Twisted Science Cypherz

viable, Science, tha highest minded reliable rhyme bars spit rip right thru your cardigan/ poisonous pen breaks cartilage, insinuate I want no part in this garbage leave me starvin’/ who’s tha God? I designed ‘n’ carved this carcinogenic, force tha state to drop all charges/ formerly known as the artist, on tracks I just barge in, you don’t know how sharp my darts get/ parvenu rappers get slapped ‘n’ gaffled for their cash flow, can’t flow with their Hasbro rap/ you better duck like AFLAC, tha drafts I craft bust like Macs ‘n’ 18 wheeler crashes/ exacted like mixed numbers ‘n’ fractions, Twisted’s tha bastard that flips mathematics with his dick in tha beaver ‘n’ I ain’t talkin’ Jerry Mathers/ truncate tha track with Blunted Stanzas, I grab tha pen ‘n’ pad while you reach to grasp your boy’s man tits/ crab-ass wack MCs like you get dismantled ‘n’ put back in tha cabinet/ crowds get doused when I randomly pound tha mallet, with callus malice, your mind stays clouded/ the illest Jew since Hitler, I be killin’ entire crews, shoutin’ fire like DJ Clue in 2000/ proud of what I do, what can’t be undone, the Anglo Lao-Tzu Confucius makin’ ninjaz run…

organized chaos is how catastrophic thoughts get dropped cataclysmic, at 1 with tha God, I’m mystic like tha Kabbalah/ brought into existence pulled up out tha uterus, tha super computer’s a euphemism for human mindstates/ what I embrace is irate tirades unleashed like pies cut into 8ths made when tha Pyrex bakes/ my flesh is weight, my essence breaks brains, armored hectic, aggressive in tha Last days/ captivated by my own hatred, lackadaisic , rap vaccinations protect us from Satanic pagans/ Adam’s the atomic matrix we were all made from/ razor blade by my gums, pull it out ‘n’ put my name by your guts, fuck you in tha face ‘n’ slap your chin with my nuts/ cuts get ripped, nip ‘n’ tuck sharp like elephant tusk, Justice Equality ‘n’ Wisdom is a must…

brought to fruition, tracks get nutrients from this verbal nutrition, lit spliffs keep me lifted like IQ points/ I fuse joints with coke ‘n’ a numb nose, gettin’ blown by dumb hoes in thug clothes/ most covet my flow, followed by ravens ‘n’ crows cuz I shank dudes in tha stomach till bones are exposed/ atone wrong doins, chrome spills fluid, in courtrooms cowards scream tha pills made ‘em do it/ keep Science cubed, crabs stay clueless ‘n’ Heads Ain’t Ready whether they crew or clique/ clan or posse, y’all wack MCs’ new to this, slugs pierce thru your accoutrements, emphatic on syntax grammatical/ average fools get slapped ‘n’ taxed like capitol, refer to Science as a bad apple/ my So. Cali vo-cals infiltrate your lo-cal thru your dome pal, skin tone’s tha most pallid who deserves tha crow, memorize tha God’s verse ‘n’ go shout it, I Brokebacks like Mountains/ tha toast splash vocal throwbacks accentuated by visualistic italics/ what I’m sayin’ is mystic Kabbalah Islamic, Allah kissed this See-Alike-type lyricist known as Twisted/ Science put lexicography together diabolically outta scratch, call me tha psychotic MacGyver/ get a Latin shorty to smuggle kilos implanted in her ass cheeks, Skalastic got his rap doctorate under his down feather mattress, to featherweight rappers I bring rapture ‘n’ Apocaliypse/ a lot can’t grasp tha God Knolegest, you want some? step forth, I got all of it/ put it in your thick dome like a hollow tip, chasin’ Power U’s like Howard Wallowitz, Milo One’s a scholar but ain’t been to college bitch…

you can’t duplicate how I move like weight baked from Peruvian flake, most crews is fake like old hoes need to lubricate/ flamethrower Uzi spray removes a thug’s face, real crime’s more than half time on a drug case/ I love hate when bitches make tha big butt shake, kick tha base drum to undulate/ boom-bap with sharp snares, on tha yard with hard stares, see all like Horus at tha top of the totem pyramid/ from Folsom bars, the art of 16 bars, philharmonic symphonies/ saw tha glint of God’s teeth, I put you bitch-ass ninjaz to sleep quickly like slippin’ mickies in your grenadine/ simply, I’m tha God of fact, y’all could depend on me like suburbanites was mall rats/ exemplary, I’m here to shock y’all pussy bitches like a dick’s initial entry, abort you as a embryo/ my pen’s a sword, with so much shit in my nose, I should get tha sniff award/ I stand for equality, blue eyed with 1 hand on a spliff ‘n’ the other on a fiery pitch fork…

never embarrassed, I exhale serin 14 carat shit that breaks up ciphers like arranged marriages/ Science al-Sayyid speaks Hebrew ‘n’ Arabic, I lead crews to denounce bein’ American/ leak a verse onto YouTube, keep your purse close to you yo, I’ma a felonious Jew, higher than flutes go/ call me Cujo, y’all like gas tanks topped off with glucose, I’m tha God who bruise notes/ thoughts lost like Robinson Caruso, I brought gauze for you putos effected by causes beyond your control ‘n’ my attention’s been stolen by Truths/ rollin’ menthol squares ‘n’ lightin’ ‘em with a lit dynamite fuse/ the Einstein of rhymes, tracks get ionized, tha rap iconoclast who purists idolize/ tha wisest mind since Buddha ‘n’ Christ, turn my back on you like Brutus ‘n’ Julius, pay your tithes…

got brain will travel, smoke weed outta apples, razor blade tongue, take a 12 year sabbatical/ nickel-plated pen vindicates hatred from within, every day’s tha 7th day, honor Science highest in italic print/ my thought waves is even tha pallidest, tha little engine that couldn’t, never fit in like tha wrong Allen wrench/ livin’ foul, heathens get jousted, 3rd eye clarity, keep tha God’s mind clouded/ God Cipher Divine rhymes scribed in tha Talmud, finger printed tha God so much Twisted got a callous/ King of tha Jews, King of the Chaldeans, I’m a grown-ass man that acts childish…

