Twisted Science Cypherz

pinnacle words, grab my clouded limp genital girth, after a Kardashian bitch kinda like Bruce Jenner / West or Montana, cut my tongue out, I got better grammar, slap tha verse backhanded / salamander chameleon, change what I really meant reptilian cerebral coretex, my sword’s a Tech ‘n’ my rhyme is like whores to sex, I ain’t never spit weak before tha chorus is said like over sick beats by Portishead / 4 Horsemen portraits put holes up in your Goretex, I’m tha lord of flesh ‘n’ I break rules before the accordinatin’ ordinance is said, corporation rappers need to break bread before I flash my street cred / C-section you ninjaz like a fleet of Mexicans in prison, a mentalist into trees like gibbons / I make sentences jizm ‘n’ impregnate grips of sluts’ urinary systems like Brigham Young…

armor prevents abrasions, appraise tha whip, scrape tha bitch with his carriage like Sharon Tate shit / jaded towards faces from bein’ raised in tha land of honey ‘n’ milk, Viagra till I Niagara ‘n’ I’m soft like silk / boff like bunnies with flat tummy dimes, caught in tha grind, you ninjaz plastic like Glock 9s / ejaculatin’ thoughts, lookin’ at you cockeyed, burgalin’ neurals with verbal pesticides / change XY spirals with my voice gone viral, twist tha sticky in Bibles / lines snorted outta piles while I’m grabbin’ my nuts, so high I can’t bust it / justice rears its ugliness, whips get VINs removed, to stop me you need a couple of clips / spirits get released when my verse travels down tha groove, razor rhymes is between my gums ‘n’ lips…

get right or rap’s Khryst’s gonna hack your half-ass rhyme cuz it’s stagnatizin’ tha cipher / livewire Science devise 3rd eye fire, praise tha spire, I unleash ire via a 9 Beretta iron / prime numeric, ephedrin’s cherished till I perish, work tha metabolic like Jared / perilous ‘n’ hella arrogant, flamin’ arrows get spit like Eros’s shit / crimi-nal with a wheelbarrow of clips, chill in Valhalla with Thor ‘n’ Leif Ericson / astral travel celestial with a horse ‘n’ chariot, my 4 splits wigs careless, MCs is parrots/ my sword spits torrid on a cordless minus tha chorus, I still romp with porn chicks in every orifice / actin’ motion portraits to attain the almighty Horus in geometric pyramid schemes / the illest lyricist since Rakim, I spit like Glocks with 16 ‘n’ then I shift tha emptied clips / selective memory, I stay open like gushy pussy lips / keep your opticals on tha movement of my bushy chin, Hip Hop phenom, your plea to God’s dismissed / fizzle tha 2 for 5 drizzle, dope fiend your main man with tha blunt end of my pistol / grab tha fiscal CREAM, rap crabs swag, thizz ‘n’ lean, I Twist Khryst Science Knolege Gawd B. C. / Knowlede of Self, Knowledge is wealth, polished felon fell from Heaven, a Zionist zealot / a python’s in the melon, a lion pride gazelle heister, I cast spells sportin’ pink champagne Cazelles / slingin’ slang that raises tha mental dead from hell, I leave labia majoras alone if they stank ‘n’ smell outrageous / my cadence cascades from tha California cages of Satan / courage is courageous, a furious Hip Hop purist since before Method Stimulation / this rap generation should be slapboxed cuz all of them’re ignoramuses…

Science al-Sayyid, my heat’s been bequeathed tha E-A-R-T-H, circlen’ tha planet Caucasiated / traumatic brain damage happens, look at tha scar on Twist’s cabbage / hear tha forced accent brandished? swore off pork as a bad habit, swung my sword ‘n’ it cut the umbilical cord / a lordly angelic bein, bleedin’ creatine, when I think it’s like there’s 3 of me / my creed defeats any breed ‘n’ I keep my khakis creased / I feast MCs like Lassie meat, blunt objects knockin ‘n’ weaken a ninja’s faculties, I teach rabbinic like Jesus / you pop rappers’ cliques shoulda had an amniocentesis to check for Down’s Syndrome of your fetus / true Hip Hop’s planetary, from Zaire to Sweden, my physical’s celebrated in tha rap statuary / metaphysic mentality, telekinetic, I rap like Carrie / ya hear a phat track, you swear it’s me, yo – you can’t disparage me…

eclipse tha timid who mimic Twisted, take ‘em down to remnants when tha pen spits, it’s like a 45th’s entire clips bein’ spent / musical mosaics mellifluous like 9 year old prodigy pianists , I eat ‘n’ breathe this shit / I’m tha true breed of Hip Hop, from pleasantries to tha macabre, my thoughts rock noggins like coke ‘n’ baking soda / quarter stones in tha pocket while you post up by tha corner liquor store, keep your optics open for tha pork / smokin’ Newports, sippin’ booze quarts, verbal hardcore darts is flunged, I’m starvin’ son / larvae come forth ‘n’ wanna be like Gawd, spare tha rod, exhale methamphetamine exhaust, yo, peace God…

