Twisted Science Cypherz

voted tha most likely to succeed with distinct methods to my ill madness, I slap pathogens on tha tablet ‘n’ yell domino/ tha Speak ‘n’ Spell Donatello pontiff, tha verse piranha katana searchin’ for nirvana ‘n’ all its amenities, when tha pen bleeds I grift a ninja shifty ‘n’ take his lifeline/ I’m tha cause for alarm, guilty as charged, parvenu MCs flash money, I snatch all money out tha hands of you crash dummies, your final drafts is crummy, verbalize spinal taps, my bible raps is cunning/ in tha final act yo, tha God gonna be grungy, hear tha vinyl scratch, XY double helix/ millimeter stays concealed but easily revealed ‘n’ lives get repealed for realness/ y’all cats don’t know what you dealin’ with, guillotine shit, razor blade slices of tha mind, civilized warfare/ epitomize the end of corporate’s near, chlorofluorocarbons materialize when I forebear/ my sword’s sharp ‘n’ carves backwards Rs like tha Soviets, I wonder which 1 of y’all rappers is tha phoniest…

turn the oven on high till tha water boils, put 48 grams of white in, I’m so spun you can’t see my blue iris, blue steel, hue of the iron, locked ‘n’ loaded, ready for firin’/ gotta protect the environment, flex tha tech 9s ‘n’ 45s, empty tha clips, 16 of them/ Sistine visualizin’, weed twisted tight yo, someday they’ll realize ‘n’ legalize it/ load tha G-packs zipped up in Zip-Locs, fishscale raw smuggled in from Peru/ got a runner who got pounds glued to his stomach, I got 10 coca plants in my greenhouse, scrounge around for every last ounce of CREAM, triple-beam rap, fleets of fiends stick with me, I got double-ups on tap/ approach tha cipher in a flak jacket bubble goose, I spit rhyme, I don’t sell crack, do you see thru tha ruse I crafted?

I rap scholastically since traumatic damage happened in ’96, tha mind’s effervescent, tha true nexus between actual ‘n’ metaphysic is my amiable tryst ménage trois with tha pen ‘n’ pad/ you get smacked with my limp dick, semi-auto gats splash you with vicious sentences with nouns ‘n’ adjectives arranged in ways of fancy calligraphy penmanship, brand TS on tha wrists of the ignorant, I cut sinews ‘n’ tendons/ Science devises lines that’re unpredictable witticisms, evict me from physical prisons in 2 thousand 23/ hear tha sound of God, you wanna mimic me cuz all y’all’re presented diminutively/ gently, I tenderly bend the opposite gender over ‘n’ poke her with poetic words ‘n’ give her this, that ‘n’ tha 3rd/ a backpacker with a 4-5th in his Jansport, fuck all you crabs ‘n’ fuck your rap awards…

my name gets sprayed in all capitals, you fucked up tha game with your rambles, I only fuck dames whose booties is ample/ gats pulled splash fully, from tha suburbs muthafucker but I’m still gully/ I’ll pyramid scheme you ‘n’ pull your cerebellum thru your nasal, rub my anal with your skully/ I augment brains thru tha navel, fatal blows, Holy Grail flows bring tha pain like methamphetamine up your nose/ I snort dope till blood gushes vertical, then get horizontal with a hoe that’s purple/ expertise pearl tongue twirler, verbal dart unfurler, makin’ rappers curl up/ plural murals get nutty on you squirrels ‘n’ show tha girls that you is like them/ my gat’s stuffy, splash you crash dummies ‘n’ snatch your cash money, learn how to rap sonny/ plastic guns blast when you flashin’ some, alter schematics with vengeances, I traffick jams, caskets ‘n’ sentences/ non compos mentis compositions get brought forth by Twisted…

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 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…

started bringin’ down society at a young age, I’ve had love hate relations with drugs, botherin’ my brain constant like a stomach ache, flaunt my place at tha pinnacle summit, C.J. Jung on me would have a field day/ deep throat MC, I ruin Watergate, I fucked emotion, had a daughter with hate, life is very complicated/ we need your cooperation, grab hold of my dachshund in a Datsun ‘n’ shove it in your face bitch/ thoughts run wild while I’m caged in for payment time for my law breakin’, spread your ass cheeks, squat ‘n’ cough/ barrages swarm in my noggin, tha pen is a sword, life negates tha positive, expressions is destined to form…

