Twisted Science Cypherz

tha most noblest mogul spittin’ total eclipse shit, go for tha throat, tha poem explodes once it enters your dome/ goad the artificial with the artifice of the emperor has no clothes, 4 pound flame throw your ashes home/ go back to Ben Affleck ‘n’ J. Lo. you rap cliques is like fat camel toes/ I’m tha prophecy once told of in ancient cultures, like aliens Scully ‘n’ Mulder, you’re minor league Bull Durham/ MCs, I murk ‘em off 1 verse son, me ‘nm’ tha angels, I defected from Heaven with a 3rd of ‘em/ I make words cum when I flirt with drums ‘n’ I’m tha 1st to bust with tha paint brush…

aye yo I snort roofies ‘n’ my pen fondles tha rhyme like Nubian coochies in fraternity Jacuzzis/ I’ll fuck you all yo, Science ain’t choosy, what I exude is expert ‘n’ now your mind’s an ex-virgin/ serve terms with society’s rejects, eject tha mixtape cassette, write my name outta sperm on your chest in cursive all with proper punctuation, my jizz burns ‘n’ leaves deep lacerations/ tha woofers’ in my Jeep’s bangin’ like blood in blood out gangstas with anger for foreign cliques that’s never been fully explained/ Milo cyberbullys tha game from tha get-go, chunky butted hoes put me on swole like lymph nodes/ you met my bitch? 1st name’s rosey, 2nd name is palms, don’t get me agitated cuz I spit napalm/ rephrase it, I’ll skeet in your faces, blow weed in Bible papers, usin’ the Old Testament to stay Judaic…

academic eccentric, snatch diamond pendants, get razor wire fenced in from felonious convictions/ civilized U.S. born citizen, 12 Tribes of Is-rael, Ishmael’s 12 princes/ Twisted’s grin switches to a grimace when it’s time to feign ignorance/ let tha missiles spit stealth from tha felt tip, envious jealousness of no one but myself/ spliff tha Ls, literati, cast literature spells, script a capital M on tha slugs ‘n’ shells yo/ pens kept in cello cases, facin’ cases in cells while my brain regenerates cells, intimidate Braille ‘n’ ale to go flat, feelin’ tha ether when I smoke crack/ type Science names in all caps, bone her hard from tha back so my balls slap…

intelligent designer fabrics, collegiate n’ scholastic, million dollar antiswagger maverick with low melanin/ death row relevant, throats is melted, watch son like Stonehenge ‘n’ Celtics, impulsive to cause vocal convulsions/ verbally I’m sculpted ‘n’ well-chiseled, featherweight MCs’ rhymes get tickled with Tech 9s/ blend tha flesh with mind, fine line between snortin’ dimes, I mack dimes with Mac dimes, splash Science vices, keep me tight minded like vise grips, attics’ like Aztecs ‘n’ Mayans/ tha brightest in prison environments, wet ninjaz like Poseidon armed with his trident…

I spin wigs like discuses off Mt. Olympus, tha God found no grounds for forgiveness/ when it come to periods, bitches miss it when my vicious tongue gets a couple licks in/they begin drippin’ rivulets at tha mere mention of my emblem, I leave 16 bar insignias/ serenity’s pristine when you 1st sniff gees, curb sellers move weight like ship propellers, hand quicker than eyes like Penn ‘n’ Teller, young rappers, mind your elders cuz tha rap game was once stellar/ how it blows chunks, fuck rotten tomatoes, I’m throwin’ skunks on stage, leave my full gun on your grave…

trapped in tha rap brigade, scholastic scholar, I got verse chock full of thoughts ‘n’ words/ Hip Hop’s tha 13th Tribe, purvey tha rhyme crime minded, my titanic thoughts sparkle like diamonds/ make tha track gnarl like lions, I’m infinity, swipe lives like sirens ‘n’ serendipity/ God Science Divine’s thoughts pirate rhymes from tha false while sippin’ Grolsh, close my eyes, I have no pulse/ kids study the occult to be as wicked as my witchcraft, switch fast cuz your false gully is dull/ spit genu-ine drafted, lyrics slash your wrist ‘n’ give your brain an aneurism…

sendin’ missiles that cripple mentals like traumatic brain damages, my literal literary conquest bombs thru vests meant to protect fleshes from gettin’ sent to the essence, any contestant best have vocal Mac-11s / get your ass molested, focal tha global with local locos that tote toast loaves, puffin’ cocoa rolled with forest groves, fuck a chorus yo / I ruckus in discussions that open eyes like Horus, corrosive lines erode your noses / San Diego to L.A. to West Oakland, Blest Coastin’ la vida loca la Cosa Nostra type shit / tha brightest minded rhyme kid supplies shit that woulda made Einstein flip / holdin’ tha pen to tha side when I script, lickin’ dimes till they shiver, blow my nostrils I’m so coked up, my dick stays limp / attractive, proper ‘n’ prim, wifebeaters ‘n’ Timbs, lit spliffs ‘n’ 16s in tha clips, Grim Reaper shit, nickel-gleam deuce-fifths / fake crews lit my fuze way back in ’92 before the ese’s was taxin’ graf cliques / tag M-I-L-O 1, sippin’ 151, still spliffin’ methamphetamine with tha deaf ‘n’ dumb / blind you Daddy Warbucks fuckers ‘n’ shove swords in your sons ‘n’ babies’ mothers / decapitate you brothaz ‘n’ walk away with your g-packs ‘n’ 20 bags of mustard / I’d rather have half of justice if God can get none than other, ‘n’ yo, my mental’s on rainbow colors / rufflin’ featherweights with slurs that never change face, quotations sink ninjaz like cement shoes ‘n’ no floatation , copiously’s how I write my name, I only know to go against tha grain…