coerce tha pen to exert excerpts that kindle embers back to flame, you rap cats need to acclimate to tha climate change / my Hip Hop’s doper than Pyrex, soda ‘n’ cocaine / I pledge to bring lyrics back so dig out tha ear wax that’s been caked up cuz I spit Peruvian flake cuts / as of late all that you cats say is lame ‘n’ it sucks, spittin’ all about cake but all y’all fags need pay cuts / you’ll get your face cut yo, my blade is my tongue ‘n’ I came to carve my name on your left lung / I got a Gillette by my gums ‘n’ tha only way you’ll leave tha cipher’s with your blood gushin’ ‘n’ your flesh numbin’ / punk, you my bitch, put a capitalized M on your stomach, I’ma make you a star in a snuff flick / specializin’ in MCs, it’s apparent to see, your parents shoulda did a amniocentesis / listen up, tha Macs is speakin’ rapid, collegiate thinkin’ happens faster than ejaculation gun flashes / dunce cap tha dumb ‘n’ deaf masses, snatch they materialist elaborate fabrics then dash back to tha crib…

I step into arenas with a soul older than Death, only thing tonight on God’s mind is some verbal rough sex / I bust Intertecs ‘n’ snatch chains that ain’t been tucked in by tha neck ‘n’ I put holes in any color flesh / MCs’ ineptitude flexes ‘n’ I let my aggression thru so check your head before you step thru with a crew or on tha singular / I cleave with a verse, producers become pall bearers, you’ll leave in a hearse / tha heater bursts nickel-gleam words spit in sporadic spurts, emphatic verbs catch fanatics like tha Catholic church / splashin’ my name on Earth like a tagger, Milo’s presence makes heads explode like Scanners, brains get tampered / I ain’t a pimp but my stroll got a limp ‘n’ I pander swollen banter that’d make your ass hurt / I pack words of candor that’s half braggart, non-amorous yo, tha God skip that glamour shit when he flow…

high end, I immunize via shinin’ rhymin’ like sunlight to diamonds, life is dyin’ like society / civilized ‘n’ righteous, tha parasite Twisted Science dishes Knolege ‘n’ Wisdom to tha ignorant / chillin’ with tha like-minded, ethereal like Orion, sendin’ rap ninjaz to material burials / by way of ill imperial sublime lyricals, tha Rhyme Khryst walks on water in white light / ignite tha mic with rhyme heists, I wear a mental diadem, when will cats realize God lies within? y’all after dimes n rims, 9s ‘n’ Timbs, I devise gems divine like a bride’s vagina lips / Science is biased cuz I’m an XY, flesh is nexused to tha 3rd eye, liturgic tithes, it’s like servin’ pies / coerce tha minds of 85s via razor bladed rhymes in tha Last Days of man’s Time…

brood over dark beats, scarved up with blue eyes, my head scar’s showin’, I spit like Tech 9s kept under tha car seat / clippin’ foreigners like Pharei with scimitars, I cut off arms ‘n’ feet / subpar teams got weak lyricy, teach ‘em like Egypt ‘n’ tha Greeks, yo – tha Gods nearest me I greet with PEACE / 40 Glock’s in my pocket to go ‘n’ retrieve CREAM, roll to tha weed spot heavy like triple-beams / 17 shots in tha nickel-gleam carried like audio pitches, aim it ‘n’ say adios to you bitches / renditions of tha Science presented glistens like diamond pendants on snatched chains / iconoclastic mathematics unhatch, I force tha habit that impregnates you crabs, positive test killed tha rabbit / my Hip Hop sonnet’s scholastic, it smell like almonds after I start splashin’…

hold beef close, my 9 piece even closer, expose tha nickel-gleam toaster, stunt tha growth of the ova / flow’s dope like coke ‘n’ bakin’ soda, Hip Hop’s tha coat of arms like tha M on my arm / starvin’ to eat with serpentine schemes like tha Garden of Eden, flame on my sword burns demons / my pen is tha fate I dig graves with to wake pagans, ink’s iron plated ‘n’ implicates Caucasians tha shadiest, Xaviers ‘n’ Ignatius, recessive hatred expressed pierce thru your solar plexus with no exit, tha method president-elected, etch an M like Mexican Mafioso’s / post up with grownups, overdose on gingko biloba, talk shit ‘n’ won’t bite my tongue / like cobra’s venom, I get in your system ‘n’ death’s foretold ‘n’ imminent…