my jin waited to grace tha physical space, my styles are nimble, Hense tried to make me a cripple/ stipulations in my soul’s blueprint, MCin’ as a felonious brute with estudious hubris/ rap cliques blow like flutes, Skalastik’s tha nomenclature, figure mathematics is 1 of tha woes of nature/ I fade words with phrase perversion, on a verbal excursion, I travel to a parallel universe/ get up in Lucifer’s skirt without permission, existence goes on intermission, I sift tha cocaine 1st/ what you sniffin’? addiction’s a genealogic condition, cut you dicks like brises on the 8th day of existence/ to cipher with tha God you need permission with certain conditions, Twisted, tha man, tha mythologic/ caustic thoughts poke right thru your esophagus, high on phenyl 2 propanol, ephedrine ‘n’ red phosphorus/ Knolege God’s hella knowledgeable like kids that attend Harvard, Yale ‘n’ Occidental colleges/ solid gold hits are in my noggin, Positive Equations Allocated Creatively Evoke PEACE/ tha way that it’s supposed to be, postin’ with my cronies, y’all cats play rap yo, you should get some Tonys/ I make poems bleed, what I think kills ravens ‘n’ crows, I got a thing for shorties with big tits like Raven-Simone…

archeologists duly diagram verbal schematics, scholastic acrobatics happen ‘n’ stamp kids/ diaphragm unlashes vivid ‘n’ graphic paragraphs that damage neurologic pathways, with a mask on I am-scray/ verbal palpitations is caused like viewin’ anime, Jewish Confucius, I skew kids, stayin’ square like tha Truth is, studiously shrewd, I always show ‘n’ prove ‘n’ lead coup d’états against tha stupid/fluid drips off tha blade’s tip congruent to death hindering growth spurts, I snort too much, my fuckin’ nose hurts/ ogre tracks with rhymes swiped out tha holster, 40 caliber rap rare like 3 leaf clovers…

worst case scenarios herald down tha double barrel, perilous garrulous Rap Geezus, strap music claps in hypothetical thesis, biochemical reactions end with nobody left naturally breathin’/ check tha joints, my epic voice threatens paranoid MCs, lick ‘n’ dick tha bitch who’s lesbian by choice/ coy ploys void rapper slash actors, take it past cadavers, my shit doper than kilogram baggage handlers, Issachar, Gad ‘n’ Asher, establish adverse reactions to my pale dander/ lay back ‘n’ filet tracks, I’m a 50 Shades of Gray mack, put God’s many names on her ass…

delineate tha lineage, conversion Judaic, chase tha Benjamins, reincarnate authentic MCin’/ keep my khakis in creases, Timberlands ‘n’ wifebeaters, blow weed by tha gram ‘n’ guzzle vodka by tha liter/ tease words like cyberbullies, cipher with fully altered auto rhymes, y’all surprised Science is tha bottom line/ disturbed like Columbine Trenchcoat Mafia, henchmen with carbines on murder suicide missions/ murk time massive like a mastodon, established con-vict rhyme styles, fuck lines, I snort piles/ hold fort on Patmos Isle, Rambo raps in my rap bible, ash to ashes dust kept in a pile/ flashback to dastardness in Los Angeles as young savages with grams flowin’ in tha bloodstreams/ guns blast in tha hands of thug teams, slugs enter fleshes to hinder life progression, drug fiends rob kids undressed ‘n’ trade a stolen Lexus for decorated statements that’s sharp as lasers, purvey how I’m a subjugater/ ruckus flavors twisted in that Dutch spliff, I bust clips on time with syncopated drum kicks/ blunt scars left on your stomach in tha shape of TS, impede progress with aggression/ my obsession is verbal secession from tha Blow Pop slave state portrayed by you average rap lames…

it’s hilarious about you various fairy cliques, my flair of wit hops on tha Shaolin ferry to get to tha Hyatt Regency Embassy Suite in Manhattan, jooks tha party with Black kids from Los Angeles/ ice grilled, bribe tha DA with 1 point 5 mill, walk away from murder rap cases/ MCs today are featherweights pushin’ ecstasy pills to pagans for Freemasons, I ride tha bus with Method on Bring Tha Pain shit/ your style’s lame yo, check the expiration date, you’re outdated, to see if Milo came, you need a rape kit/ spread Hip Hop’s inoculation thru verbal implementation, ninjaz pissed off cuz tha feds lied about a mule ‘n’ 40 acres as reparations, now you femcee rappers spit like you’re menstruatin’/ even my pen has Timberlands ‘n’ Ben Davis, criminal minded rhyme rap sheet authentication/ drape contagious razor bladed lines on tha pages of time, my tirades ‘n’ diatribes alter the Earths gyration, my pure rhymes are tha cure for today’s lies perpetrated…