from tha Genesis, life is infinite ‘n’ goes thru various stages of progression, there’ll never be an end to this / nonchalant, I jaunt thru existence flauntin’ ill witticisms with fonts that shift different like grips upon reality / no 1’s as foul as me when it comes to raw carnality / I eat MCs like pussies sexuality / I pistol-whip a ninja with a verse ‘n’ serve him like dinner / I was Berkowitz’s mentor, my heart’s colder than Polar Winters / my soul’s older than the Original Sinner’s, non compos mentis, I destroy cliques with a sentence / poignant, with verses double jointed / phrases get coined verbally ‘n’ pussies moisten cuz bitches think tha world of me / epidermically I love all shades of girls that’s truly female / White, Latina, or sistahs with tha wigs ‘n’ Lee nails / yo fuck it, I’m still all about tha ruckus, attackin’ fuckers ‘n’ emptyin’ gun clips / MCs is 1 of my pet peeves, thoughts manifest to tha fleshy physique which leads to death / heavy complex corrosive emotions eat thru tha rubber Trojan / iridescent Science impregnates vocals / tha vocal mogul, on point with tha focal tha most noble verbalist, I narrate novels that get the globe to spin in circular motions / I’m passionate ‘n’ deeper than the Atlantic Ocean ‘n’ leave my handprints on MCs throats from when I choke them / I gloat ‘n’ tote machete verses, mixed cassettes get ejected, on my neck’s tatted 730 / I’ve pledged to uphold tha Hip Hop doctrine, of which I abide by / I admire thick thighs, big ass ‘n’ natural tah-tahs / tha Caucasiod God Body Knolege Killah Attila, I’m tha cause to be alarmed/ plebeians ‘n’ the uninformed can’t grasp any 16 of my bars / I stay gritty ‘n’ grimy like used pantie linings / I be tha mighty lion Science, bright as Orion / thoughts splish-splash deeper than Poseidon, I achieve peace of mind with guns drawn / yo, there’s no love lost cuz none was flipped ever by tha God / I lace joints of shwag with hashish I got me from Lebanon / today, it’s like street cred is gone, raw beef fed to tha Reservoir Dogs / Mr. Green’ll pop 3 in your knot / articulated, uplift tha titties ‘n’ separate them / make a penis rise like levitation / commercial logo’s on ninja’z chain ‘n’ when I take it, his whole crew gets forcefully excommunicated / Euclidian Socratic, automatics spitting 16s / platonic ebonics, surround sound’s on stereophonics / I accomplish purist Hip Hop with no accomplice / my ponderous thoughts leave ninjaz jaundiced / I take no Roberta Flack, my rap skills kill ‘em softly / nobody talks to me but I’m talkin’ back with hardcore deadly statements / venomous serums get injected yo, there ain’t no vaccination / my mic’s serrated, check my flow, cuts get deep ‘n’ MCs get snuffed to be put out their effin’ misery / it’s tha men that win that write history / books, shook ninjaz get jooked for ruby pendants ‘n’ I turned 18 in the Intensive Care Unit / fuses get lit when I flair, tha pen’s my mistress, we been havin’ an affair / rabid, ravenous ‘n’ hazardous, call me MC Lazarus / Jesus wept when he saw me dead / Godly, even though Twisted sins like it’s a trend ‘n’ sharply, I stay on the offensive / I take apart MCs like I get paid an incentive / when my pen bleeds, it makes Lil Wayne look like a princess/ my raspy voice slaps tha track with decimals ‘n’ fractions / decibels get active, I smash cliques with no preservatives or additives / I’m straight natural, fanatical in my attack tactics / my theoretical semantics splash electromagnetically, phonetically / death is everybody’s destiny, we all gonna die / just say when, I filet ‘n’ sauté your friends who’s all crazy with trends / let’s play a game, see who’s tha most fakest /Milo approaches with crows ‘n’ ravens / you know Jesus, well I know Satan’s speechwriter / I breathe flame ‘n’ hotwire the emotional part of ya brain so you behave unnaturally / memories is rearranged ‘n’ lost within your psyche, recycle tha psychosis / most of my time is spent stoic doin’ tai chi with my 3rd eye open / tha temple’s tha body, I act hella cocky after I drop a lotta saki ‘n’ bare thoughts are my commodity / Knolege God cockblocks tha cipher with darts of fire / scarved up, MCs get carved up like I’m tha Thought Designer / this is hate beef ‘n’ your time’s expired / fed to tha dogs, I rep tha Gods ‘n’ exotic broads that wear bras with wires / I remain uptight for y’all hermaphrodites that’s inspired by MC Lyte, hand me tha pen, I outspit neophytes / lookin’ like I got skinny pants my gun’s so big, point blank shots ring my ears like a fat coke hit / note this, my flow’s corrosive, nuclear explosion-type slogans from a rap shogun, throwin’ 6-pointed ninja stars at ninjas’ hearts / cut tha tendons in a ninja’s arm, a prisoner of 16 bars, your shit is subpar / I keep tha mug scarved like Islamic hoes, smoke the Optimo then go shadow battle ninjas to keep a sharp dart / dual-edged, battle 2 at a time like Noah’s ark, full-fledged headbanger shit with 2 guitars / ism spliff ‘em, I lead tha rhythm / Christ has risen just to be killed again by tha illest villain Science / baptize tha mic twice, outta sight I lost my mind ‘n’ rewind tha timeline to circa 1995…

let’s take it back to al-Asia, my flavor’s A1, TS embrace guns with blunts laced with cocaine in tha lungs/ complain I need funds ‘n’ broads with bubble butts, I bring sluts to tha cusp/ thoughts corrupted, best MC’s Allah Justice, God Body Caucasus interrupts ‘n’ interjects conjectures that enters flesh, I leave crimson gushin’, travellin’ land like Crips ‘n’ Bloods did/ my brand’s concussions over percussion sharp like dual bladed oxes/ slammin’ like Onyx, the oxymoronic box cutter pontiff, doper than OxyCotin or Bobby Brown ‘n’ his perogative/ don’t cross tha God like Pontius, I hold tha mic hostage/ if it’s true school Hip Hop, you know M-I-L-O copped it, product of tha ‘90s, I test positive for grimey/ I drop octaves sheisty ‘n’ heathens run at tha sight of me/ I break triple-beams, don’t take what I speak lightly, Science al-Sayyid is mighty/ I scope a ninja with my laser beam ‘n’ tha ground surroundin’ me gets covered in empty casings/ y’all fake gangstas portray tha roll like tha Usual Suspects ‘n’ Kevin Spacey/ filet with brazen statements, murk MCs ‘n’ slay tha raven that came to take his soul to a different planet/ I burn coal with verbs ‘n poetic prose, I grow flow from tha brain like white jeans ‘n’ period stains/ astral travellin’ from Los Angeles to tha Manhattan Oasis/ slap crabs with rhymesmith abrasions, left hand’s on my package, right 1’s on tha pen ‘n’ papers/ vent my verbose vignettes as vindication at this lame generation that wears skinny jeans/ I purge nickel-gleam words that come from Intellect Design blinging…