Knolege God piranhas squadrons ‘n’ armadas, how I accost them with caustic gems places them in indescript pauper’s coffins / recessive gene pool, my sharp katana thoughts is dominant like Black flesh is / I crash a party, fuck tha guest list, with a bubble goose over my bulletproof vest stuffed with down feathers / put a hole in your sweatshirt with what I exert, tha sound of ef words equate to tha middle finger gesture / yes word, I refrain from the N-word, I answer conjectures never asked, I’m tha God, king me like this was checkers / these bless-ed epistles is missiles that molest the alphabet, I shine aesthetic with Milo’s pallid flesh / wildin’ Science in verbal italics, I bring malice ‘n’ prowess, tha world’s violent, my civilized righteous ways is validated by my statements / nickel-gleam sprayin’ takes tha face off of heathens ‘n’ pagans / tha verse is curated as verbal flirtation with Satan, I got special power like Dr. Xavier’s kids / I rape ears with what I’ve created, rewind tha cassette tape to listen to what I say again…

exceed past existence like I need permission, tha bleakest missive, I speak to spirits imperious with exponents ‘n’ periods / tha Twisted Scientific lyricist, from my experience there ain’t no fear in this Shakespearean pirouette / ears get wet when they hear this verbal severe shit / serious text, serious like Techs splashin’ avid, snatchin’ CREAM out a cat’s hand quick / convict stabbin’, stash tha piece before Babylon attacks ‘n’ they ask what happened / cabbages get left in caskets, ravagin’ savage when tha Mac spits, I leave cats split like fat asses ‘n’ bitches begin to panic…

co-create a universe with solar systems, Jupiter ‘n’ Earth, bash tha gavel, jurisprudence, courts adjourned / a purist that force tha learn-ed thru vocal torture, tha fluent fuse was lit by my fluidity, put your lips on my jimmy hat, you’ll see my straight sword curves, stick it in stuck up Jenny’s ass / semis splash ‘n’ I put blood on your Timbs, I spit ‘n’ even rivals honor it / Archangel Michael bars strangle with no arms like dabblin’ in tha dark arts / I baffle MCs like tarot card tricks, their heads’ll need staples like carpets, splash ’em wet like a starfish / put ‘em in tha street like me when tha car flipped, soakin’ like they got dropped in some Sparkletts / your Hip Hop is tarnished, I came to shine with A grade rhymes, line ‘em up ‘n’ sniff ‘em into your mind…

there’s no hesitation when I orate the AK spit, don’t fornicate with Killah Gawd, I yank chains regardless of corporate orientation / darts leave holes in mainframes of MCs, Black, Creole or Caucasian / I breed with hoes that’s pretty in tha faces, my thought process alone brings upon testicular impregnation / you ain’t no MC, it’s just a figment of your imagination, “up yours” is my latest statement of degradation / I stay perpendicular to Truth, Justice ‘n’ tha way of tha Jews / ruckus ensues when my incisors, canines ‘n’ bicuspids start sputterin’, while y’all on some other shit, I’m waitin’ for tha Mother ship / pray to tha Gawd ‘n’ pay your supplicance, I gotta hold tha lined sheets with roach crutches / I’m so verbally disruptive, I give decibels actual concussions, get up in tha bitches’ guts ‘n’ treat ‘em like some Dutches / tha fact is, Science is loveless, except for speakin’ ‘n’ teachin’ , my allegiance is to tha Southern Killafornia region / get your sword up, lowly heathen, my treatises keep devout Catholic priests ‘n’ theologians questioning Jesus…

semi-automatic thoughts pierce Kevlar, I threaten lives with lead bars, buyin’ lion heads ‘n’ Clarks / my advice to Death is to run far, fracturin’ lumbars, got a M carved on the left arm / neck says 730, I live dirty, send you quick to tha dirt with a German mental / readin’ Fire verses off a Kindle, nimble verbs get handwritten on empty cocaine bindles / smitten, hidden residuals, you ain’t no MC, I eat iron mics like vittles / pens ‘n’ pencils get crippled, your commercial fans is fickle cuz your swag rap is wack ‘n’ brittle / I knock chocolates with dimples ‘n’ high-yellows with freckles, persuasive, I slap they ass cheeks with my genitals / trippin’ like she ain’t expandable, eargasms trickle like a stimulated clitoral / sittin’ pickled still sippin’ gin with thick tricks suckin’ my oak missile with nose sniffles / tomes of grown-folk poems put holes in both a ninja’z dome ‘n’ both nipples, Killah Gawd’s a vocal cutthroat / indivisible, Kabbalah mystical, Gawd’s a criminal from tha reptilian to tha temporal lobe / my pen’s a toast, astral travel tha globe, double kill everyone in their sleep ‘n’ make 14 billion ghosts, conquerin’ like Rome, Blest to Beast Coast / with White chicks that got more ass than Nicki Minaj, privy to truths, I’m wise like 5% Gods…