freshly, I been like this since tha late ‘70s, pre-collegiate, I teach with genius possibility/ Hasidic Hebrew like Jesus speakin’ to Grecian heathens methodical, schemin’ diabolical diagrams/ expunged out my diaphragm, MC Judas Khryst ‘n’ Ironman, I mean I’m flyin’ how my Science slam/ grams in my nostrils, I sunshine like tha prodigal, tha rap prophet, you ain’t no MC yo, so stop it/ tha Glock spits ‘n’ holes’re left in noggins, rebel without causes, memorize tha Knolege codex/ avoirdupois thoughts is my prerogative, refrain from bacon sausages ‘n’ crustaceans, I free tha nations…

souls equate unequivocal, send you to find out quick with tha 4-5th, empty tha clip with lyrics spittable/ conservative verbal words that’s liberal, convert the Earth when I converse with mental cripples/ bindles effect 4 ventricles like when I diddle her genitals, subliminal, I’m tha pinnacle/ parental guidance required, rekindle tha fires lit aflame, piss in your face, I pen hate against lames/ what I embrace tweets bass ‘n’ midrange, I pen fame printed frame by frame, I smiled before I came/ I brought shame to the arena in a 2 seater, sippin’ a 2 liter, I bruise speakers like deacons with indecent pieces to puzzles, gleamin’ like
deuce-quint guns with muzzles, featherweight cliques get their feathers ruffled/ you slight thugs’ rebuttals get scuffled with, I spit rap supplements that’d stick a ninja in tha stomach/ establish Science ruffer than pumice, eat manna with pundits, brandish couplets that blast like muskets/ carryin’ a ton of clips, gunnin’ point blank dumb kids in tha fuckin’ face unless they all supplicate…

I spin globes Close to tha 3rd Encounter Kind, sacrifice your rhyme as burnt offers to tha rap God/ my flyin’ saucer mind is post-modern, threats get Slaughterhouse 5’d, your rap fodder gets clowned, thinkin’ you Kevin Costner/ if you build it, cliques get pillaged for of age daughters, love is hatred inverted/ on tha cusp of quotient algebraic equation frontal lobe shit posted on a CAT scan after smokin’ a gram/ tha mind is open, a mental chatterbox, raw even double-Trojan’d, from L.A. to Oakland to Pelican Bay/ up to Seattle on tha 5 Interstate, I emanate the innate, verbally trained with tha Green Berets/ Marines ‘n’ tha Navy SEALS, MCs is MIA’d by my vocal spiel, I go postal with no appeal/ corrosive poems get thrown in high doses, gettin’ high with hoes in high heels…

heightened senses, my 3rd iris frightens tha virus, don’t get your Science Twisted, I pirate tha space-time continuum/ I serve authentic sentence, you just spittin’ ‘em minimum maximum, spazzin’, I swing hammers like a pendulum/ tha pen erupts, I’m stuck in tha pen for the interim, seekin’ asylum in tha loose-leaf/ these rhymes make wombs bleed, I got tha bicuspids ‘n’ canines of a wolverine that ain’t fed in a week/ check tha pedigree, doper than tha Medelline Cartel, carve these bars on tha L train, in every which way I’m tha city of L.A./ my 16s send ninjaz to gravesites, my pen’ll raise tha mind ‘n’ scathe tha blind/ raw prior to Pyrex, tha way tha rhyme flex, vexed cuz my pen time’s enormous, I keep minds in orbit/ gazin’ at these portraits painted on tha easel canvas in your brain’s wavelengths…

some chase dreams, I chase dragons ‘n’ Jakes chase me while I goldbrick as a phantom menace, clans ‘n’ cliques get cancelled like tribunal panel votes, in the annals of Hip Hop’s my name, I throw my hand down your throat/ Bram Stroker Dracula, ingest the notes, vestiges posted thru hypnosis, call me Milo without the Otis/ roamin’ thru ninjaz’ domes, I’m never homeless, Science, still livin’ cuz yo, Yahweh condoned it, decode what I’ve emoted/ direct or impulsive, I’m tha pope of this, coca in your nose, what I spoke leads to numb throats/ lumbars get broken, flung the art of 16 bars at tha hopeless, my voice embarks vocal narcosis/ change tha bar code on your wack poem, crab, you get stabbed tryin’ to flow with no pen/ I’m Cali Chrome Triple Crown spoilin’, here to teach tha goyim regardless of my heathenistic choices…

