Twisted Science Cypherz

pain I cause, Buddha, Jesus Christ or Allah, attack tactics take flight / assault tha mic, I brought gauze / vises rhyme tight, walk into tha light / this ain’t our land, it’s Gaia’s / all you Slaves, stay United though I’m biased / most is closed-minded so I strike them with fact / 16 is 7, reliance science ‘n’ math / pathways, tha True ‘n’ Living God has ways to open opticals, ‘cuz tha truth, is unstoppable / locked in tha stockade for what I done / praise to Yahweh, listen to Sade, blaze blaze / say hello to sin, as thoughts ovulate / I call my brain fallopian ‘n’ stay inappropriate I copulate…

tha illest, it takes Science to raze a village down to its roots / where I begin at’s beneath tha rubber of my boots / MCs is all viral yet don’t know tha vinyl double helix spiral, tap tha spinal cords of rivals / tha flyest ‘90s revivalist sniffin’ grams outta vials of cryss, actin’ childish/ wildin’ with witty American lit, literal literary Olympian degenerate / I eat cunt like Ellen DeGeneres / I see clear like cinemas of well-developed bitches named Consuela, their melons jigglin’ / long term goal, long term bid, this shit’s ridiculous / kept locked in a cell a felon trife life in triplicate / I live to rhyme ‘n’ rhyme to express existence / a Christian dissident who’s Christ-like when his pen spits / drip drip from tha sniff sniff, drift away / hand me back tha spliff, inhale exhale, 20 bars ‘n’ clips / funky harlot, pussy stank like fish ‘n’ garbage / I’m tha God so go study Darwin, how we all evolved revolves the artist / harvest weed seasonal, trees of Knolege deemed tha tallest / Paul Bunyon on tha mic, bottom dollar bet, I’ll steal your wallet…

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 1999…

heavy iron rap, I attack Science decisive / revise tha riot act ‘cuz when I verbalize tha world gets cut in half / separate church ‘n’ state , invert birth to increase tha murder rate / scurvy dogs get chased to the edge of tha plane to see who tha God is / all these novices get lauded ‘n’ they can’t even spit if they had a saliva problem / Jesus lived after tha cross yo, he was just playin’ opossum/ slayin’ slang language, let tha flame hit miscellaneous / treasure tha glaciers of ice draped, smash tha tirade with tha iratest / came out tha lion den with David / metaphors simulate my statements in how I’m hatred jaded now thanks to 1,000 years in the state pen…

slow your b.p.m.s, you can’t flow when you got pms / go rep Queens, stay tha fuck up out New Orleans / hood hopper like Waka Flocka, you ain’t even from tha States / rap about fraudulent right-wingin’ / dingy broad, stay home ‘n’ make babies / take Lauren, she got preg ‘n’ lost tha hunger, now she says Mother Hubbard rhymes to her youngsters before bed / your rotund booty’s numbered, Young Money gets woozy when Science verbalize thunder…

I sport skinny jeans ‘cuz I pack heat / packed with deep philosophy ‘n’ thought patterns that splash when I point ‘n’ squeeze / flamboyant schemes to sink MCs ‘n’ test their verbal buoyancy, leader of tha vocal rat pack, tha rap Jesus with an axe / slash heathens in halves ‘cuz they all don’t practice as they preach, their actions is savage ‘n’ they have the audacity to flash with breach of contract/ I’m tha God who works for God, dammit, ‘n’ I’ma take their life back / tha 9 splash, Science flips rhymes into dime bags ‘n’ slangs it as cocaine cracked up, crumble it ‘n’ pack it in a blunt / smoke a bowl of speed ‘n’ take a dump on you crabs ‘cuz it’s so said what ya’ll done to rap…