my disses be killin’ Gs with math, I’m war like Israelis ‘n’ philistine cats, guillotines cuttin’ ninjaz in half / you crabs spittin’ figments what you imagined, pussy ninjaz’ stench is acrid oceanic / flows splash, fiends turn to foes fast followin’ cats to tha dope stash / souls float, I broke tha mold when my voice spoke, hoist electrolytes out tha noises from my throat / bricks hidden in the armadas, bitches smitten by tha sagas draped out in my arias / sorry but I fire from Liberia to Rwanda to Gawanas, holdin’ Hip Hop close to tha heart like a promise / smoke chronic with a numb nose, AK-47 under my right arm with the X scope aimed at enemy’s strep throat, my fame is infamy, your fate’s a swollen brain ‘n’ stolen identity…

abdicate tha throne, I’ll lacerate your dome with a Fabrege poem that attacks drastic by tha cavalcade / cascades splash from tha Blue Eyed Devil’s cave, my cavernous 6 weighs in, let tha metal spray / chemical reactions happen like neurotransmitters, synapses ‘n’ cocaine / came with tha hand basket cuz I’m a basket case, hell bent but I’m Heaven-sent cuz hell does not exist / imprint an Old English “M” on your wrist, sippin’ Olde English, poison tha citizens serious like Syrians/ imperious, my 3rd eye perception’s clearest, what I merit’s cherished / befuddle you ‘n’ deform your seed with a harelip, tha Caucasoid God Body Jesus is conceited ‘n’ arrogant / my pair of lips is like a 4-5th with a pair of clips, even Lucifer’s scared of this / I perish parishes, trapped in tha State of illusion, United States alludes to a garrison / Illuminati crews can’t see me even though I’m omnipresent / I got serrated serenades for straight hair Gods ‘n’ tha knotty headed, from tha Ashkenazi back to tha Fertile Crescent / tha verbal essence, I present you with your final restin’, rival rap bible thespians don’t contest it when I pull tha lick or they get their heads split / dressed in all black gear with a mask on, I cause fear ‘n’ bloody up rappers, I hope they brought some tampons…

my pen hurdles over tracks wearin’ verbal cleats, purple ink, you never heard of me yo, so back up G / I snatch CREAM with click-clack laser beam rap, my verse molests you after you get bound ‘n’ gagged / we joust ‘n’ I out you fags, philosophize at tha commune like Mao ‘n’ Lao Tzu with grams ‘n’ syntax that slams duke / I sling shots like wifebeaters, lookin’ at me you see tha God of all breeds / I break policy ‘n’ protocol with all that crawl with me, my vocal vibrato’s cerebral palsy / I sprawl Knolege that jostles boggled minds like semi-auto shots ‘n’ Paul Rhee, check out tha lyrical brawn of me / Science spits Hip Hop Scientology, bald like Telly Savalas with tha Dum-Dum lollipops/ tha Hip Hop prophet whose thoughts get in noggins ‘n’ when they’re repeated, esophagus’s are left HIV positive / venerable, your shit is pitiful, you report criminal acts / whether general pop or sensitive needs, Milo Rockah laughs at your official sentencing…

superstitious MCs is afraid of what tha God say, taught to maraud tha fake that ovulate, cock a pen in your face / Knolege dominates your ignorance ‘n’ puts verbal holes up in your tenement when tha pen spits viciousness / rivulets of crimson drips from wrists slit by sharp sentences, bars is carcinogenic / cancerous pathogens get scripted, graphic paragraphs’re indented that get me more neck than giraffes / marvel at tha verbose universe I invented, gross tha net ambrosia I be nibblin’, I kiss her on tha throat ‘n’ leave her tremblin’ / Olympian thoughts nimble like gymnasts, I sip Grolsh ‘n’ kindle golden friendships / with both rap purists ‘n’ women, I traffick jams slappin’ like furious women, whim in a blur, check my witticisms / emblems intend to never blend in, smirk or grimace, I’m tha 1st to burst, get your glimpses / competition I diminish with vocal compositions, tha holy goblet chosen, I piss urine in it / Shroud of Turin, boughs hold tha cradle till the excess weight fails, no bail for jails ‘n’ mental prisons / tha God exhales existence, raw Hip Hop theology, check tha criminology glossary / exalted scholar brolic, the opposite of solace, I lift tha last dollar out your wallet…