thoughts lauded when brought aloft, gauzed arms with arteries carved by scimitars, my bars are hard yo/ authentic article, no pause, give your ear mental carpal tunnel syndrome, write bundles cuz I spit dope/ stoic like my heart sniffed a 16th of coke, corrosively smolderin’, from prison I live tha code Scientific/ Folsom timeshare, I live life here, Bad Dreams are nightmares, I strangle mics in pairs lives get impaired, Hense killed me once, I reincarnated as tha Caucasian God Body, my name’s on tha Book of Life parchment/ shine like auras, guilty of all charges, snatch your charm logo, call me tha Logos…

orate loquacious with a prais-ed grey matter to mainframe coordination, my coronation was crashed by nameless rap pagans whose points was lost in tha translation, I speak in Anglican slang combinations/ my johnson’s thick as 8 dicks, flippantly I’m Twisted, sippin’ Hennessey, what I spit makes tha paint chip/ I’m from tha ‘90s generation, delineate authentication, my mere presence is innovation/ cliques revere my ink pen’s indentations like ancient sages gazed at constellations in the ethereal spaces, say God’s name 3 times in tha dark in Gaelic, I’m holier than Galatians/ purvey tha most pervasive, nickel-gleam laser beam persuasion 45th makin’ craters in faces/ words sway situations with verbal intimidation, I raise adrenalin rates ‘n’ got rival cliques under surveillance/ A-List MC as how I’m stayin’ curatin’ to metropolitan populations/ changin’ ‘em to congregations with sagacious consecration, true Hip Hop’s tha God’s nation/ more purest than hatred, I fuck ugly broads with tha help of liquid courage ‘n’ urination/ furious at you bi-curious gangstas, Science so attractive I make you question your own sexual orientation/ florist arrangements from the Orient get placed as bouquet decorations in 40s surroundin’ MC’s corpses/ torturous statements, to see if I came, you need a rape kit, I bake shit adjacent to chemists without a apron, periodic table type shit gets placed upon tha pages/ keep within your lane cuz God is jaded, it’s an abomination how you thought that fake shit you affiliate with could copulate with this/ your whole mainframe is softer than ovulation, just 1 of my thoughts dominate a conversation like chromosomes ‘n’ tha majority of tha population, abrasive nickel-plated pale skin/ yo, I’m so Caucasian, gracious loads of notes float, then I spoke what I wrote ‘n’ caught ovations in palladiums/ check it, tha God’s voracious ‘n’ impatient, I snatch golden bracelets ‘n’ give Cro-Magnon facelifts with 44 Magnums that erase you faggots’ entire physical representations/ prevent tha crow or even Raven-Simone from pickin’ up your soul, Heaven or hell is what you make it, you create your own/ serrated flow interrogates tha chrome microphone, heavy dosage poems get flame, your flow’s antiquated like payphones/ travel tha mental plane with a sword like Jason Voorhees’ blade smokin’ a laced bone…

law-abiding citizen, jaws of life’s required to free your mind / Twisted assaults participants that got perty mouths like “Deliverence” / crowds arouse 730, lookin’ like Cleopatra Jones slamdancin’ with Hercules / bones laced with mercury stay aflame, sulfuric acid’s aimed out tha turret furious / a Hip Hop purist, verbal muralist, still trippin’ off tha Purple Tape / subdural epidural life fluid accumulated/ stay tuned, my muse is hate from tha U.K. to United Slaves ‘n’ my T.A.B.E. is 12-9 / tha rhyme zealot, crime felon since tha time of Helen of Troy / my intellect does not abate tha fact that I’m paranoid / build tha real to destroy tha fake, artificial MCs I authenticate, Knolege God authors rage with grace immaculate, concepts scholared scholastic / tha vocal tabernacle harmonize 6 centimeter gashes…

melodic thoughts hypnotic like sippin’ 12-packs, slippin’ like no galoshes, fell back ‘n’ let tha clip spit/ holes in your cipher is seen thru like Amber Rose on a Sea-Do, pimp ‘n’ pander grammar on a preview/ poise poignant, flamboisterous vocal coitus, eat you like Soylent Green, authentic vs. augmented titty buoyancy/ if there was a choice you’d pick me, I’m like keef, beer, whiskey ‘n’ grenadine…

I sling diction that leaves MCs hangin’ like Mr. Cooper ‘n’ David Carradine with his dick in a sling/ tha Rap King of tha streets ‘n’ tha bing that snatch CREAM quick/ I prefer West Indian chicks from tha Caribbean/ thick like shorty’s been feedin’ off carrageenan since she been a shorty/ only “shawty” I know of’s 12-guage ‘n’ it’ll “Popov” like cheap vodka that’a put holes in primadonnas’ parkas/ ‘n’ Cardigans directly hit/ lyrics drippin’ carcinogens ‘n’ arsenic/ come ‘n’ test me like carbon 14 dates/ I throw darts sharp like double-edged razor blades kept behind boricuas’ lips/ 8ths on tha inside of my Timbs/ cyanide rhymes/ higher than 16 hits of LSD shit cuz tha mind of mine’s spent like dollars ‘n’ cents…

