC / from Cali prison tha pen bleeds scriptures, visions ‘n’ pictures, metaphors ‘n’ similes get spit from me like phlegm infections from cystic fibrosis, Sistine thoughts get created when I put methadone up my noses, rap’s like a stethoscope, peep my latest heartbeat episode / a million bars scarred up in Milo’s dome, horseshoe scar signature from Hense is on my dome / remember blend mix cassettes? girls switch to women with breast growth, lift n separate like bras / listenin’ to Dr. Octagon, pawns want profits for pockets n Milo prophets for tha noggin / you ain’t no MC yo so stop it, there’s many options n it’s obvious I made some wrong 1s / mini-14s n block guns, many swords cut stone Excalibur Knolege Gawd Cyphah, none’s tha wiser / design intellect, my rhymes make str8 dudes wanna switch sex monogamous misogynist…

break thru tha cocoon you’re in, tha most purist flow is furtive ‘n’ can’t be reversed from how I learned to spit / allergic to purchase your rap worthless, I stay in tha lab like physicists ‘n’ surgeons/ workin’ on tha next rhyme that’s quantum theory, metaphysic eerie, clips empty in successive series / selective memories get jostled by tha Hip Hop apostle, I pop ink pens, you pop bottles / your pop is awful, fuck all y’all like brothels, scoff you with angelic thoughts hellish like Iblys / guffaw at those who snuff raw like Scientific, take shit away when your eyes sway from Twisted…

Science rules the underground like Osiris, I fuel tha furnace of ire with constant surges to educate tha knave / Knolege Gawd Cyphah’s Germanic ways emerged from Europe’s caves, now I follow tha holy path of the Nazarene / reach to teach tha savage right, Twisted lackin’ pigment cuz tha gland’s been calcified, rhymes come from tha pallid mind / clasp to your final death rasp cuz when my rap bible splashes, it murders tha track as a rite of passage / Justice, Equality Wisdom, I Self Lord And Master, tha God of Abraham’s who I follow after / Israelis ‘n’ Arabians, veins need maintenance, my Star of King David bars change like King Jameses / I sway between dissin’ fakes ‘n’ dispensin’ information on tha root of civilization, kids need their brains cleansed / release the air of an ancient, weed stays up in the air, that’s 1 of tha many ways that I praise Him…

cleanse mentals with visual scribbles ‘n’ pivotal blows that attack temporal lobes, float thru tha metaphysical / potential victim MCs sound identical, I vent creed ‘n’ sow hemp seed deep / my cavernous cadence clashes with tha cavalcades of commercialist pop sensations, put tha flame to tha dragon then chase it / assassinate a track like JFK with brain fragments all over your boo’s lap / I stay in tha lab unhatchin’ verbal chemistry, tha planet Earth is my enemy, my black pen prints verse in calligraphy / clean tha canvas with tha benzene, I stay famished ‘n’ smirk wicked for tha cameras ‘n’ ravage a cat’s cabbage with verbal pull like gravitation, tha dull get assassinated back to Skull ‘n’ Bones / Degrees of Freemasons have handshakes hidden like chambers, my brain’s worth more than tha body of Lee Majors / I slay birds ‘n’ say words that pave ways, engrave my name on your face by what I say 1st / makin’ hour glass curvaceous chicks with power ass, wack rapper’s videos is tha new Blaxploitation / fuck bein’ complacent, y’all claim tha throne, I snatch tha crown in a mic fight, swallow tha rhyme like Aceyalone / greet tha God sayin shalom alechum, a salaam alaikum, it’s tha Apocalypse of flow / note tha ill Science Twisted conditioned to keep your nose frozen, TS, tha mogul that’s chosen to help free the ignorant / Kabballah mystic God Knolegest, Justice for Equality ‘n’ Wisdom…

unplug tha mic ‘n’ heist drugs from rhyme thugs that stay tight lipped, I excite bitches with just tha sight of Twisted / my syntax is like Reno, Nevada, back up or else you rap crabs gonna get clapped up / pack up kilos in tha back of a black Acura stolen from Cerritos Auto Square, pick Truth or dare/ Science is tha root of tha square, strangle tha track till its blue in tha lips ‘n’ see if I care / my mind supplies oxygen to the air, my rhymes dry hump dimes via Knowledge ‘n’ Wisdom, I’m tha white light divided into many colors by way of verbal prizms / my Blunted Stanzaz splash wigs like baptisms, I scholastically clap ninjaz / tha rap catalyst, more psycho than analysts, unwrap this slappin’ street anthem / I wreak havoc when I speak to teach tha savage high speeded, Jesus was Hasidic ‘n’ even Milo’s brain is pekid…

leave tha rhyme faded on some ’98 shit, sheisty crime-type stipulations go back to Summer ’95 / sniffin’ lines ‘n’ blowin’ lah, taggin’ buses, crossin’ out rivals ‘n’ star ‘em in snuff flicks / nowadays my discussions cause spontaneous combustion, loc’ed out like too much angel dust / fatal nasal congestion, insane in tha membrane, filet tha pages to tell tha fate of pagans ravin’ lunatic Science, I recognize it so I’m probably not, bitch, don’t get ya panties in bunch / I got savvy, my snot got a hall-gee when I sneeze, when I speak foreign MCs seize…

break thru tha barricades like clips emptied thru cellophane, embellish names with fame, you can’t change how I got hella brain, alpha beta delta, obtain top billin’ at Coachella, Hip Hop’s paved Earth’s memory lane / emptied memory banks make room for what I came with, spoon with you ‘n’ stick it in your anus / this abrasive cadence is never outdated, star spangled angles put holes in your wrists ‘n’ ankles in fatal cross formation / spacious skies, your imitation rhymes flame out, tha mind scathes tha mouth in vocal gun bouts / flounder, tha double 4 pounder, fuck her from tha back for 4 hours, spit rhyme that tumble like twin towers / sniff powder bought at Sunset ‘n’ Gower, bound to arouse from how I sound I get bitches out their gowns with a quickness / it’s what tha rhyme’s centered in, most average ninjaz is lax ‘n’s drawn wack bitch shit…