calamities get handed from me forcefully, swords is semis, I’m tha God yo, so I can’t bleed/ rap sorcery gets served like tortellini, I stay gorgeous sportin’ a beanie, Twisted at tha bottom of a 40 bottle like an alcoholic genie, in charge of my own though so only I could deceive me/ met a Nubian queen named Nefertiti, paid from tha ink splashed by her coochie, it said eat me/ I did it even when she was bleeding, had stupid ass ‘n’ C-cup chi-chis/ chase tha dragon that’s fleeting, orgasmic organisms react to tha tactics unhatched by me sheisty/ bring back tha ‘90s, thought you could rap, Geezus Khrist is hella grimy like knives pokin’ out right eyes still connected to the optic nerve, caustic words accost 1st ‘n’ my terms is cocksure…

suffocate tha track with love ‘n’ hatred, Caucasian al-Asiatic math, stab a ninja in tha back with syntax/ splash crabs like the Adriatic, from tha Mediterranean, I bring back Atlantis/ fog up tha classes of Kurt Rambis, thoughts held captive release Knolege mathematics/ pictures iconoclastic, Gods trippin’ like gastric acid, Glocks takin’ off your hand quick/ put me next to saints in a Catholic statuary, I snort spegack to keep my cabbage sanitary/ cut onions out tha canaries, get a berry to share with me, hoe hot like jars of kerosene/ bear with me, my vocal cords is murder weapons, up in a studio I murk sessions/ superfluous questions destined to congest your next of kin, telekinetic, I set precedence/ pull a residential at tha presidential estate, God Body thoughts is tha temple make tha fake afraid/ my pen carries weight, earn my denarius daily wage when I excavate your scary face/ barely of age to geriatric, I’m madd skinny like I barely ate ‘n’ I’m on Atkins/ I rap like 36 Chamber classic, some rap for paper, my aphorisms invoke sanity in my dome/ invade homes via vocal chrome, Science travels with ravens ‘n’ crows ‘n’ syncopated notes that make pagans croak abrasive like Opus Dei cerebral corporal mortification/ my sword is dual bladed, I kill myself to go to hell ‘n’ kill Satan, torso body arm head leg separation/ festive celebrations, Earth’s already in Heaven ‘n’ that’s my final destination…

ruff ’n’ rugged, spit clips with redundance, strip clubs got some of tha dumbest, recoil tha 5th ‘n’ keep bustin’/ pulled out ‘n’ nutted on tha bitch’s stomach, covet my couplets ‘n’ stanzas that’s tighter than blunt tips/ these lavish labyrinths are like ass ‘n’ tits that don’t need airbrushin’, I flair discussion/ to ashes from Dutch Masters, smoke from the Intertech lights tha Marlboro Light cigarette/ split your lips, get some blistex, you pussies piss red, got urinary tract infections wearin’ fishnets/ fuck tha street yo, you got bitch cred, full-fledged Ted Bundy-type murk tha beat hungry for rhymes ‘n’ my alias is Science/ you need a pilot’s license as high as I get/ cross a ninja like tha Euphrates ‘n’ Tigris, annihilate pale moonlight that shine like my sky blue iris/ high-minded rhyme Einstein vocal tyrant, spread tha purist rap virus global/ tha bell tolls for drovesful ‘n’ what tha God wrote’s always flowable…

take flight past clubbin’, I ignite percussion with iron mic concussions/ verbal virus seduction is like Miley Cyrus with her mind on my 4-9-3-11, never impede tha Pyrex production/ rhymin’ CREAM redundance, nickel-gleam Tech 9 street sweeps, Science subtracts like double-D breast reduction/ cuffed or uncuffed-ed, pay your supplicance to Killah God/ I kill a God cuz it’s a cause ‘n’ effect clause, I provide sustenance with a couple clips pah/ coke bubbles ‘n’ doubles quick ‘n’ y’all cherry heads suck my dick till I busted/ from L.A. to New Brunswick, I run this track meet with magnifique rap feats that cleave you MCs into halves/ crab, you get slammed to tha ground ‘n’ bitch-slapped like Jews by Nazis at Dacau/ my rap douses ninjaz’ ignorance in flame, Hip Hop’s ingrained like Christ’s face in tha Turin Shroud/ I’m a purist lurin’ 85ers to be completely open-minded…

styles is vile, doper than coke vials, visualistic like St. John on Patmos Isle/ throwback to 1995 revivals, thoughts complex like double-helix spirals tha God flex/ keep tha Knolege flossed in conscientious context, triple-optic nerve brawn perky like a broad’s chest/ who don’t like booty that’s convex coupled with dark flesh, bars’ fresh ‘n’ 730’s carved on my neck/ guard your head, make you scream loud like David Arquette, press the issue of aggression/ tha game of life last rites contested, fuck your mami like I got a Oedipus complex with my pale complexion/ 9 inch nail in your stale sentence, 9 inch stiletto in either side of your neck/ my Hip Hop’s intrepid, assaultive rhymes got more buoyancy than tha Salton Sea/ Science al-Sayyid’s harder than pectin, suggestive thoughts get collected brashly in how I express it/ bullet holes exit with no entrance left, my pen scripts Intertech vignettes…