I ain’t got a tan so I front 5-2, paint my name on your hand ‘n’ put your mind in a noose/ watch tha lies that you choose, splooge cyanide rhymin’ at your crew, spit tha 9 to put a ninja in a slight snooze/ 40 days ‘n’ 40 nights in tha ICU,I put MCs into comas, they might never make it thru/ ravens crave to take tha fakest pagans away, my cadence displays aviator shades with champagne lenses, Science remains Twisted campaignin’ for social attention in tha vocal senses/ float above the ignoramuses even with tha brain weight, it’s like Fate got changed/ praised ‘n’ berated, acclaimed ‘n oxymoronic/ pay homage to tha Gods of tha Golden Age/ Rakim Allah ‘n’ Wu-Tang Clan, I snoot 8 grams…

these rhymes’ll grope your mental landscape, usin’ tha mic to enter your right temporal lobe, my rap’s tight like virgin pussy hoes unbroken hymens / high-minded Science designed this, Yahweh made Isis outta my right prime rib / tha Gawd’s 3rd eye sees thru America’s myopic mirages, my thoughts pull minds out of ear sockets / spit on tha wax with saber tooth piranha comments, approach tha cipher armed with 2 katanas / tha Gawd emits positive electrons when he spits neurons, my negative fury is lauded / tha Last Days’ upon us so I’m here to save tha lowly Godless when I bring tha thought Apocalypse / a chosen prophet lets tha Glock click-clack 16 of sick rappin’ from tha black pen to tha lined tablet / when I stand Gawd is right-handed, leave heads scratchin’ like opium addicts…

tha paradigm rap paragon, international like maritime lawyers, esquire pseudonym like Tom Sawyer / coy, I void words, parastroik the verse with boisterous Sigmund Freud verbs / voyeur how tha goy’s herbs, my voice disturbs status quo like Jesus, throw terms that make you Van Gogh your own ear ‘n’ eat it, Mic Tyson like Sean Price, you Gods rat like mice ‘n’ heathens / take a rest ‘n’ breathe in tha collegiate scholarly shit that’s needed like plasma pheresis / quote tha Science yo, who gonna teach this ? how I exceed tha most mediocre tedious / broke tha sound barrier just by thinkin’ it, in a cell sick like anemics ‘n’ hypoglycemics / Milo’s tha meanest pyro maniacal, I burn leaf ‘n’ leave lined sheets bleedin’ / verses is fired when I see irises ‘n’ eye pekidness, Pyrex thoughts knot up noggins ‘n’ causes microscopic harm like parameciums, rather parameci / your weak rhymes need to be redesigned cuz they can’t compete with mine, what I speak is 45 cal ‘n’ I ain’t from Shaolin, I’m So. Cal till my life’s spent ‘n’ I return to tha essence / chief executive officer, I’ve learned existence is conditional, so I’m epicurean existential / luxurious furious purist verbalist that murks cliques like raps just a scratch on tha surface shit / I work underbelly with a kerchief, hundred felonies fell from me like David Berkowitz blinded by tha serpent, hundred years, I earned it, hundred beers, I prefer it hundred, aye yo, I deserve it…

stay on tactical alert for when I converse perverse / 16 bars hurt worse than Kurt Cobain / my range of thought shot you in tha face, blood clots in your brain, aneurisms ‘n’ tha same / plastic semi-automatics is splashin’ ‘n’ cause havoc / gastric bypasses, I cut chests open with razor sharp hatchets, I leave tha mic in traction while me ‘n’ tha flyest hina lay back on a mattress / Heinekens ‘n’ 2 8ths of glass, my pen splashes ink ‘n’ laces tha pad with scholastics but it’s all semantics / paragraphs of deadly venom get presented when I split a chin / fitted hats on a wig / you know tha dilly, Milo’s skill reveals he kills civility / it’s tha ill in me that ain’t filtered / a rap contract killer, caustic compositions with consonants ‘n’ vowels ‘n’ pronouns that avow to leave families in shrouds/ CHA-BLAU / MCs I put in coffins with hardcore rhymes kept in tha God’s pocket / I snatch lockets as a Hip Hop operative / my sonnets take a big chomp outta artificial lamestas/ I suffocate rap with a phat epiphany / fuck you fags right in tha ass without a hat on my Jimmy / I vent tha pent up anger on you sissies, this banger intrigues ‘n’ leaves you bleedin’ / fuck reason / pack 16 in tha clip ‘n’ let 8 out tha semi, effin’ simpleton - your life’s been pimped by Science who leaves a psychiatrist puzzled / I’m required to keep my brain in a muzzle, I guzzle tha blood of my victim / son saw it, thought I kissed ‘em / my chivalrous thoughts burn crosses ‘n’ I poke fingers through your esophagus / pungeant like pot ‘n’ tha yeast infection in a broad’s crotch / I honor tha Laws ‘n’ read tha psalms that’re in tha Tanakh…

approach tha cipher mask-ed, see tha crescent from my ’96 essence visit, fly away high like Lenny Kravitz/ spaz radioactive, fake crabs switch teams, my semi splits rap fiends like ass ‘n’ vaginal cavities/ I’m doper than ese’s with tha flat piece, antiswagger, I speak fact yo, I ain’t a braggart/ tattoo tha Wu “W” backwards, tha “M” stands for matter, adverse to your wack verse/ stacks I craft, 48 bars 48 tracks, record vocal cords that smash ‘n’ torch half-steppers/ stab methods into tha verse, use tha tongue sharper than lesbians, refrain from tha white horse like equestrians/ snort amphetamines, call me a staunch methodist, Hip Hop needs an exorcist/ lucky this rhyme is phat like Science pecker is, life is a speck to be analyzed like my crime psyche/ tha 45 gleam, not even Ra’s as bright as me, astral travel, get irie with Bob Marley/ kick it with tha Lion of Judah, Haille calls this tha Science of Buddah/ smoked opium with Cobain, hold a symposium with Peruvian cocaine piled on tha podium/ 730’s on tha left side of my throat, baptize notes when tha God spoke, I rob folk for CREAM, drugs ‘n’ coats/ thug or no, I don’t give a fuck, shoot you in tha dome, take pics with your iPhone, shit’ll go viral/ I could flip Knolege ‘n speak of double helix spirals or teach of tha holy Tanakh, Qur’an or tha Bible/ you MCs is false idols, I spit 48 bars without a friggin’ title/ this verse deads fakes like Michael J-A-C-K, dual-bladed flame shaves MCs with hatred, angst ‘n’ anguish, call me Langston Hughes that’s trapped Caucasian shaded/ I change devout atheists to call me God with a barrage of 4 pound threats, my thoughts is like thorns in lions’ paws/ the OG soul controller cause entire hood sets to fold up/ pay me taxes ‘n’ I still scold you like you’re young/ just cuz I’m Hip Hop don’t mean I won’t employ tha cops to trap you ‘n’ pull your tongue muscle thru ya throat, spar with Milo, I’ll make your corpuscles explode/ you buckle from these quotes/ I carry duffels with kneecaps ‘n’ 44 magnum toasts ‘n’ 7 of my last cipher victims’ toes/ Knolege Born to debilitate bitches ‘n’ hoes with my short bone thickness in their throats/ you ain’t dope yo, that’s just a figment of your nose, Scientific, tha man, tha myth, hand me tha mic I got a 50 gram flow…