pages get raped by my lines, my best times is interracial sex with bubble butted dimes / fatal rhymes stab MCs prenatally like breakin’ hymens with guns ‘n’ diamond-encrusted diadems / a verbal tyrant listenin’ to violent Femmes, my sky blue irises get blinded by my own verbal brightness / a bad Samaritan, crabs is scared of Twisted ‘n’ get listed as statistics when they stare at the glare of him / follow me like Polaris ‘n’ Wisemen to see tha Christ kid Science, my SFV style shines from Lake View Terrace to Van Nuys Encino, I beast flow akido, shadowbox rote mathematics / you don’t know tha half about rap classics, God coulda taught half tha classes he ditched / tha scholastic rap Baptist splashes grammatic syntax at your attic, now get your bitch-ass wig examined / I expand parameters, you amateurs’ death rasps enact Milo’s maniacal laughter / authorized to author tha final chapter, my rap bible fractures spinal cords, I brought vinyl catheters/ mauve to lavender, blow you bitches’ backs in backwards / shift the axis accurate, Killah God kills false rap Gods, I lose abandon like I had issues towards abandonment / I rip thru skin tissue till sinew hits my tooth, remove my golden fronts, arms folded holdin’ blunts / my thoughts tear to your colon thru tha cunt ‘n’ now you havin’ shit babies / clips, 4-5ths ‘n’ 380s, Cobain myself in tha face, there’s no way to erase or replace me / irately, I chase dragons or do they chase me? expatiate, raised under Christ then I Judaically changed teams / Killah, tha Usual Suspect like Kevin Spacey with a limp / MCs try to allocate my pallid face to a shallow grave, weak rapper’s cayn’t prevent God’s prevent from palpitation / carouse with 85ers, my 6 ounces mix collaboration like Dalmatians / Hip Hop abrasions is lacerated like tha Mark of Satan, I’m tha protected God Body Caucasian / flocks gather tha weed cipher for polyurethane lambskin latex vaccinations / I lay text ‘n’ ears get mo-lest-ated, I burn coal ‘n’ crows eat flesh ‘n’ ravens carry sacred souls to esoteric embankments put away in Eastern Eurasian caves / tha bones return to clay of which Adonai Yahweh made us, tha Truth reigns over devilish patrons…

I’m suited up, abusin’ acoustics/ ready to face tha music/ I feud with you like Capulets ‘n’ Montagues in Romeo ‘n’ Juliet/ crews sketch from tha threats I flex, while they dodge bullets ‘n’ dance with tha pirouettes ‘n’ reflect their fear of death/ not even a vest could protect ‘em from tha pen’s trek through tha chest separatin’ tha flesh from tha breastplate, there’s no moves left, it’s checkmate, your rhyme style is stale, mate/ most tailgates have ale ‘n’ cake while I got fishscale on my face ‘n’ piss away my time ‘n’ place/ dimes felate me while fake rhyme spitters emulate me…

listen to tha most lauded sonnet of a pontiff/ Knolege God Self-Conscious, travel tha continents in search of a Goddess, who’s turned on by tha way I flip nouns vowels ‘n’ consonants/ I’m tha composite of every man, protected from hate shipped around in a whip of Plexiglas/I’m irate, I let tha semi blast at tha face of you pri-mates/ tie in if you buyin’ into this for Christ’s sake/ I let my rage hibernate like grizzlies/ when tha pen awakes it sets flame like race riots in tha ‘60s/ Science jacks fakes, adds their cash to his stacks, what’s at stake is heavyweight, how I intimidate ‘n’ I’m constantly chased by Jake…

tha Rap Khryst See-Alike’s mighty like a titan, shinin’ bright like diamonds ‘n’ tha white light’s blindin’ my sky blue irises/ Pyrex rhymes flex, check tha Timex, it’s ’95 ‘n’ Ghost’s buyin’ lion heads/ tha tyrant of flesh, kaleidoscope-type minded vibrance, my bars is fight or flight shit/ iron mic shit, confide my rhyme in demigod hybrids, semis rock foes unbiased ‘n’ there’s no choice of who you die with unless you’re on that suicide tip, I carry Intertech 9s in tha whip/ my advice is to get vaccinated for tha viruses a.k.a. tha lies spit by these lame rhyme cliques I’m surrounded by/ tha God Knolege pontiff sharper than boxcutters brought true school Hip Hop with him that many emulate yet can never truly fathom it, my furious pen severs hands off of kids…

I’m rhythmic with tha meters, a chemist with Pyrex beaker-type thought flamin’ with rocks I’m aimin’/ to bring tha Gods to rap’s Canaan, Blacks ’n’ Asians, Latins ‘n’ Caucasians, I dampen panties when bitches view pictures with my face in it/ cue my hubris composite, competition is lost, without my composition/ from Laughlin Nevada to Flint Michigan, I slaughter rap oxen in tha name of Yahweh/ only thing I like regarding Kanye’s his thick-ass wife, complicate when my rhyme consummates tha track/ foul, my 4 pound conjugates tha vowel, prophesize profits’ll fly out my jowls/ dimes wipe my seed off the outside of their mouths ‘n’ when I bust I growl/ like coyotes, whining ‘n’ moaning, iron at my side puts MCs in wheelchairs like they was Ironside…