I shadowbox acid rock that rips noggins off sockets, walk how you talk, I pull clips out pockets/ you ain’t no MC so just stop it ‘n’ acknowledge God Knolege, I stand solid with prowess ‘n’ y’all closet rap fags get ousted, Science 3rd eye is multiplied by tha 3rd power/ I pervert tha rhyme outwards ‘n’ start riots under tha gun tower, heavy metal showers peel like petals off flowers out tha driver side window of the Eddie Bauer at Sunset ‘n’ Gower/ power to tha people left in tha fetal position, visited at the ICU, every rhyme I feed is jewels/ astral travel with fleets of holy people, I dabble in spiritual connections, destined to be world renowned like Jesus ‘n’ tha Beatles/ I script rhymes that stain glass like Gothic cathedrals…

no worries, I flow flurries ‘n’ leave tha curvy hoes purring, Edgar Alan Poe with no currency/ featherweight MCs is catapulted, leave scabs sculpted on vulvas, I’m tha ass assassin culprit/ TS is branded frantic by tha scandalous vandalist all across Los Angeles over sampled mandolins, tha rap champion/ established M-I-L-O prior to Hense crashin’ tha whip, now I’m Science Twisted/ a lion pride viciously conditioned with many addictions, in physical perdition for all of existence/ forensics pivoted to be misled, from tha base to my dickhead, I stay ribbed for her pleasure yo…

sentenced to a militant mentality, doper than 75CCs in tha shooting gallery, makin’ pornographic tracks in tha San Fernando Valley, I leave shook ninjaz shouting ‘n’ scramblin’ for air, boppin’ my head to tha bass ‘n’ snare/ cookin’ cakes in tha basement with bloodstains left on my chef’s apron, flex spoken-word arrangements/ iconoclastic, destroy crosses, swastikas ‘n’ also Stars of David with bars that sting statements/ bombard molecular structures apart, you MCin’ is a farce, carve a TS emblem on your arm/ I do hard prison time while you stay placed on an honor farm you law-abiding ass citizen/ I stay sparked like light fixture filaments, my favorite MC is Maximillion, my rap’s like when 9 millis spit/ I don’t bang nor am I an affiliate, I’m always killin’ shit with every breath exhalation/ I’m tha hardest MC in tha nation, I’m Caucasian yet I’m still waitin’ for tha mule ‘n’ 40 acres, call this rap-erations/ a hypodermic verse pierces your brain ‘n’ implants tha Hip Hop vaccination so you’ll be verbally impervious to these lamestas’ representations ‘n’ also be prepared for tha Kabbalah consciousness I came with/ pay tha sin tax for my syntax, my brain in many ways is a bivouac ‘n’ MCs must possess tha nickel-gleams, my arsonry, pardon me, my arsenal is cardinal, I give ears carpal tunnel syndrome/ wide entrance, small exit like a funnel, call me uncle with Medellin CREAM ‘n’ coke bundles…

a militant mentalist, 6 ounce brain is tha difference, spit tha renowned jibberish cuz ain’t nobody innocent/ loc’d up in a kibbutz trained with communal war tactics, Kabbalah came to raise the average/ Stockholm syndrome tha captives, study tha math in patches, higher than savage yet I stay Germanic/ like I had choices, I hear Freudian voices analyzin’ Science’s 3rd iris/ on a state hiatus, I space travel to study the ancient races ‘n’ my seed is contagious with tha DNA of Caucasians, fake saints like Ignatius have made God jaded towards this United Slave mock nation, pocket’s where tha 38 is, pull it for Hip Hop extermination/ determination for tha purist ways spit, split your mainframe apart, rip it by tha perforations…

my pen’s double-jointed ‘n’ gets exploited on tha lined tablet, establish Milo’s name in your brains like a Freudian Oedipal complex, several days past by ‘n’ I rested on tha 7th, express aggression ‘n’ how I’m to blow like hoodrats ‘n’ oral sexes, dressed in dominatrix outfits, you lamestas ain’t the faintest on how to spit, I expunge ‘n’ you all swallow ‘n’ follow trends, listen to rap from tha ‘90s/ feisty, Twisted Sheisty burnin’ lah to get irie, turnin’ tha mic sideways like 9 millis/ I liked T-Boz, Lisa Left Eye ‘n’ Chili, gut tha Phillies, trapped in state facilities for felonies/ put 2 thru your Pelle Pelle, let tha laced L breathe, from Van Nuys to Chelsea, I’m Hip Hop forever ’n’ a daily/ my mind’s a Small Wonder like that character in tha ‘80s show, catch me at 6th ‘n’ San Pedro/ Spun Fernando, pornographic like Chatsworth, crabs get scabs from tha verses I script, go thru black holes to alternate universes, Twist looks for Black hoes to let me get up in their purses from tha back/ ass up face down, let me reverse – cowgirl ya, backwards spinin’ with subversive wordage that’s turnt up/ tha most learn-ed MC, leave ninjaz in splints, microphones get bent like 40s/ scores of y’all get torn like labias ‘n’ childbirth, file down words to lose fingerprints ‘n’ yo God, I’m on that difficult deep thinker shit, deemed Scientific Pyrex sniffin’, my guess, your whole clique’s bitch-made, melt your cocaine rocks with lemonade, take my skills out tha grave, 4 mics or 4 pounds/ believe this yo, tha God either way’s gonna be crowned in full regalia, guns ‘n’ diamonds ‘n’ TS memorabilia, I spit till your dead, verbal necrophilia, classic rap fiend, trade tha pen in for crack/ pensive transmissions get scripted in my mentis under tha fitted, high IQ’s tha catalyst/ L-O-S Angeles, SFV’s got nada minus Science, when I get back it’ll be dope like 6 grams in your nose, gravity falls victim to my wisdom filled limericks, I’ll be here after Revelation, ‘n’ I was here prior to Genesis, I’m garbed in Timberlands ‘n’ Pendletons ‘n’ make rappers throw hissy fits…

catapult catatonic intellectual capabilities till I catch serenity on a rap frenzy/ from tha Catskills to Downtown Los Angeles, I tour around in an ambulance tryin’ to pick tha next victim/ of my arsenal, metaphorical oracle, MCs is torchable, count tha rings in tha green forest/ serene when tha fiend’s dormant, swim tha coral reef, fish out of water Marco Polo Sport with tha dorsal fin/ a microphone fiend cordless, tha 9’ll put 2 in your throat, take note on how Milo exposes lymph nodes/ bifocally, my 3rd eye multiplies Horus’ eye twice over to make tha Star of David sign/ my jin defeats Iblis, 6 ounces is my only physic, poetry flows from me odoriferous like potpourri/ ‘n’ pot flame, high octane fossil fuels, Science – tha name on tha docket fool…