stained-glass lyrics shine like 2nd generation Nigerians, imperious gear gets stained like periods / Science Shakespearean furious at tha state of rap, berate tha wack ‘n’ take it back to cassette tapes / fuck y’all millenniums, I’m better than a hundred 10 of them, infestate your Pentiums, process how these Stanza’s stay Blunted / garbed up in bandanas I rob your clique, opulent dominance, I got a lotta scars ‘n’ 1’s on my wig / jooks tha party ‘n’ barge in like a Taurus in a china shop, gimme awards like I was Ty Cobb / eye’s in a pyramid like I was Horus, look over tha river Jordan, I see archangels on chariots / these bars strangle nefarious, I take a hatchet ‘n’ bury it like backwards Caesarians /after CREAM for pies like Bavarians, tha mic broke so it’s been jerry-rigged, I’m doper than Marion Barry ‘n’ Lamar Odom, script lines ‘n’ post ‘em, yo God, check it – my brain’s been broken / all I can do is flow, do it great or just go away, stuck in the Devil’s cage, authorize to raise my level of hate / demonstrate innate proclivities for impulsivities ‘n’ affinities to purist Hip Hop / the antithesis of Drake, Wayne, Minaj, Rick Ross ‘n’ Waka Flocka, I set flame to ‘Ye ‘n’ GayZ / a vocal smash ‘n’ grab, I ogre your habitat, poach words, my mental scepter blings like diamond carats / tha God Science is cherished by fallen cherubim ‘n’ various North Central South Americans / I’m oh so garrulous like bindles sniffed in ghetto tenements, dope traded for stolen pendants, foliage is twisted in Zig Zag spliffs / fuck skinny jeans, my pants’ tha baggiest, swollen diction stabs you bitches like Caligula / Milo’s mathematics can’t be grasped without a Abacus, rap scavengers get splashed at like Agatha Christie plot Twists, tha way clocks tick, I cock tha fifth ‘n’ revert Hip Hop to circa ’96…

buck wildin’ childish with lyrics ‘90s stylish / UFOs ‘n’ alien intelligence, I leave a bitch smilin’ / all tha while I creep with her niece / freestylin’ over boom-bap beats, I’m Hip Hop from tha top of my noggin down to my steel toed workboots, camoflauge fatigues ‘n’ Milo’s creed is his virtues / stay covered like a Muslim bitch in a burka, purple kush blunts blazed laced with 2 grams of fishscale cocaine / fuck fame, you rap sellouts held with tha commercialists spellbound / X amount of rounds float out my mouth ‘n’ poach MCs like animals hunted down in tha African Sahara / Science scheme like tweakers that chase dragons at the end of bubble pipes, belt buckles get tightened / I’m hungry for clash of tha rap titans, I snort rhymes after I write them they so dope / I rudely grope tha mic ‘n’ pulverize competition with advanced abstract compositions regardin’ reincarnation / surrounded by savs, heathens ‘n’ pagans / Milo prays to tha God of Abraham, Isaac ‘n’ Jacob / a Messianic gentile that tries to stay Judaic / tha Vocal Apex, I guzzle vodka bottles / cravin’ to eat fish tacos on a 69, whether pussy MCs or bitches I feast then guide it in / I spit heavy iron lyrics ‘n’ numerous shots is fired, I pick fights in ciphers with my 3rd eye higher than skywriters / Milo rhymes with astral gifts givin’ to him by the intelligent Designer from father-mother conception, XY chromosome spirals, I bless kids with synonyms from my rap bible / once upon existence I battled Archangel Michael ‘n’ Rafael while Guatama Buddha did tha beatbox / toss me 10, I’ll get you 3 rocks / I got tha spot where tha yola rolls / here’s a dime, gimme some coke / you tha flyest berry I ever spotted, I’m a go cop a cookie, spend with me tha night, my pipe’s in my trouser pockets / I got some Hell’s Angel crystal too, turkey baste your anus with 2 ‘n’ a half grams ‘n’ your pussy stays waitin’ for my genitals / you a Nubian princess with a curvaceous body worshipped like a temple / fuck gentle yo, I’m a ruff neck, my rough drafts spike tha punch at high school ditch parties / my brainwaves stay bent regardless with without Bacardi / Hip Hop culture enlists daily for tha army / my rhymes boggle minds, tha God of 48 bars cracks spines when he literize maniacal / I raid record companies holdin’ mini-14 rifles, I stifle tha CEOs that’s trifle then cremate Hip Hop ‘n’ bring it back to life, rap’s Milo’s mistress ‘n’ HIp Hop is his wife / what I write’s a fight track, Twisted Science tha sickest cat that splash scholastic prose like Jack Kerouac / Glad trash bags of hash ‘n’ 2 backpacks filled with crack mixed with rap, I’ll leave your ears ringin’…

noggins is stifled like rifles / holder of tha title / at tha right hand of God’s my rap bible like archangel Michael / every time I rhyme it’s a 90’s revival lyricized by Science / tha country’s divided down tha line of commercialized verses versus MCs / wear a kerchief as I spit liturgic sermons plenty / my shit carries weight like 10 ki’s / I get in your dreams like Freddy / machete fresh meat / paragraphs choke ‘n’ cause a stillbirth beginning / existentially I’ve no ending / splash you like binge drinking / I’m no saint like Asisi / lyrics leave me easily / King me like checkers / feel tha lyrics like a sea breeze / hatred reverberate / return to sender / critics get burnt to cinders / they could kiss tha phallic member / adventures of tha Caucasus God Body / lookin’ for tawdry chickens that’s pretty ‘n’ thick in tha body / Twisted’s omni ‘n’ you’re not even present / 730 with ill
rhymes / but did you catch it / attention deficit hyper / ”Jump Around” like Everlast in a cipher / I leave you femcees in diapers / in a mic fight I sniper point blank / loungin’ like a chaise / chastise tha fake / by tha way / I rock like Iron Maiden / faded ‘n’ spliffed / goin’ through changes like menstruatin’ / tha hook is baited / ”Face tha Nation” / save tha nation..