coiled up, ready to strike, confetti tha mic with prestige ‘n’ Chablis rhymes that intoxicate tha mind/ dominate tha fake with proclamations drank on an empty stomach, grenadine mix, drink 40s till my thinkin’ plummets/ remix nothin’ cuz I beast every couplet I touch from tha get go, flippin’ notes like birdies/ determine I’m Berkowitz 730 while you MCs smirk vertically, Luciferic, I burn Gs/ perish tha thought, ain’t nobody exceed tha paragon, raise tha tariff of God cuz deity is pricey/ tha 9 millimeter nickel-gleam reflects light shinin’ brightly, center my chakra, master my tai chi…

wax cuisine’s drafted craftily, verbal plastique’s planted, the impact won’t damage me, plastic bags of keef ‘n’ hashish bricks with high levels of THC quotients potent get thrown in my bloodstream/ fuck teams, I do dirt on my lonely, send you pushin’ up posies, champagnes in my aviators, slappin’ phrases keep you cats captivated, me failin’ is an aberration, tha rap game needs to be revaccinated/ clad in iron diamond plated armored gear with steel toe Timberland footwear/ carryin’ oxes, octaves ‘n’ extra Glock clips to send rap imposters to meet Mephistopheles in indistinct pine boxes, thoughts get flaunted ‘n’ shown off fat like a White broad with botox/ go raw or don’t even go God, tha prose I brought don’t even approach thawed but instantaneously it’s thermonuclear/ drunk off Merlot, my Kama Sutra flow got moves that’s new to her that she’ll need lube for her earlobes/ use my nose like Cyrano with more Black women on my arm than Bob DeNiro…

I’m outlandish, I blow minds like Scanners with cult classic rap paragraphs that add 5 on tha 10 Commandments/ irreverent, heads nod to Hip Hop like Janis Joplin, when Twist spits, all true purists cop it/ novices can’t master chi or grasp nahm yoho renge kyo inner peace, fuck you, pay me yo/ real MCs agree, Drake is straight garbage ‘n’ check it God, Rick Ross ain’t nothin’ but a C.O./ sleep with tha fishes, bitch forever, sign Twisted on your death sentence, fat-ass ninja probably got b.o./ fuck a Maybach, I stay way back on some ‘90s shit in a black Ac with tha steering column cracked/ now what you know about that/ flowin’ ‘bout how you move keys, only keys you moved is when you opened tha cellblock doors/ crushed velvet pelvis motherfucker, I’m hellbent ‘n’ hellsent yet hell does not exist/ Cash Money, y’all cats is dummies, Nicki got ass but she a slut for tha team, watch Birdman get flushed for his CREAM, Minaj blushes cuz she oughta push ruckus for Queens, I turn ciphers into heated discussions/ overdose tha mic like I spit some dust at it, tha land of Cush is where Original Man came from/ 6 sextillion tons is tha weight I carry on my back, you like this track? call it Pyrex rap/ high resolution 3rd iris, Peruvian rhymin’, Twisted Science verses burst right thru virgin-minded hymens/ livin’ tha life to spit rhymes ‘n’ sniff drugs, I spit hollow point line that pierce thru thugs/ peers fear me for my tyranny, Lil Lame, your punchlines is dreary, steer clear of me cuz I’ma punch you in tha mouth I ever catch you ‘n’ sell your gold fronts on Craig’s List, by tha way, Tyga, you was made a bitch…

I throw darts that pierce Kevlar with fierce threats of harm, filter tha filler, these drafts is more Genuine than Miller/ Killah God, tha constellation red dwarf star builder, tha centrifugal force from my bars is greater than a black hole’s gravitational pull, fatal, rape tha track ‘n’ gotta wear a bracelet on my ankle/ brain’s golden like bangles, got it back flipped, from tha grave to tha cradle/ I teach dumb, deaf ‘n’ blind fuckers Braille, got a 9 tucked by my tail, crime’s death, institutions ‘n’ jails/ held with no bail, my felt tip is like dope rails snorted off pinky nails, get high ‘n’ vegetate like green beans ‘n’ kale…