I’m in a love-hate relationship with rap cuz I love to rape tha track, a microphone controller from way back/ stack phrases that could place my name on Maybachs ‘n’ Lambos, fuck a whip though, Hense broke my wig traumatically damaged on a lamppost/ I cram grams in my nose thru rolled up Grant notes/ my lines don’t grind, this poetic prose takes off your pants ‘n’ gets in your ass raw yo, I’m tha God of flow/ spectrums broaden, what I brought with me widens triple-eyesight, my composed compositions eclipse idiots like the Apocalypse/ fuck all y’all, kill or be killed yo, I take no hostages…

merciless, a verbal mentalist, tha Milky Way curdles from my sour sentences, my thoughts are deep like Wesley Snipe pigment/ I like thick hoes with big heinis like Coco ‘n’ Kim Kardashian bitches/ I’m a cannabis advocate, tha rap activist who’s crammed with witticisms that attack graphic to your mentis/ think of tha God on tha 7th day like Adventists, Science is tha father of invention, caustic is how my thoughts’ve arisen venomous/ I broaden spectrums beyond conflict, tha rap Adonis Knolege God Self-Conscious verbally accosts kids/ exotic weed’s up in tha oxygen content, I got verbal whips ‘n’ chains cuz tha God’s words is bondage/ your styles’s hella burnt just like pagan offerins, I’ll emotionally scar you like a foster kid/ it’s Common Sense Like From Water To Chocolate, from Chicago to Lost Angels back to Now Y/ I spit Hip Hop at 90 degree right angles, my pale skin forked tongue sports bangles/ incorrigible corporeal since tha prenatal, filled with anger from tha grave, dig tha knave back to tha cradle/ sportin’ a 40 inch white golden cable with a diamond-studded Star of David on it/ my brain is sharper than 8 freshly forged katanas, I Pesci competition’s flesh like mineral deposits/ they pick me out of line ups as criminal composites sketched, on tha 7th day tha God rests…

it’s an overpopulated Hip Hop community, I need room to breathe, nickel-plated groove on tha record/ call God tha bridegroom? never, you MCs is garbage, I send 16 bars thru your cardigan sweaters by way of foul gestures, sight of my scars make your head hurt, if she lets me then I grossly ef her/ incisor canine bicuspid molar, most of my body weight’s my boner’s, I spit so dope yo, I smoke words/ call me tha bowl loader, brain opener, flame thrower, postin’ covert, I’m tha soul floater/ my body’s only on loaner, my skin lacks deep toner, I speak deep woe terms…

mutilate tha cipher with 7 machetes ‘n’ 9 guillotines, disembowel you mentally like Lao Tzu/ world renowned is how my tongue sounds, verses get doused in flame, rambunctious flamboyant fame/ coitus names from angles exemplary consensually, 5 fingers in it just like a centipede/ American hashish made by a Lebanese recipe, fade tha team like methamphetamine/ vocal with a keen sense, I’m on 3 mood stabilizers, dealin’ with nothin’ but “I” words/ tight like a vise, wearin’ a visor , involved in tha plight of Earth, 6 sextillion tons is my mic’s girth…

who started this? carcinogenic, barged in with lyrical carnage Twisted surreptitious with occultic tenets/ tha post-apocalyptic coffin fillin’ Knolege knockin’ friends with benefits like Jerry Seinfeld ‘n’ Elaine Bennis/ Science brain’s eccentric, biased ‘n’ pious with a sky blue iris on either side of my pale skinned countenance/ I rob nitwits with an iron fist ‘n’ slaughter accomplices when tha pen prints calligraphic/ sniff ‘n’ continue to sin like I’m still ignorant, rip sinews from any lyricist from prison to street tenements/ chinky-eye like Inuits, bleak rhymes is spit on time when tha beat kicks/ tha credo’s vented, put my chorizo in between ya bitch’s tig ole bitties, keep tha pipa at 10’n’ 2 ‘n’ exhale tha smoke in tha chimney/ my BDS style’s stuck in tha flesh so I molest grammar with more wrath than titans or Jeru Da Damaja…

heavily medicated, I’m scramblin’ for preservation, Apocalypse Now with tha 4 pound sound bubble goose down featherweight, your crew is featherweight, verse shoot down tha groove ‘n’ leave a hole in your face/ fame’s my destination, tha Rap Land of Canaan, acclimate to these proclamations stated/ abrasive phrases created that get me excommunicated back to the Isle of Patmos, as a felon I can’t vote/ I pack toast ‘n’ have grandiose delusions, put a gram in either nose ‘n’ show my hubris/ verbalist hangin’ on some noose shit, my brain makes contusions, I carry weight ‘n’ all you vaginas leave with bruises/ perchance I shoulda lubed it, woulda coulda loaded Beretta, put 1 in your neck ‘n’ grab tha cheddar/ graduate of life trife, I stand with a knife, stab you right up in your 3rd eye…

Science’s cadence parades as a tyrant outta rhyme hibernation, Molotov thought creation by tha God Knolegest/ French vanillas ‘n’ chocolates get taken to the utmost when my tongue invades ‘em like Russians ‘n’ Ukrainians/ you bitch cliques is gayer than Clay Akin, tha gun click-clacks ‘n’ I start sprayin’ bars that’s abrasive/ carve my name on your brainstem in all capitals in Spanglish, followed ‘n’ preceded by points of exclamation/ check it, my joint is adjacent to antiswagger Hip Hop from tha ‘90s generation/ nickel-plated statements is hella gritty yet need no purification/ lured to hatred by my pagan excommunication from the American-European ways in which I came from/ my brain weighs 6 ounces cuz my physique descends from tha Caucasus mountain range, I rob Fate with a scarf coverin’ my pallid face, rhymes written in italics, from Lost Angels to Dallas, eatin’ Caesar’s salads/ spittin’ verse ‘n’ flippin’ birds while growlin’, Twisted sips pure anger outta Jesus chalice/ doctor tha ballot, cock tha mallet when I prowl…