I pee on you lyrical peons when tha m-I-c’s on fiercely ‘n’ stealth / assault conspiracies with a felt tip / with more theories than Elvis alive / cats get despondant ‘cause tha God thrives on Glock nine phonics derived from Knolege ‘n’ Science Twisted / I leave minds spinnin’ like rims / transcendent till my spiritual ascension / non compos mentis / blow a spliff tinged with innocence derivatives / flip wigs / livin’ Hip Hopcentric / an idiot-savant or am I an enigmatic God? thoughts is flawless / broads take off they bras when tha God spits high endurance high tolerance / what I brought’s synonymous with burnt offerins / tha Most Sovereign Operative / it’s preposterous to assume otherwise / tha Wisest Sage’s rhymes supplied secretive ‘n’ arcane-like trick minds drunk off St. Ides / lame lyrics is despised ‘cause they kill Twist’s friggin’ high / while mine's enshrined / weak Mcs get tha 4-9-3-11 in their fuckin’ eye / as I stand by reclinin’ ready to shine / sniffin’ lines or spittin’ ‘em / either which way / your nostrils’ getting’ split down tha center in tha interim / fuckin / rhythmic systematic symptoms spit by tha Icon in Bronzed Timberlands…

48 bars, 48 8ths, my brain’s weight contains knowledge ‘n’ wisdom, it’s Knolege God, my thoughts barrage tha central nervous system, Jeffrey Dahm you idiots insidiously livid, pitiless is how I render you helpless / big as you is, why you such a bitch with tha felt tip? see Science name carved on tha relics / swipe your ice ‘n’ melt it, 360 Celsius, take a selfie flick with movie stars like Ellen did / negative melanin zealot, 2 time felon, lace tha relish with 4 Hip Hop elements/ sharpin’ my blade, check tha carbon dated, abilities to spit bars is raceless ‘n’ ageless/ my statements are rivulets of imagination on tha faces of time, nickel plated intimidation’s insinuated / praise tha mage of rhyme, sport a jacket, I take Iraqis back to Mesopotamians / tha forefathers were Abraham, Isaac ‘n’ Jacob with Ishmael, Is-rael, clips empty ‘n’ shells propel right thru your pelvis, tha Rap Khryst neuron accelerant, refrain swine ‘n’ shellfish / your compilation rhymes is rag time ovulation rap, bloody messes like after Pac ‘n’ Big got clapped / demonstrative I’m tha most rap dominant ominous, pull your spine out your collarbone socket with chaotic thought processes, I get higher than dwarf stars ‘n nebulas, I’ll send you to the essence / head 1st, I exert expert excerpts ‘n’ remember, less is worse / I stay Osiris Science al-Sayyid, crash a whip like Al Fayid, Gemini searchin’ for Pisces / trapped on Earth, I’m who tha Khryst be, tha rap ayatollah, smoke a bowl of cola till my ears ring / spliffs fade like memories ‘n’ clips empty 16s, thievery leaded me to eons in tha penitentiary, your weak teams’ steezes gets shit on with tha Rap Geezus vocal diarrheas / I leave notes leakin’ ‘n’ skeet on any sub-breed, Costa Rican, European or from Sierra Leone / your swag indicates you’re into transgender benders, I bend words to tha 9th degree / tweakin’ off 200 with 151 in God’s bloodstream, flush CREAM cuz Knolege Gawd King Tut gleams / red beam dot’s at your noggin, sought tha Knowledge ‘n’ Wiz, Understand tha True ‘n’ Living God’s within us, thought’s over octaves set off tha metropolis pensive / transcend anybody I got problems with cuz if needs be I’ll just stab ‘em with tha pen…

4/12/14 ©J. Webb

aye yo, I’m cold hearted, Milo sips arsenic, when tha dart’s spit, it’s as sharp as laser precision, so dope I got tha mayor of Toronto ‘n’ Lamar Odom both in my kitchen, I ain’t as big as Nikko, but yo, MiMi still kissed it/ so raw, you could step on tha rhyme 12 times ‘n’ 1 flow’ll still leave your ears twitchin’/ still draped in camouflage garment ‘n’ Timberlands, Marlboro’s tha new cigarette, the new armament’s the internet/ it’s tha latest Intertech ‘n’ now every Johnny-come-lately think they prolific when tha pen bled/ dense in tha head, yo really, I got dents in tha head derived from whip flippin’, that’s why they call me Twisted/ tha veil was lifted, I ain’t killin’ innocence, in a sense that’s 1 of tha conditions of spiritual indemnity/ my rhyme goes on for infinity released in salvos, you lame ninjaz eat Alpo/ ashy faggots, you use Oil of Olay with aloe vera, your producer pitches while you catch it like Yogi Beara/ I’m from tha Golden Era of rap, you cats’ all forgettable with irreprehensible chintzy bindles/ makin’ my bars sharper with tha resentment I’m harborin’, vent what I’ve invented, send it piercin’ thru your cardigan…

I’m battlin’ you cattle in Los Angeles with javelins / out for CREAM with a capital “M” / je tem / shove my jammy in your mammie like “Gone With tha Wind” / cause you false Gods to falter quick off some top notch scholar shit / easily revoke your scholarships / dumbfound you idiots / leave you seein’ more Blood than Crips with 6 empty clips pointed at your wig / Knolege God Self’s evocative of some head-knockin’ weed smoke coughin’ shit / fillin’ coffins often /fillin’ noggins with pro-Hip Hop politics / switchin’ colluseums to mausoleums / clean like
amoxicillin / tha God of Villains / decimatin’ villages with my quill’s tip…

it’s neuroburglary / get touched / lose your burgundy / quickly ‘n’ fast / spit ill verses till my last gasp / perhaps my rhyme display leaves you idols in dismay / you were demigods / can’t have it both ways / quite a query that is / but fuck it / I spoil it so NOBODY gets it / even you cop tha God’s jewels / spit ruckus into foreign rap functions / you cats get scuffed like toe tips on Timberlands, ‘n’ last night I touched your wifey’s innards when I hit tha skins / I set trends to break, sharper than Schick razor blades is how I spit / get a grip upon reality / my spirit’s trapped in carnality, life’ll never reach finality…