hardcore indefinite, definable by levels I achieve, you can see tha dope in me when I sneeze/ Beirut status, rephrase tha math for the average? never, those that don’t grasp ain’t my desired demographic/ crack addicts ‘n’ backpackers, abstracts ‘n’ purse snatchers, confident in my sexes, I flirt with faggots/ draw tha line, I’m God of tha mind ‘n’ I’m raw as can find, in tha state sponsored confines/ you need to launder my mind, press rewind ‘n’ ponder tha rhyme, am I crazy, sexy, cool? I make drool leak from vaginas/ fuel a kerosene fire with thought, change my legal moniker to Siddhartha Gautama ‘n’ I’ll always be carved up…

aggression’s regressed like my flesh is recessive, possession’s 9 tenths, I got my hands on the essence/ I set precedent with ec-centricities enigmatic, attic’s phlegmatic, sporadic mathematics slap asses hap-hazard ‘n’ leave handprints adamant, attracted to the enemy like Montague ‘n’ Capulet/ Hatfield ‘n’ McCoy shit, attack any rapper that alters their voices, skinny pants fags get hit poignant when I void tha clip, AK-47 shot the Iron Curtain, Helen of Troy perestroika/ felonist zealot, tha king of takin’ drugs like Elvises made of velvet, squeezin’ flesh that jiggles like gelatin…

dully noted, my math is like jubilee quotients, rap woolies get smoked with crystal meth coated up both my noses/ your throat gets broken with tha gun butt of my toast ‘n’ I react compulsive due to my dome gettin’ split/ Vogues ‘n’ Daytons, my flow floats ‘n’ skid marks on your faces, my bars are raw like that flaky shit/ shady, my clarity remains hazy, you pigeons is gamey, Twisted’s brain remains rugged terrain/ buxom big-butted dames with cute face are drawn like chariots, signs get exchanged like Gemini ‘n’ Sagittarius, my vices are nefarious, I carry a sharp hatchet ‘n’ never bury it…

got a thought impediment unless I have a pen, vocal adrenaline focused on verbal modus operandi ‘n’ you rap like you’re vertically smilin’, conversed to me thru your rhymin’, it don’t matter you got sapphires, rubies ‘n’ Lucy in tha Sky with Diamonds, your carcass gonna rot or burn up in the firin’/ can’t take it witcha, queen’s knight takes your bishop, put a price on tha 7 heads of you rap ninjaz/ I’d still do your sister but she’s too slender, hinder tha thought yo, really, I got standards, God/ I pander thoughts, that set you up to get robbed, Knolege my Wisdom, my pen frisks ‘em while I hold tha Glock/ anyway, my pen’s a dude, stick it in your neck, dick up in your flesh, rip thru your sinews/ rent’s due ‘n’ I’m tha collectin’ force, how long I gotta fuck with you dicks like lesbian whores?

I travelled thru the astral plane mathematic like quadrilaterals, Science is tha basis of myriad species, races ‘n’ animals/ compound chemicals subatomically created Africans, Mongoloids ‘n’ Caucasians/ Eden was Cush, tha Mother of Earth got healthy tush, all tha bats in my belfry been jooksed/ respect it, rap development been arrested with waist chains on ‘n’ a ice grill, I’m gonna fight still to bring mic skills back cuz y’all lost it like virginity, wearin’ tight jeans but still try’na act gritty/ who are you? N.W.A. in ’88? I spark jewels ‘n’ before I converted cats thought I was part Jew/ bars get fused like spinal columns cuz when it’s broke it gotta be fixed, Milo’s a rap elitist ‘n’ some call me tha Pale Rap Geezus, some see my scars as a form of 3 sixes ‘n’ I’m at peace with this…

persons places ‘n’ things, aim these nickel-gleam statements at your wack team, yo, it’s a rap thing/ stadiums filled to capacity, you kids can’t fathom me, your weak tracks sound like R ‘n’ B ballads/ raw rough ‘n’ rugged like callouses, God Science Divine’s malevolent, verbalize text messages/ Hip Hops exodus bangs mallets, spit Godly ‘n’ valid, amalgamate what purists’ hearts palpitate/ MCs salivate, standin’ wearin’ Gazelles ‘n’ alligator kicks with my Timbs lampin’ in tha shade/ shoot tha vics with tha 5th point blank in tha faces, lined tablets get intimidated when tha ink pen penetrates them/ your ovulation rap gets impregnated, flex my sage mageness abrasive, splash true rap on tha pages/ your whole clique’s actors like John Cusack, check my syntax, scholastic slash savage ‘n’ pagan like Roman Catholic priests ‘n’ archdiocese that violate all 10 Commandments/ maximize the FM bandwidth to go to New York from Los Angeles, like Pee, yo, I cause Havoc/ avid rap pamphlets get manufactured, I live pipedreams of grandeur, I ain’t a pimp but my rap limps ‘n’ panders/ broads witness tha God Twisted ‘n’ their panties dampen ‘n’ they scream orgasmic just like banshees/ Science’s lines is doper than cavi ‘n’ heroin, got 6 wings just like a seraphim/ blow blunts ‘n’ my eyes turn red white ‘n’ blue like true Americans, bruise your flesh with direct hits from extra clips/ reflect Hip Hop, tighten tha slipknot, Christians is wrong yo, you can’t split God/ praise tha Holy Tetragrammaton, print my grammar in alternate fonts, bend her over ‘n’ stick it in your moms…