boastful vocals quotated by tha boatful, disposable yokels stay at my disposal, grip tha mic with a full nelson chokehold, I like White bitches that got ass like Coco, I chase dragons like komodos/ use my nose like elephants ‘n’ Pinocchio, pale melanin never fails, true intelligence/ crews get wet like pelicans when I aim clips at your head like hair development on your chin/ control weather like a shaman, sever tha necks of commoners, I’m so hard my dick don’t even get soft after I bust, ya dig? verbal Viagra shit, attack myself like Romeo ‘n’ Juliet had kids/ half Montague ‘n’ Capulet, curse your consecrated amulet, fuck with your mind like you got issues of abandonment/ sue God for punitive damages cuz I’ll put my name on your back like Nick Cannon did/ expand rappers’ parameters, you pros sound amateur, my 4 pound prose massacres you crabs’ delusions of grandeur/ you spit bullshit like you ate manure, I Sharon Tate tracks with serin-laced blades that slice barricades/ I serenade Godly lyrics that separate spirits, I give you an outta body experience/ Knolege God, tha Bad Samaritan, holy like tha Qur’an, your clique gon’ fail fast like Ramadan/ don’t fornicate with Science, rebuild tha Temple like Cyrus, sell you weak MCs bindles of dried piss/ Miloek’s hyper than hypodermics that stick beneath tha surface, breathe gas like Jewish Germans…

you’d swear I had a harelip by my devilish grin, I got a rusty metal syntax that revels in sin/ don’t mettle with my malevolent jin, though you’re no threat against me, 12, 24, or 16/ I spit things like bronchitis, gauze tha mic, 2 pawns from tha queen’s knight, slit your throat so you can’t breathe right/ your bland steez gets Christed on tha crosses, tha whip flipped ‘n’ I lost Hense/ I’m here to fill up your esophagus with my cock ‘n’ cut off your oxygen on some Jeffrey Dahmer mental process type shit/ my weak irises stay shinin’, I make hearts race like Pyrexes, take these rhymes ‘n’ put ‘em up your sinuses, Science is like a virus triflin’ to tha rap game, I’m like B complex vitamins/ God blesses me in every environment encountered to show my Godliness to you cowards…

it’s like I take Hip Hop on a case by case basis, as of today, you flash aprons ‘n’ your statements are sanitation/ cancellate you rap vagrants flagrant, you need to pay rent, fuck you post-millennium generations/ engrave tha ‘90s once where your face went, I hope my shit’s contagious like disease spread to natives from Caucasians/ my bars are Star of David, verbal incarnations of nickel-plated Incarcerated Scarfaces/ carve 16 lines 16 times pristinely in your mind, my treatises completely beast tha rhyme/ shit is greedy, every greasie wanna breed with me in tha grand scheme of things, you wack MCs don’t know how to rap beef…