these axiomatic tactics I have is quite lavish, perhaps it’s all this brain damage that acts as a freakin’ magnet/ my magneto ego’s got a phat superego, I got more moves than aikido/ underground Jedi Mind Tricks Loot Pack Freddie Foxxx Kool Keith, tha jewels I speak is 12 ‘n’ then some/ my pen vents slummy, I flip bubble butted snow bunnies over, strawberry blondes from Nova Scotia ‘n’ Saskatchewan Canada, Croati-ia ‘n’ Bosnia, tha Ukraine ‘n’ Albania/ my Germanic traits don’t equate to my Positive Energy Activated Constantly Elevated thoughtwaves/ what tha God say’s similar to facials impacted from point blank Glocks sprayed/ my voice is nickel-plated, came as goy but I changed it, shove swords in tha gut of Satan ‘n’ deez nuts in your butt salacious…

holy ‘n’ gracious when tha bass kicks over my cadence, I stay safe on Stairways to Heaven’s Gate/ your threats is fake like Ignatius ‘n’ tha Jesuits’ faith, escape from tha Jakes with what I embrace/ verbose tirades parade irate from tha nickel-plate/ intimidate tha mic ‘n’ dare I say, rape the airwaves with forcible hate rhymes that’ll spray heavy like 80 AKs/ I stay underground stuck in tha bing still with a bevy of dames that wanna bed me/ retroactive, take it back to tha ‘90s like we at raves with tha techno/ fuck that, this is Hip Hop, my Berreta 9 rap cock blocks any crab, so keep your Glock cocked/ bound to splash pop sensations for fuckin’ with this God Body Caucasian…

tha hierarchy of my steez gets you higher than tha pope’s archdiocese ‘n’ Jesus/ I plead tha 5th, tha creed of Science leaves tha mic bleedin’, my rhymes drive Dionysus to start drinkin’/ tha rap Archimedes teaches heathens like Grecians in ancient Egypt/ mathematical thesis, deem this as God speakin’, royal diadems get wasted like miscarried fetuses/ clarity’s crystalline, methamphetamine comes out in my sneezes/ my 16s kill brothaz like Romulus did Remus ‘n’ Pontius Pilate did to Jesus/ I’m dominant over weak cliques, complete the mission with sentences ominous from tha Genesis to tha Revelation/ 2 witnesses, eat kosher such as Leviticus, fluent in my Old Testament/ my new shit is Septuagint credulous, cemented in tha double helix pattern/ vehement ‘n’ adamant, beatify my raps per capita, I astral travel like Battlestar Galactica/ in tha back of a slammed magenta Acura with bulletproof windows wearin’ a vest under my winter coat/ nose is frozen like 10 below ‘n’, I don’t blink when tha tech’s blowin’…

tha witticism God emits are well-fitted like Timberland kicks, I exhaled ‘n’ tha universe existed/ fuse tha words I christen like vaginal canals, chastity belts ‘n’ medieval British Christians/ I take pictures of rivulets drippin’ outta said labia majoras, put my babies in some bitches from behind ‘em/ name my daughter Gloria Steinem, ‘n’ teach her the equalities of God Science/ cause of tha rhyme is Yahweh on high, hallelujah, after my 16s they gotta put gauze on tha mic ‘n’ I’m doper than Pyrex ‘n’ smokers with freshly cooked dimes who jooksed tha CREAM/ booklets get authored by me like Moses, smokin’ cocaine roaches, above tha clouds I stay floatin’/ travel battlefields on a wooden horse built by Trojans, I baffle those that’s slow-witted/ acclaimed by critics cuz I emblazon the mark of my name on idiots, Twisted is, has ‘n’ always will be infinite/ simpletons, my Pendleton’s ‘n’ khakis look ill ‘n’ remain vintage…

my razor sharp apex text is flexed, I place threats in heads ‘n’ represent L.A. like Mexican gangsters wearin’ hairnets in the ‘80s, crack cocaine hit through straight shooters boosts me crazy/ spit like Uzis at you rap floozies, aviator glasses with champagne lenses, I stack juries with rap purity crafted perfectly, my drafts last for eternity, I send MCS back to tha nursery/ perverted verses by tha learn-ed Patty Hearst-type linguist Twist is turgid like a penis/ blue tipped rounds lace 2 clips linked together like Cubans, I make entire crews piss in their skinny jeans/ tha paint chips from tha nickel-gleam 4-5th to love, I’m tha top seed/ my Hip Hop pops 16s at pop teams, blogs grieve ‘n’ bereave at tha thought of me…