cherish me, fly thru tha sky on golden chariots driven by pale steeds, crushin’ ‘n’ snortin’ MCs/ get a rush, shove tha mic up your butt, you get a torn spleen, get in tha booth, fuck up tha board before I even speak/ send kites to tha street, my mind’s got cleats, I’m a Jewish Rhyme Nazi, you like my lines? I got a lotta these/ shine like red phosphorous ‘n’ benzene, offbeat, I cipher with Christ ‘n’ Mephistopheles/ my blue eyes make her uterus quiver, wait, I’m confused, who’m I speakin’ of? hell, all of them/ she’s a devout lesbian? I’ll lick ’er, dick ’er ‘n’ switch er, I pick words that’re picturesque ‘n’ impregnate you chickenheads/ when tha pen spit, it throws death ‘n’ reverses tha effect ‘n’ chases fleshes back to the essence/ aggressively competitive flexist, riddled with obscure culture references, Club you like Molly Ringwald at Breakfast or lightin’ blunts with 16 Candles, composin’ pristine vocal mosaics like Handel/ Milo’s rap’s dope by the ample boatful/ I’m a devout rap vandal, spazz, ‘n’ slappin’ mathematic canticles, held captive with a scholastically inclinated rap jacket with grammatic inclinations that speak out of how I’ll splash you on tha rebound like when I come back to tha streets in 20-23, breathe some keef ‘n’ connect with a broad ‘n’ raise her self-esteem/ my felt tip gleams, fuck a selfie, I’m a non-votin’ felon, pot smokin’ zealot/ caffeine’s tha main excellerent, my name remains’ engraved in melons, the immortality of my fame is my intelligence…

archeologists duly diagram verbal schematics, scholastic acrobatics happen ‘n’ stamp kids/ diaphragm unlashes vivid ‘n’ graphic paragraphs that damage neurologic pathways, with a mask on I am-scray/ verbal palpitations is caused like viewin’ anime, Jewish Confucius, I skew kids, stayin’ square like tha Truth is, studiously shrewd, I always show ‘n’ prove ‘n’ lead coup d’états against tha stupid/fluid drips off tha blade’s tip congruent to death hindering growth spurts, I snort too much, my fuckin’ nose hurts/ ogre tracks with rhymes swiped out tha holster, 40 caliber rap rare like 4 leaf clovers…

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 stepped 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…

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Originally Posted by Twisted Science

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

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I should visit this forum more. Hadn't noticed your thread earlier on, I am mostly in Gen Chat. I dug these verses in your latest post a lot, Twisted Science, particularly the part I highlighted.

overpower crowds with outward showers of anguish, pain from within changes when I drape my pen upon tha loose-leaf/ twin Uzis cut thru your bubble goose down featherweight, is to not emote better than hate? 730 connection nexus to chemicals smuggled by Mexicans thru Texas at half price/ phat lines get analyzed by Science, I rock mics like raw rhymes cooked up in tha Pyrex/ hype flesh St. Ides landmines flex David Koresh, burn like a 9 tech, put 7 direct in your chest/ fly like Pegasus, open my 3rd eye, words align like A thru Z in the alphabet…