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 strong arm 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”/ militant, this illness gets spilled when I kill cats with ice grill predictions/ devilish emissions as a rap catalyst spit minus tha filter like Shallah Raekwon, cook grams from yae that wasn’t stepped on/ Knolege Killah God leaves a track bloody like used tampons, my voice box is kept in a muzzle/ see Science’s skin tone ‘n’ recessive iris ‘n’ your ass is puzzled by the wonderful shit that I recite ‘n’ MCs is just notches by my belt buckle, my verse molests production like Roman Catholic priests ‘n’ your distant uncle/ twist blunts with 7 gees of Peruvian product baked, from the initial pull, your cock shrank/ freestylin’ about 3 Mile Island, Chernobyl ‘n’ Hir-o-shima with sub-atomic sonnets that leave every kid within hearin’ range jaundice like leukemia/ recruit guerilla troops like Putin ‘n’ Crimea, no one’s as fly as Milo when I’m open, wavelengths get loaded ‘n’ locked/ click-clacks ‘n’ bip-baps bring elements of Hip Hop back, fuck relevant/ regardless of your deep melanin, your entire squadron’s garbage, Twisted leaves tha beat dead like arsenic ingestion/ part your lips ‘n’ lemme stick tha head in, trapped with weak traits in my fleshes/ I exodus to tha gate where my demographic fanatics is waitin’, flash a gat, you better blast tha gat/ these Beretta statements fuck with your head like glass separation in visitations, hoop tha track/ I give rap my 2 week notice, official resignation, my pen nymphos tha page ‘n’ gives it AIDS/ screw sexual orientations, you ‘n your whole crew give off an effeminate representation/ fuck tuck in chains, y’all tuck your birth given manhood between your legs before y’all hit tha stage bitch/ I script raps till my hand bleeds, I Passover you crabs like tha Chosen 12 ‘n’ yeast by-products/ fly as fuck, Science is tha God yet I’m also God’s illegitimate son, Twisted Science ain’t tha 1 yo/ I’m actually more like 9 millimeter guns, fill her keister with illicit drugs double-wrapped up in gloves/ if they bust open, she gettin’ horny ‘n’ hella spun, blow forestry ‘n’ fuck her for half a month/ all over the outside of her cunt you see off-white splurge from my nuts busted, smear it on tha slut’s stomach/ trapped in tha belly of tha dragon with no chaser, Science like a iron flagship, a verbal microphone rapist/ vertigo Serpico horizontal vertical, leave tha verse shitty like gerbils outta Richard Gere’s anus, I flame kids literal like Christians’ lies regardin’ Satan, you pagans are awestruck by these bars ‘n’ cadence, never thought a White dude could spit like this, you’re friggin’ racist/ BDSK-R-E-W, check it, I got rebuttal jewels, iron mics to iron duels/ vaccinate tha rap virus, tha swag type get backhanded by my Now Y speech spoken/ Apocalypse blau blau blau, Southern Cali’s where my foul deeds originated, sign at the “X”, never mind tha fine print ‘n’ stipulations, sky blue irises ‘n’ Twisted Sheisty’s delineation/ rainbow coalition rap, dumb ‘n’ blind idiots get sheparded, I’m God Science Divine/ can’t do much but I can rhyme, I see thru tha veil pulled over my 3rd eye, my verse remains grimy/ only constant is change yet I’ma stay a vocal dime piece, local to global, only thing weak in me’s my complexion/ 6 ounces, inoperative pineal yet tha God’s astoundin’, I prove false superiority’s unsoundless/ I’m tha True Rap Khrist ‘n’ rhymin’ is my way of shinin’ on tha Earth plane/ shifty like street drug mixing, my creed is thug slash liberty, even obsidian Black chicks is into me/ Hip Hop head fury is dispersed from me, Lil Lame ‘n’ GayZ, compared to God with black pens, y’all should remain in tha verbal nursery, become indentured servants ‘n’ think tha world of me/ wise guy Science refrains from swine ‘n’ shrimp, lick tha microphone like Miley Cyrus when I spit, dope tracks from tha ‘90s get pirated when I spit, I rule the underground like Osiris ‘n’ shit/ I rifle cliques with guillotine rhymin’, I’m snooty like the Eiffel Tower ‘n’ tha French/ step to my cipher, kids is dyin’ after Milo One Rockah spits, 38s ‘n’ 380s is pulled from either pocket quick, you know if RZA or Preemo made it, tha boom-bap keeps a true rap fan’s head knockin’/ impregnate tha track from tha backside, rap crabs press rewind to ponder what Science’s mind devised via theoretical unethical shit only egghead crimies find legible/ I’ve been educated especial, solar corona extra shit/ delirium tremens, Miloek Rockah buck tha system, I’m tha pinnacle apex, you need a rape kit to see if Science came yet, I make retro cassette tapes flex ‘n’ get muscle cramps, I scuffle with mics ‘n’ amps/ my mind widths wider than tha planet’s equator, I look at her ass ‘n’ if it’s fat I dive in face 1st/ also I’m 8 times greater than ya favorite rhyme sayer, fuck peace God, these is hate words/ Pun was more sick than Big, enemies empty clips, tryin’ to drive in 9 inch nails/ makin’ cliques have multi-near death experiences, if you ain’t deaded, you need a bag to shit/ gotta hide with tha feds provided witness protection, plastic surgeons stay on retention/ mold tha template Twisted scripted doin’ a heavy bid for stick-up kid convictions/ I leave crowds dented in, I’m a Twisted Scientist similar to a White 5%er/ yet I remain foul, gettin’ high ‘n’ under the influence of raw powder, I’m a man infused to inner God power/ I snort crystal methamphetamine ‘n’ masturbate for 3 hours, I limp like pimps at Hollywood ‘n’ Gower/ jump on tha Red Line ‘n’ head to San Fernando Valley ‘n’ take a shower/ jump out fresh ’n’ so clean, real men slay women, I heard you fuck both teams, yo you know my nose gleam/ my poetic prose is CREAM, I sport hosiery on my dome ’n’ handkerchiefs cover my nostrils/ let 2 out tha 5th, bent off a 5th of gin, I blow hash ‘n’ laugh my ass off at Family Guy ‘n’ Adult Swim/ pry open minds via rhymin’, craniotomy rap operates ya 3rd iris/ on parole I saw Gs in tight pants, really homie, where ya gonna hide ya gat? more gas than 11 tanks of propone, snatch your shine ‘n’ call you No Chains, your name gonna fade like tha high of cocaine/ fuck shades, I wear champagne lenses with aviator frames, y’all cowards’ less than average text next to Wu-Tang/ KoolGRap ‘n’ Rakim, Knowledge Reigns Supreme, I’m married to Hip Hop, you’re just a rap fling/ your shit don’t slap, you need to be slapped B, cameras snap me while I’m laughing/ neural burglaries occur, respect tha rap jooks, real MCs don’t need a hook/ fuck tha chorus yo, Science got his 3rd eye on you like Horus, remain in tha la-bora-tory mental fortress/ my temporal lobe should be directly recorded ‘n’ studied like tha Torah is/ I use fiberglass in my filter like Newports did, Killah God Body not from Ashkenazi/ a vocal sawed-offed Mossberg shotty stays cocked, my thoughts go way back to Beethoven ‘n’ Bach while y’all studio types remain frightened surrounded by an entourage of off-duty cops/ check tha Science, I’m malevolent like despots ‘n’ tyrants, my blue eyes break hymens/ I’m beyond sniffin’ lines, I sniff hyphens, my rhymes is hella tight like teenagers’ vaginas/ shifted from Christian ignorance to Judaism, TS spliffs woolies ‘n’ izm mixtures/ prefer sistahs but I’ll take any chicken, gotta be pretty ones with nice figures, thicker than 6 Snickers ‘n’ petite, barely 5 feet, ninjaz that don’t know me better show me 5 feet/ find tha rhymes I speak is scholarly ‘n’ collegiate, cross me like Jesus ‘n’ see me revert to ungodly ‘n’ heathen/ opt to co-op righteous, my mind has hue, yet my physique is awfully pekid/ more Terrible than Ivan, Science got a recessive iris but his rhymes shouldn’t get 5 mics, they should get fuckin’ 5 clips, I cut tha pie 5 ways ‘n’ smoke a half-gram hit while brown dimes suck my dick, even my corpuscles get numb it’s such good shit/ sell a couple bars yet I still wear a black scarf/ you law abiding-ass citizen, I can tell you just act hard/ break into ya crib ‘n’ take ya flashcard, I’m Knolege God yet I’ll still leave on your hand tha Beast’s mark/ I’m a alcoholic like Tash ‘n’ Dirt ‘n’ I drink at cheap bars at least a liter of Bacardi/ I battle 2 at a time like Noah’s Ark, to 1 in Hebrew ‘n’ the other in Pharci…

tha God Science hogties wigs ‘n’ occupies thoughtwaves like tha Gaza Strip / tha rock I chop ‘n’ sniff is my perogative, I spit non-audible octaves ‘n ‘cock tha 5th to remain prominent / flippin’ tricks of tha trade, Hip Hop courses thru my veins, my vocal cords connect direct to my brains / what I say makes a Pyrex break, where I walk I dominate / I scrape chocolates when they ovulate tryin’ to repopulate the Earth plane ‘n’ erase tha learn-ed hate / I’m tha cure for tha fake Lil Lames in tha rap game, as authentic as augmented titties lactatin’ / crash your graduation celebration ‘n’ take Kim Kardashian back to tha cavemen / I’m tha vortex ‘n’ I’ll send North West to the orphanage when my sword flips…