I’m rhythmic with tha meters, a chemist with Pyrex beaker-type thought flamin’ with rocks I’m aimin’/ to bring tha Gods to rap’s Canaan, Blacks ’n’ Asians, Latins ‘n’ Caucasians, I dampen panties when bitches view pictures with my face in it/ cue my hubris composite, competition is lost, without my composition/ from Laughlin Nevada to Flint Michigan, I slaughter rap oxen in tha name of Yahweh/ only thing I like regarding Kanye’s his thick-ass wife, complicate when my rhyme consummates tha track/ foul, my 4 pound conjugates tha vowel, prophesize profits’ll fly out my jowls/ dimes wipe my seed off the outside of their mouths ‘n’ when I bust I growl/ like coyotes, whining ‘n’ moaning, iron at my side puts MCs in wheelchairs like they was Ironside…

these axiomatic tactics I have is quite lavish, perhaps it’s all this brain damage that acts as a freakin’ magnet/ my magneto ego’s got a phat superego, I got more moves than aikido/ underground Jedi Mind Tricks Loot Pack Freddie Foxxx Kool Keith, tha jewels I speak is 12 ‘n’ then some/ my pen vents slummy, I flip bubble butted snow bunnies over, strawberry blondes from Nova Scotia ‘n’ Saskatchewan Canada, Croati-ia ‘n’ Bosnia, tha Ukraine ‘n’ Albania/ my Germanic traits don’t equate to my Positive Energy Activated Constantly Elevated thoughtwaves/ what tha God say’s similar to facials impacted from point blank Glocks sprayed/ my voice is nickel-plated, came as goy but I changed it, shove swords in tha gut of Satan ‘n’ deez nuts in your butt salacious…

insert tha dual-edge sword, this verse is verbal intercourse, check tha rhythm method my system blesses by way of hot beef injections/ babies is born with TS emblems on they fleshes, intuitive with inborn aggression expressed with lasting impressions/ my thoughts is pestilence to tha knave, I dig graves to raze questions/ hard to digest the epic epidemic known as purist Hip Hop that nourishes the inner God, I pen courage fervent/ tha way I word shit spurts like nickel-gleams at rival teams whose dreams lead back to triple-beams/ crack bagged by tha half-gram rewires mental circuity, tha temple is tha God Body/ Science, the official ar-tical that makes broads have hard nipples ‘n’ quiver with clitoral tickles, these epistles is visual/ I castrate brains subliminal with my hand grabbin’ my genitals, before I bust my shit tickles/ brain damage residuals don’t prevent Science from criminal minded actions that leave tha whole rap game in traction/ elevated past an ignorant savage, I’m difficult to understand like Chinese mathematic fractions/ tha brashest when tha tablet’s brandished, lividly I attack those who’s livin’ lavish/ you flash grands, your ass’ll get gashed, I keep 10 grams ‘n’ an automatic under tha mattress/ talkin’ graphics cuz I’m quick to draw ‘n’ start splashin’ bars, put tha Mac’s tip quick to a cat’s wig/ ovations begin, DA cases get dismissed, Milo’s stir craziest regardless of a decade of incarceration/ open tha flap of skin on my brain ‘n’ carve my name on my cranium so no one else’ll be takin’ it/ my paleface stays tha pastiest, my deoxyribonucleic arrangement praises Yahweh with amazement/ to tha Rap Promise Land of Canaan, I came forth from tha mental plane to raise tha consciousness of pagans/ my name was placed in ancient pages ‘n’ praised by shaman, my Knolege God Wisdom is contagious…

scope tha scene thru hosiery, my potency breaks thru Trojans made from clay, nobody’s as old as me/ run a clique up shit creek, call this a rap colonostomy, I decline Polish sausage be it September or February/ what I spit is crafted for Hip Hop dignitaries, slip a 16th of meth up a berry’s asscheeks/ dirty rats like Jimmy Cagney, 730 rap is slappin’ ‘n’ holdin’ mental captives/ empty coke bindles switch the Earth’s axis ‘n’ swindle fat outta bitches’ asses like gastric bypasses/ xacto knife Wrath of tha Rap Titan, drafted attractive like my sky blue iris/ profiteerin’ you pirates via Science, rum ’n’ meth, tha blindest is dumb ‘n’ deaf, spread a virus flippin’ somersaults/ show up to wedding receptions, wifey got tha clips I got the Intertechs…

tha beat kicks, I read shit tight like drawstrings ‘n’ cross breeds like Caesar ‘n’ Cleopatra’s offspring/ tha Science Knolege brings is highest echelon, tha true Rap Geezus Khryst is tha messianic God of Hip Hop once propheted, carryin’ bundles ‘n’ oxes bumpin’ tha Lox, Wu-Tang ‘n’ Onyx/ fangs is sharper than a school of carnivorous piranhas, mellifluous cacophonies is my accomplice/ I got words like Oxford’s or English lit at Harvard, Twisted stays starvin’ sendin’ darts thru ninjaz’ parkas/ rule with an iron fist like a czar does, I’m paramount, you’re just part buzzed…