these ruffneck rough drafts travel in ankle cuffs ‘n’ waistchains, you say thug yo, I got slugs with each member of your gang’s name scribbled in calligraphy upon it, tell tha world I’m tha King of tha Jews like Christ ‘n’ Pontius/ I rhyme ‘n’ turn a Wesley Snipe ninja jaundice with cancerous conflict, tha brawn of my witticism’s lauded/ my pens a biscuit, take half your face off with it, I’m God Science Divine infinite/ infamous like them Mobb ninjaz is, mics need gauze after I spit, flip rappers comatose ‘n’ put catheters in their dicks/ their hands ‘n’ lips get burnt from tha glass dick ‘n’ crack packages laced with pathogens/ grimace for paparazzi camera lense, splash me misfed after midnight like ‘80s movie gremlins/ roll around with Murdock Face ‘n’ Mr. T in tha A-Team van with tha signature stripe on tha side/ behave immature like Peter from Family Guy, eager to eat a beaver when I’m released from CDCR/ Cali Department of tha Criminally Retarded, spark Benedictine-type Jesuit-like actions/ I’m tha Scientific martyr of equations ‘n’ mathematics, Knolege is contagious to tha lay person in tha masses across the atlas/ follow my blog, make sure I hashtag this, you know what, fuck you, you on that gay-ass swag shit / lemme revert to savage ‘n’ start stabbin’ you tight pants faggots, while I’m scatterbrain on elaborated tangents, you spit psychosomatic placebo rap, predisposed to self-destruct cuz your shit’s wack…

my flesh is intrepid, destined to never to be outbested with tha darts, my crest is charred where 85ers’ necks is/ others try to contest my verbal presence, I even test their olfactory systems like Herbal Essence/ I leave word impressions that flirt aggressive ‘n’ caress with perverse threats expressed like composite sketches/ Hip Hop lessons tighter than slipknots, my pens a Glock neener, flocks of thoughts reverse, kosher like delicatessens/ tempestuous, by tha power Milo’s vested in, mental jewels are embedded in my noggin, locked in my thought process/ waitin’ to be unleashed like coke ‘n’ methamphetamine when Knolege God Cyphah

caught between a rock ‘n’ a hard place, my bars infect SARS throughout tha crevice, guard tha mic with the art of 5 ‘n’ 11/ carve your mind mosaic like tha celestial Heavens, I scar mics ‘n’ my terrestrial testicles make darts rhyme, you penny-ante rappers is part time, I stay scarved up, you diss Hip Hop/ you don’t even know what you’re a part of, really, you just a part thug, I’m out there like quasars ‘n’ quarks son/ I bark at the sun ‘n’ shine like tha Milky Way, vocab articulates agility ‘n’ ambidextrous dexterity, I questioned tha Pharisees at 13, burn trees at tha stake like Puritans/ is it purposely you come off smilin’ vertically? you blew tha jump off, don’t come too close, I’ll bite your thumbs off/ doctor advised me to take some niacin n’ fiber, maybe your opposable digits’d give it yo, I smite words/ sendin’ tracks to Kaiser Permanente with massive head trauma, hand me tha rap baton, I’m in my own bracket/ sacrifice tha pawn, I’m trapped in Babylon, searchin’ for Zion, spend time at phat ass dot com…

ain’t none remotely close to my poetic esoteric merits, the air of my wit’s cherished, I fly in golden chariots with cherubims/ garbed in goose down camouflage, panderin’ deep thoughts, I leave brainwaves in gauze/ raise pawns from tha grave to praise Knolege God often, catch tha bait, 200 dollars at tha gate from state bids, anguish caused by disorientation kept away from street regulations/ speak nickel-gleam emanation, razor wire keep me in my place, PC or GP, I hate tha human race/ gold plated hubris, verbally abusive, tightened nooses wrapped around y’all neckbones, pay off dude, cause of death’s inconclusive, trade off verses with true rap purists, as an MC can I be of service? read between tha linyas, deeper than tha surface, I’m genius ‘n’ wicked like Iblis was tha sheisty serpent…

I couldn’t write commercial rap with a 10 foot pen, I ain’t from tha ghetto but I get Geto like Bushwick/ check the intro outro, pushin’ thought with unique brush strokes, I cut hope short like skimpy sacks for tha nose snort/ dual-edge Excalibur sword swipe your vocal cords, even tha score, you ain’t no MC, you a manwhore/ fuck your team cuz ain’t none as rough as me, scholastic gram snatchin’, yo God, it’s like I got a bad habit/ keep my attic in ‘90s rap fashion, lobbin’ flamin’ javelins at pagans, Hip Hop’s spread all across 6 of tha 7 continents, egregious heathen’s 3rd eyes is widely opened, clean their thoughts with anti-oxidants/ I knock rap fiends ears up out tha sockets ‘n’ leave their brains ringin’ with more bass than Bootsy Collins/ Jew-Tang Tribe/ my canines is like 2 ivory fangs, ain’t none to blame but tha youth at what happened to tha game/ I go against tha grain with potent poems, step on them 25 times ‘n’ 1 line’ll still get your throat numb/ who don’t like a bloated butt? this compulsive murder I wrote shit disables cats like multiple sclerosis/ heavy rap serums invoke cheeriness, crows carry souls, you rap pussy like menstrual periods/ work out flow like Bowflex, in tha cipher, bones get blown, I hand out Kotex via mind chrome/ listen to rap today, all you hear is a dial tone, fuck CREAM, fuck whips, fuck hoes, Twisted’s shit is hella vicious/ set tha Bell Curve with my intelligence quotient floatin’ all around tha mental plane…