tha vicious Twisted lyricist template, teach you how to let tha pen spit, I bleed jewels to fuel tha fire lit/ duel of the iron macs, treat you like Fif ‘n’ put 9 in your ass, close your eyelids you expire fast/ can’t explain how the ire’s tapped, tha White Tiger Tyrant with the recessive iris, God of the Underworld like Osiris/ livin’ in a world once inhabited by Aztecs ‘n’ Mayans till tha Spaniard Inquisition left them ninjaz lifeless, Christians kill kids if they don’t worship Christ shit, feedin’ tha Pig Virus like Howard Stern, Robin Quivers ‘n Artie Lang, power’s firm like cocks in wildflowers, touch her liver wet like Nile rivers/ piles of ninjaz fantasize crime lives like Plies, please ninja, I ain’t a street ninja but I’m an authentisized real ninja ‘n’ I ain’t even Black ninja cuz I’m a rap wigga…

stylistic mentalist limericks listed, reflections of Twisted’s great existence since tha cave emission/ laced as God’s derivative in camouflage ‘n’ Timberlands, my stompin’ grounds is purified thought in which I live within/ pistol whip ninjaz in their tenements high on stimulants, not givin’ a fuck, I have sex with willin’ participants/ conditioned since tha whip flipped ‘n’ Hense gripped death, rap is in a dress, deflect tha hits from tha head/ I give double death with couplets of threats, hunt you like Bubba Fett ‘n’ Han Solo for Jabba mercenary – like/ this verse is paradise, my rhyme’ll parasite you at 3 hundred thousand Fahrenheit…

take it to tha next plane, shift tectonic plates with spare dollars ‘n’ Common Sense, intertwine lyrical gunplay ‘n’ consciousness, I leave tha mic jaundiced, I’m a kike, I don’t put ham in tha omelet/ create a slappin’ sonnet that taunts novices, I slobber when I kiss ‘n’ thank God I exist/ corroborate my thoughts of hate for you lame cliques, protected by tha Star of David, golden bars is nickel plated/ vent my anguish with a blade sharp as Jason Voorhees’s, allegiance to thievery, there’s no such heat as me/ ink bleeds for freedom, I don’t need CREAM, I shit on your street team…

groundbreakin’ lyrics, rap fiends praise me when they hear this, master the impossible, I send breakbeats to tha hospital hostile with ill thoughts that place Gods on crosses like Pontius Pilate, Hip Hop is tha 13the Tribe/ murk teams with my 1st rhyme, versatile, perverted styles flaunt guile ‘n’ shine like jewelry at Rothschild’s, check my C-File, I make tha pen bleed, never mix rap like booze ‘n’ grenadine/ keep Hip Hop clean, flaunt steez that causes despondency, there’s no such God as me/ ponder these ponderous thoughts while you smokin’ pot cuz they’re deep like infinity, ain’t no God Body rock tha mic like me/ carry my rap sheet in my pocket, when tha 45th Glock spits it ends your intake of oxygen/ recessive genes, I’m dominant with what I splash like mustard mayonnaise condiments on a turkey on wheat/ I have more seeds than Ason Unique, dick ‘em ‘n’ lick ‘em ‘n’ make staunch dykes switch teams/ print fonts in calligraphy, Southern Cali got so much calm breeze yo, it’s fuckin’ ridiculous/ miraculous above-average attic spazzin’, my thoughts is on an Illmatic status yo, I spit constant classics/ crab stabbin’ with scholastics so dope you start noddin’ ‘n’ scratchin’, sippin’ wine with Dionysus ‘n’ Bacchus/ combative like esquires regardin’ law interpretations, I’ll fuck with White broads if their curvaceous/ jaded by many days in tha bing, my verbal scepter blings, you lepers use too many N-words ‘n’ try to sing usin’ Autotune/ I brought boom laced with baked goods, 98% Peruvian, 1 puff gets my whole physique numb, share ‘n’ share alike, pass tha zig-zag-zig around tha cipher, that’s tha paradigm…

I’m spittin’ razor slurs of anguish that leave kids bleedin’ out they anus, don’t worry, I brought tha rape kit/ TS’s DNA is present, who woulda guessed it? I’m so ill I got rejected from the essence/ instead of knowledgin’ tha lessons, I was stressin’ tha hoes with big butts ‘n’ big breasteses, Whites Blacks ‘n’ Mexicans/ dressed in shelltoe Adidas with fat laces, Dickie’s ‘n’ a wifebeater I got from Chris Brown/ 6 ounce grey matter, 6 sextillion tons of rhyme is flung, all I hear is Killa Bees ‘n’ Science in my iron lung/ irate, this diatribe is flyer than Clark Kent’s cape/ bars get penned by ink laced with arsenic, I gargle jars of meth oil made by Hell’s Angels, grammatic schematics get changed quite capriciously/ remember when he got robbed on TMZ? they should call tha bitch ninja No Chains/ got tha flow game sewed like hymns, got my nose broke like, by tha multiple of ten/ load this stanza in a crack stem ‘n’ spark tha Bic, check tha carbon dating, I always have been…

tha right hemisphere of God’s brain is nickel-plated, in minutes, I violate every parole stipulation/ I’m so dope tha propane tanks stay flamin’, don’t lie to try ‘n’ kick it like my suede Timbs/ filet tha booth with my pen, it’s like a Ginsu, I speak in calligraphy ‘n’ I can see right thru tha 10s’ rouse/ you outspittin’ is a fluke, I keep it at 10’n’ 2 ‘n’ some of my best friends are Jews / so am I though, Milo likes to get high yo, my spit eats thru tha protective foam on tha microphone ‘n’ seeps thru tha cordless from my oral orifice, racketeer on some extortion shit while you lame asses nickel ‘n’ dime it…