stay connected with my name etched in, the exodus of the aggressive destined to last past tha fleshes/ beyond the understandin’ of high IQ points, my graphic haikus drive you to buy 2 of the Annoynted Rap Khryst joints I’m peddlin’, you shoulda known not to mettle in what I’m vested in/ exceptional MCin’, you better be protective vested cuz Science words split thru your solar plexus/ heart colder than Freon beyond polar icecaps, catch my rhymes like Deion Sanders/ I answer questions never asked ‘n’ I leave vagges damper than Jacuzzis, I splash crabs with vocal Uzis/ spazzin’ like scat jazz lucidly, arrange a track like Burt Bacharach/ my furtive sermons is fervent ‘n’ found on Google searches assertive/ leave a tweaker wordless, I’ll fool a Christian into buyin’ Shrouds Of Turin, fisticuffs is roused once factoids is determined/ a staunch Hip Hop purist like West Germans, you can’t deter this/ those allergic still purchase it from tha God merchant, verbalist merchandise coerces cats to get in tha Suburban strapped/ lurkin’ ‘n’ start clappin’ at cats that just came out a church service…

savage to civility, diversify your versatility, instilled in me’s tha will to be a verbal wildebeest/ iron rhymes clean like iodine, lines worthy of Einstein theories related to hexagons in beehives/ when tha flesh is gone all that remains is tha writings of tha paragon/ humanoid pantheist tactics, fuse tha noise of 1 hand clappin’, half-wits get slapped quick with idiosyncratic grammatic semantical syntax that’s pragmatic, call me tha rap doctor ‘n’ I uphold the Hippocratic Oath/ I stab notes with a black pen, never leave home without a cannabis roach with crack in it/ life ain’t no accident, I put together the Intelligent Designer fabrics/ Milo’s Godly mannerism are no accidents, only women are to wear skinny pants kid…

Yahweh is Allah, I spit bronze lines as tha basis of thoughts homogenized/ calmest psalms cause problematic homicide, static crafted up in my attic/ sharper than oxes ‘n’ point blank shots from 9s, extra clips kept in my left pocket/ empty 16 at philistines then split phillies ‘n’ gut ‘em like big butted sluts on methamphetamine/ put rap to sleep with a verse that tranquilize, cock 28 point 3 grams wearin’ an apron ‘n’ I stay bent off rhymes/ great Hip Hop remains playin’, A-list MCs is nickel-plated, you’re so pussy you get ate quick…

nose numb, toaster’s a gun, snuff grams off of posters with a oak dick thicker than Big Pun/ chicks hella dumb, livin’ off nutrients contained in tha ninja’z cum, fishes swimmin’ up shit creek/ elevator musack, bought tha track for a buck 50, you in tha future is iffy/ spit 16s that’s cliffhangers, clips ‘n’ bangers, hieroglyphic-type anger can’t be deciphered by you strangers, foreigners ‘n’ fakers/ call tha coroner on tha cordless, swords cut your mainframe, I take your paper/ deeper than tha holes in Edward James Olmos face, your consciousness wavers…

this Annoynted Geezus Khryst spits thesis on mics that left ears bleedin’, I’m descent of Europeans/ leave crab-ass wack MCs leakin’ urine in their hipster skinny jeans, tha venerated victor who’s genius/ roll in a stolen black Acura, tha rap Dracula flashin’ fangs that shine across tha Farrazana/ piranha rhymes combine like chemicals, snort lines stored in folded bindles, I hold ‘em by my golden genitals/ pinnacle subliminal kinda criminal minded, Knolege Reigns Supreme/ it’s plain to see I’m verbal acid rain in tha mental plane, Twisted’s name intimidates tha beat/ shit on you like Canadian geese, kick a G-O-D in his cranium wearin’ cleats, dig your ass out like Greeks/ dig nappy chicks whose heads got grease, I possess Knolege of Self like Killah Priest…

even lesbians are into me, I create masterpieces like Michelangelo at tha Sistine, fuck a chick like I’m still 16 bent off Hennessey ‘n’ methamphetamine for 3 hours from behind until tha vagina dries up ‘n’ begins to bleed, fly as fuck, you hear me rhyme, you better duck ‘n’ tuck your chain in/ my brain weighs 6, I’m tha pagan that changed from Satan’s kid to a follower of tha God of Abram, Isaac ‘n’ Jacob/ tha palest iris, 2 triangles form tha Star of David, vertical to the essence from tha Fertile Crescent with tha 7, aggressive possession’s 9/10ths lies from tha 10s blind tha dumb ‘n’ deafest/ epic sagas from al-Asia to 7 continents, since prior to humanoid fleshes, Atlantis ‘n’ in your brain I’ll leave my handprints majestic…