flashback to htp colon backslash Napster ‘n’ Black Planet, pins in my neck, Hense head was left in fragments/ increase my RAM capacity by a thousand mill, crack’s tha fast route yet powder’ll still kill/ check tha verses, hashtag perversion, I play Batman ‘n’ jack off with thoughts of Halle Barry as Catwoman ‘n’ Eartha Kitt/ Killa God, 1 of tha most learn-ed, prose vibrato, smoke weed with Otto, deeper than brontosaurus fossils/ words eject out tha vocal nozzle, doper than meth snorted up either nostril/ leaning towers topple like New York is ancient Babylon, all these languages yo, where tha fuck is God? puffin’ lah with tweak in tha snot post-rock form, take it beyond tha next level, ethically cleanse y’all like Dudley Do-Right shit/ I use tha microphone as heavy weaponry in a multi-million dollar jewel heist kid/ woola blunts get me twisted like Science, invest tha CREAM made, you’re wristed with diamonds, God’ll snatch tha Rollie ‘n’ tha chain/ walk away with bloodstains on my baggy khakis, heavy thoughts weigh down you featherweights…

from parishes till I perish, it’s tha whimsical cleric Science al-Sayyid, freeform like cuneiform/ tha die’s been cast ‘n’ crews conform by tha swarm, cookie cutter MCs hide by tha score when tha nickel gleams/ my intensity expands like hollow point slugs versus 206 bone marrow density/ throat concertos sync what I think when tha pen bleeds, I sink my teeth in tha track ‘n’ speak prophesy/ sporadically, condense existence to a single century, cut tha rap into sandwich baggies, splash MCs who try to run my spot, let ‘em know that I’m tha 1 ‘n’ only God/ worth attention, curse tha sentence, offend defensive, rob the old man for his pension, then blend in to tha rap community ‘n’ claim demographic immunity, go work on your rhymes, your wackness is losin’ me…

assault with grammar that stupefies cats that’re lavender-scented, amateur penmanship-types get entered like catheters/ cringe when these words haggle, purse snatcher Science battles dukes ‘n’ causes havoc to ensue/ graphic cues in verbal diagrams, put a quarter gram in tha needle, shove it in tha groove regal/ seein’ dudes switch evil, protected by scarabs ‘n’ beetles, exitin’ spare clips outta my Desert Eagle/ my Christ genes spit holes in tight genes, my 3rd eye blings, 5ths of Remi ‘n’ 5ths of Remington steel spend 10 thru body vests, promise a barrage of threats carried out, Carrdine Karate chops from tha mouth/ knock your brain around, sprain tha sound barrier, feelin’ more pain than AIDS carriers/ Perrier-laced bottles of gin, coddled by sin, on a whim bitch, bend you over then I shove it in/ mention Twist to bitches ‘n’ the entire discussion switches to when their gonna let him hit it/ they start rubbin’ their clitorises/ picturin’ tha God parolin’, involved in nose corrosion, send your mami notes to Milo with proper postage/ oak dick thicker than fiddleen Snickers, 1 bitch at a time Nicki Minaj this wigga with all that anus/ abrasive statements in my cadence get looped in quotation, I go for tha throats of blue coats/ MCs these days spit glucose, I got so many styles in my dome it’s like group sex when I flow…

began as a single atom, sub-atomic, smaller than could be fathomed, solid acid gaseous, travellin’ astral to be established/ began as 1, then migration happened ‘n’ 3 sub-races of humanity Yahweh imagined/ the Almighty God of Abraham, Isaac ‘n’ Jacob, Hebrew’s tha Chosen Tribes, Judea ‘n’ the Israelites/ Ishmael ‘n’ tha 12 princes of Mesopotamia, Mecca in Saudi Arabia, 2 factions praisin’ tha same Heavenly Father/ Yeshua, tha last holy man of any lifespan, before tha Promised Land they gave burnt offers/ covenants, Kabbalah supplicance, intelligence-levels settled for every existence in tha universe…