never complacent, sever creation better than Satan with my pervasiveness that permeates into lamebrains quick/ speak to passed away kids like Edgar Cayce did, my cadence is similar to 6 degrees of separation/ caged in for penitence, my pen’s pistol gripped in a Pendleton ‘n’ Timberlands ‘n’ scripts descriptions of 16 bar sentences that leave tweakers skittish, you MCs spit beaver lyrics/ joi de vivre makes kids eager to hear this, fuck with tha God, you’ll leave with both your ears bleedin’ like Holyfield ‘n’ Mike Tyson’s capriciousness, I spit that heavy thinker shit, Milo’s a heavy drinker like fishes vicious/ my mentis is tha father of invention, trippin’ like 6 hits of blotter lysergic acid diethylamide/ brethren rise at tha mention of God’s name, accost fame ‘n’ make it memorize my fuckin’ name/ get blunted ‘n’ write couplets that start heated discussions, burn ninjaz like beakers ‘n’ Bunsens/ point tha pen ‘n’ start dumpin’ bars that y’all’ve coveted, I’m on that other shit that y’all dullards can’t get…

friend or foe, this rap shit ain’t got no coast, catch you slippin’ in Hollywood, Tribeca or SoHo/ watch your soul float, expand what I wrote like coke explodin’ on tha stove steeped with B12, it’s still so potent/ poach tha globe, it lost focus, the edges of my nose is coated in dopamine ‘n’ serotonin in Chinese opium dens, goad me to spit from occultic scrolls decoded by the wisest of men/ the archetype of righteous jins, never con-tent, it’s in human nature to sin/ parental guidance I neglected, order quarter-gram bindles of method, treat every day like it’s tha last you’ve been blessed with/ strive to leave positive impressions in archaeologically educated guesses/ I ain’t a pessimist, I’m a realist livin’ under Murphy’s Law, it occurred to me, I’m like 13 separate Gods…

my preference is to show vocal temperance, yo – psych, I go all out like totalitarians ‘n’ krauts/ scrounge around with a 4 pound, take ninjaz’ faces off, I’m tha Caucasian God of Equality, negatives equate positivity, epiphanal validity is never confused mixed like grenadine/ take stance offensively, 8 grams get sniffed into me tha whole time I pray for serenity/ paint like tha Sistine on ceilins with feelins emoted, great rhymes appear thru osmosis by 16 bars at a time ‘n’, scar minds blacked out like too much Bacardi Limon, all ears like Bassett hounds/ held captive by tha sound of my thought wave proclamation, tha most ever Caucasian that’s a mental patient/ by proxy that makes me virtuous, kamikaze Ashkenazi, tellin’ jokes like Gilbert Gottfried…

adversive cursive perversions are blurted, recommend you cover your wig like burkas, I’m an expert in this verbal shit/ I like me a purple bitch, you know, tha sistah girls with tha cherry red inside their vaginal lips/ carry fullys with clips, I’m a cyberbully, ain’t from tha ghetto but I’m gully, burglarize your CREAM ‘n’ take tha Maltese Falcon/ you rappers are untalented, tha true culture purists are all malcontent/ I’m tha thorn in tha lion’s paw, al-Sayyid is hella sheisty, I started servin’ time when I was 19/ labelled a 2-time felon, see my name emblazoned on the shells spent from magnums with no P.I. like Tom Selleck/ locked behind electrified fences, who did T.I. tell on to get a minimum security sentence? it’s vicious when tha pen prints fact cuz Truth shines thru every time like light in tha darkness/ my soul’s so ancient it predates carbon-14, check out how tha Manchurian forged sword gleams/ I open doors like Jim Morrison with tha verbal portraits that’s so ill they gotta be quarantined/ change your garment, I put a hole in your cardigan, the average 85 is stupefied by my artifice/ I’m like Ghostface with tha Scarves ‘n’ shit, I speak in esoteric code with 730 on my throat ‘n’ holes in my nose, yo I ain’t low key, I’ll let tha whole world know that I’m a dope fiend/ chase tha dragon, dragons chase me, stay out tha sun ‘n’ remain pasty, your clique’s like ‘80s rockers with tha Maybelline ‘n’ Max Factor/ it ain’t tha CREAM I’m after, establish my name ‘n’ abilities in tha brains of other rappers/ faith is in fame as my Fate, pain is inundated stagnated as I lay in wait/ y’all crabs should be anxious ‘n’ fear God free from incarceration cuz then they’d hafta come ‘n’ face me direct/ I’m tha king of intimate introspections, tha quintessence of an authentic MC, my pen is heat like genitals/ so hard, my shit’s not bendable, all you cats spit tha same shit that’s identical/ sharpen your shit like water graphite in number 2 pencils, black 9s, shit’s brought to me by the Magi/ they came to me ‘n’ asked to be baptized, I use fragments of my rhymes to bag fat-ass dimes…

the illest since Vlad the Impaler, I slang jail words, ‘n’ exhale verbs needed like asthma inhalers/ all hail tha palest perv since Jeff Dahmer ‘n’ Big Lurch, pull out your baby mom’s lung ‘n’ see who eats it 1st/ lemme di-verge a little, you baby penis fucker, I talked to your ex, she said it only tickled/ flex methods spit out a stolen Lexus with somebody else’s debit, empty liquor bottles, listen to Nas Represent it/ boom-baps bangin’, sound moves, so high my 6 ounce grooves free flow, next to play’s Knoledge God/ Liquid Swords ‘n’ Incarcerated Scarfaces, armed with hatred for shrimp, crabs ‘n’ bacon/ kosher, I’ve been taught code words by NOI ‘n’ 5s, even though that my eyes resemble tha sky/ carryin’ bindles ‘n’ g-packs, I’ll give you 3 rhymes, you give me 3 grams, tha shit I write makes you bleed out your ankles ‘n’ hands/ tha Rap Khryst, Hip Hop’s messiah, take J’s mic from Canibus ‘n’ give George Clinton his Flashlight/ as a matter of fact, we took 5 tabs of acid last night, remember, I’m tha God yo, pay me my tithes/ I’m still 18 in tha mind, teach you pagans ‘bout Satan’s mythologies, Freedom Justice ‘n’ Equality/ Knowledge me tha Wisdom needed to survive in such a dog eat dog, no MC could fuck with Killah God…