yo, here’s tha skinny, my metabolism, excersize plus tha coke sniffing / all natural, West Coast flow, my brain is gone fishing / slay any MC, tha God’s gritty / whole grains I go against, you false tittie rappers manufacture fact / watch your back, my thoughts is radioactive like nuclear power plants / tha most devout, splash you like shower caps / half-cowards don’t even know tha half / I devour rap everytime my pen stabs / sneak attack Kim Kardashians ravenous / I’m here to put life back in rap like Christ did to Lazarus / reaffirm Los Angeles, San Fernando referred to as Nazareth / AM FM satellite, fuck tha bandwidth…

my voice splash, tha mic gash ‘n’ spaz flame / I maim tha lame with gaps in they brains, I vaccinate tha game / acclimate to tha hate for fakes, travel through space ‘n’ time battlin’ claims of King James Version in my rhyme / dimes don’t mind my perversions on tha surface, my sermons work it as tha Earth spin backwards / verdicts worded, guilty conscience, filthy kerchiefs - I rob with verses murderous, tha Hip Hop David Berkowitz / aimin’ clips at your wig, I pull licks ‘n’ make tha paint chip, nickel plated statements ‘n’ paragraphs in run-on sentence formations / I stay laced ‘n’ draped in Christ’s Aramaic language / Judaic Law / call me tha thorn in the lion’s paw, pause for tha faux paus / I leave tha mic in gauze with tha mantra / pictures of gunshots from cops premeditated ‘n’ plotted, tha legal murder rate is Fateful pain felt by tha Godless / oxen slain by octaves, the authorship of tha novel is authorized ‘n’ spines tingle from tha toxins / I pick locks ‘n’ pockets, my Hip Hop is caustic / I throw flame with no oxygen / proof positive it’s Science tha rap operative, wearin’ a pair of moccasins, sting tha benign 7 times malignant / bars ‘n’ tarot cards ‘n’ weed kept in jars, as far as tha eye could see / Twist’s iron fist slice dark as what tha night brings / summarize sharp sabers, lacerations from dual edged razors in black Nikes / ostrasize tha competition grimy, my mics a Glock 9 ‘n’ I keep my eyes Chinese status with fat butt Guyanese hoes fuckin’, I’m touchin’ they guts with my name tatted on they ass cheeks…

pass tha mic back to me, beatboxin’ or ebony ‘n’ ivory / magazines ‘n’ clips, leave you stiff like Ebeniezer ‘n’ that cripple kid / you tryin’ to play me like tha ‘80’s was greater than tha ‘90s? I’ll slice your face with a razor for your heresy / I flair flippant clarity, flair Luciferic, iller than Lou Gherig’s / arid like SFV summers, walkin’ hotter than tha Serenghetti, when I talk to God at night I spare prayers for Sebe, Zone ‘n’ Cloud / think 1st ‘fore you count Milo out / I got more jokes than souls at Auschwitz-Birkenau / spur of tha moment poems hone in circumspected / approach Twist fully vested, I’ll leave you open with holes showin’ your solar plexus / it’ll be raw, with no protection just so I could cause infection / my mind ‘n’ rhymes stay high like Pegasus / don’t pervert me, I’m 730 with sick hyperboles…

I play tha Angel of Death roll ‘n’ heads roll from my verbal frescoes / I Reginald Denney MCs with a brick yo ‘n’ Blood accumulates like fake thugs at parties / Jake comes ‘n’ your car leaves in whips with car seats / I battle bars in Hebrew, Arabic ‘n’ Pharci / 24 carat shine protects ya neck like scarabs, I’m tha paradigm of perfection / MC aggression’s addressed in my vigilante vignettes that get panties wet / flex, lampin’ fresh with threats I carry out with techs / it’s paramount to note tha tone of flesh / my tone of voice you ain’t hearin’, snort until my eyes tear up severe / rockin’ snow camoflauge gear, my pens are Glocks ‘n’ my thoughts are like Shakespeare / Lancelot, King Arthur ‘n’ Guinevere, Excalibur dual-edged rhymes that slice you open wide ‘n’ divide your triglycerides / how I epitomize wisdom ‘cuz ism is tha wise…

sided, with tha God of Abraham, Jacob ‘n’ Isaac / tha 9 flips tyrannical ‘n’vibrant / flippant, Science Twisted, spliffin’ ism is tha wise descendant of Christ / walk tha plane of Nazareth, God brought me back to life like Lazarus with blessed verbal techniques ‘n’ tactics mastered that damage cabbages inside out / leviathan bouts over a 40 oz of St. Ides aggravate tha mind to slide in soused / sheisty grime like Oscar tha Grouch, plea bargain MCs copout for proverbial reach arounds / groundbreaking, Lao-tzu awakenings, every day I filet brains to attain ‘n’ master my chi / snatch your chain ‘cuz you only half-believe, graphically I splash you half-wits / it’s a habit for me, I cause tragedy / majesty is why your wiz call me “Big Daddy” / never flash unless you blast, yo where your cash B?

get closer to God
in a tight situation
surrounded by black tail bitches
salaceous and aids ridden
Spreadin death
like the Hill Strangler
kill your first born
like the North Star
and babies in mangers
knocks on the door from evil strangers
Intertech nine’s taken lives
and makin angels out of anger
you’re like Lil Kim’s chest
you’re a big faker
like sellin rocks and soap
cause we all need paper
is it safer with a bullet proof bubble goose on
walkin these streets puffin
trees, tighten the noose God
clash of the lyrical Titans
Milo easily frightens the meek
sometimes danger moves in silence
violent tendencies burn the remnants of my enemies
shoot em down
like the Kennedy’s
I had an epiphany
you’re only semi-human centaur
it must be killed
hear the symphony
you play dress up and act pretty
I get silly and burn Philly’s
Pren de lo with Jackson bills see
attached with AR15’s and M16’s
banana clips taped together for endless shooting
militant flight rhymin
blue eyed Bacardi limon
Black Label Jack Daniel’s
Cane and Abel murder route
rebuttal sent in quick
like spending a bill to the rich
arguments ensue
and gun battles start to rattle
the aftermath of a hydrogen blast
bomb shelters in empty cellars
the only thing to cipher
last is Knowledge God
blow away the novice

God cinder block em
God stay high
like Andromeda
God I spit Science
all the CO’s hate me
cause I’m never in compliance
caught cocaine buyin
after I smoked enough to be slyin
the Holy Scion Jesus Christ heirloom
I was raised on a cross in a bomb shelter
get wet seltzer bottle
pull full throttle
go bananas
like Simeons
the rap apostle
read the novel
rhyme phenomenal

for every rhyme I write
it’s 25 to life
magazines unload
from underneath my third eye
heavy goodbye of a comatose patient
he’s in a coma yo
realize blatant lies stated
grenades settin off
taken limbs and brains flagrant
this nine milli takes a rich man or a vagrant
I’ll end your career
like Justine Bateman

check it homes, I mess with domes via poems thrown thru tha microphone, yo God, respect my cholo / my Pyrex flow flames until tha lighter’s broke, I fuck bitches froggystyle until their vaginas croak / Science victimizes entire cliques like verbal R-A-P-E, I drop rhyme while you drink skeet / my voice got cleats, wannabes wanna talk to me like they shot up amphetamines / caught in tha fleshes, been tha God since the essence, acquiesce my arrest records, I take pleas / take heed in tha vein like 8ths of speed, cut fake MCs’ heads open ‘n’ eat their weak thoughts like monkies in Faces of Death shit, abrasively caress earsockets, frontal lobes is kept in Twist’s pocket, I shape my tongue ‘n’ pick locks with it, blame Christ for it ‘n’ hang him on tha cross for it…

I stay perched in tha weed cipher, ready for service with ancient techniques from tha Jew-Tang Tribe / trained to be a true MC, I manifest manifesto destiny with brutal force from the ink pen / plebeians are bewildered, there’s no median, your mediocrity steelo is all filler words / kill tha weak with terms, run up on your turf ‘n’ serve your rap fiends nickel-gleam sacks to show you what crack means / I pap smear tracks, there ain’t no amnesty when I rap, you know I spit it from tha packaging / Science, tha most vicious throat slitter, tha neck says 730 cuz I send cats to Heaven early / respect my cholo, I flex my oak bone thru poetic prose, whether not emeritus, I float wicked just like tha fallen cherubim / shinin’ more bright than Lucifer in his heyday with Glock 45ths, 9 millis ‘n’ AKs…

tha physiological chronicles of human existence begin when I spit this, tha universe emits Yahweh’s eminence which is limitless, He is, will be ‘n’ always has been / I crash whips with slappin’ tracks blastin’ the airwaves, every last facet of your brain’ll be ingrained with flame / your name is flawed, who’s tha God? all y’all is caught by Satan’s claws / I slay fakes ‘n’ ravens is brought forth, my educated thoughts is dual-edged sharp swords / turn rap into a bloodsport, my vice removes vocal cords of you ‘n’ your cohorts / Science coughs ill rhymes on tha mic device like bronchitis caused by menthol squares ‘n’ Newports / tha rich waste jewels on a corpse, I beat tracks up like tramps ‘n’ whores…

I make it happen, cats get clapped faster than Tinactin / action reaction, boomerang that / I’m like Yohan Sebastian Bach, musical mosaics get sprayed when Milo’s scholastic aptitude is raised / take my ashes ‘n’ lace tha blunt / shit gets drastic like fast metabolism out a fat ass / heavy 4 pound plastic guns blast like dime crack hits / find the answer to tha verbal mathematical equation that’s been crafted in tha savage-ass rough draft by tha Refined Ruffneck Caucasian, who’s into havin’ rough sex with half-Black Asians ‘n’ half-Aztec half-gavachas whose nalga’s Jane Blazin…

cromagnon physique, broham with ancient wisdom made in Mozambique / Anglo-Saxon make ya panties bleed / call your clique, call tha cavalry, I sling bars sting my archery / poisonous dart pierced your main coronary artery / go back ‘n’ study tha art of 16 /mercenary verse, murk you verbal cherries, tha way these words carry weight, euphemism entandras variate / my paragraph consumates tha track, stylus to phonograph /Milo stands smilin’ ‘cuz life’s full of mental photographs/ 36 yrs, I still look like I did when Hense splashed me / really I’m more deepthan vaginal cavities, call Milo, tha dentist ‘cuz I wanna fill ‘em all / White, Black, Asian ‘n’ Latina / I’m thought worthy, always pensive ‘cuz that’s how I just be / freedom is a luxury but I spit ill benedictions to keep from goin’ nutty / Milo is Gnosiiix, thoughts flow, I parasite tha host that sups with me / I’m ruck, remember Mack Truck? yo, you rap bunk / a has-what sniffin’ glass cuts / I have blunts, blow ‘em n’ act up, tha vocal paragon God / they wave palm fronds ‘n’ then I’m on tha cross…

I do this for Cloud ‘n’ my people never made it, higher than tha Himalayas, place my name over your mixtape shit/ ixnay you ingrates, Twist is great ‘n’ vents anguish from tha bing, fuck your dreams, I’m nightmarish/ high velocity carats cherished, submachine rifles smuggled in from tha Sub-Saharan desert to Paris/ bash shins in like Nancy Kerrigan, shots spit out, horse ‘n’ carriages, guaranteed you’ll fail like forced marriages/ garrulous ‘n’ glib, flippant Euro-American doin’ bids for entire rap eras ‘n’ shit/ flares of wit with no equivocal comparison, am I tha God? you swear I’m him after I spit/ lavish panash is never splashed by accident, my Spun Fernando Los Angeles mannerisms call for an ambulance cuz Science enacts aneurisms with wordplay, per se, purvey my lyrical incisions…

tha way I do this, I came to reign ‘n’ hold mine down / I disconfigurate brain hemispheres ‘n’ leave tha mic sprained / Judas Iscariot rhymes, competition, I bury them with my illest fly compositions / married to Hip Hop / my pen spits virtuoso vignettes, loco, creepin’ low-pro ‘n’ cuts throats hazardous / tha Rap Lazarus, 12 Tribes, 12 Jewels, 12 Zodiac signs, Gemini on some double twin shit / fitted, bubble-goose equipped with bulletproof, pull a deuce-fifth / shots fired from God’s iron Mac, ricochets catch an esquire in his ass / my ingenuity’s been since tha womb in me…