villainous, lace tha spliff, God still exists / place thought in the empty cylinder, guerilla in tha mist / point tha 5th at his groin to take away his preordained kids / fuckin’ with me son, your ass’ll get eclipsed / ain’t no anal pirate, though I’m tha Big Booty Buccaneer Science / maneuverin’ in silence, like revenge-for-hire gunslingers / shots is fired, ricochet rhymes from novice prize fighters chip tha veneer / ruffneck ruckus, verbal lust @ tha crux of bustin’ / tha way Milo does it w/ Kama Sutra as instructions / 2 dubs in tha blunt, Twist is Prussian / have a sultry tryst w/ a half-Black Armenian bitch / thick in tha thighs, more ass than tha whole Kardashian clique combined / snatchin’ ices off of right wrists ‘n’ chastisin’ ninjas outta spite / what I write’s crisp, tha rap Christ here to antagonize tha mic ‘n’ widen 3rd eyesight

thirstiest, tha rhyme purist, lampin’ in pajamas a happy camper / tacky bastard, Patty Hearst you with nouns ‘n’ adverbs / my mind’s out past curfew / see tha evil man’s words do out of context? yo, I’m inspired by what God said / on tha weekend I’m a little wicked, find a chicken to sip tha spittle from my little spigot / domino hoes grab tha bone ‘n’ wash tha dishes / stick tha syringes, up in arms next to tha “M” emblem / dimwits don’t get it, I’m so livid ‘n’ Scientifically Twisted, doin’ vodka belly shots with 85%er Christians / all in tha past yo, now I guzzle from crystal clear bottles/ sniffin’ crystal with bitches named Crystal with coke bottle figurines / genealogy tracks me back to tha Holy Nazarene / I baptize MCs in tha L.A. River / dope sniffer since ’93 / in nine-seven I fucked my 1st sistah…

grab ahold your rosaries / I travel from Seacaucus to Hermosa Beach, roast tha beef / I stab MCs like cock touchin’ ovaries till they’re shriveled up / like I give a fuck / 14-Unknown Twisted Science, now you know what’s up / 4s with laser beams, AKs ‘n’9 automatics / minds splashin’ math, go back to high school with yourslide rules ‘n’ your abacus / egghead with a capital M carved on his arm charged for holdin’ swagger captive / charismatic half-attractive Anglo-Saxon ‘n’ blowin’ glass is a habit I wish I could rescind / oh, how I resplend / sentenced to more time in tha pentenciary than average cats’ taught elementary, sharp like splinters / iridescent, piercin’ flesh with incandessant threats / wear a vest kid, I’ma borrow this, watch ya step kid / fuck tha sorrow tomorrow yo, today I feel aggression, excessive / I show you how to spit fucker, respect this / you opened tha bottle, now injest it, suck it down to tha worm / punk, tuck it in ‘n’ put your mouth on my sperm / exert just a excerpt to assert X amount of words, bend tha Bell Curve ‘n’Area 51 holds my verses / ghostride hearses spliffin’ herbage durin’ my victims service / ill, still sportin’ tha paisley kerchief worn when I murked him / hop in tha whip ‘n’ chirp it, leave tha cemetery / glib, I clip MCs’ wigs with my dissertations that’re serrated serenades, great grade A shit, turn your hearin’ aids up to innovation, I spray tha scent of hate / cold like November rain, my goal’s to change the inevitability of Fate / distilleries distill tha ill in me, I sway rhyme as sharp as guilliotines by what I say, I shave brains, sow what I reap / so what? y’all dumb fuckers wanna fuck with me? yo, my love is hatred luxorious, I cut a face with a blade forged by Manchurians in tha shape of a serpent / fervent, with tha verse perched to be splurged virtuous to the observant / pay my dues to be of service, lace tha woodwork, chasin’ paper as a flagrant playahater / Prisoners of War, what ever happened to 40 acres? aim to higher constellations like Orion, Science tha britest God Body Caucasion / triflin’ So. Cali 3 Strike stiflin’ style, my vo-cals be like trials ‘n’ tribulations / I snort 8ths str8 outta vials piled up ‘n’ every environment I enter becomes violent / I violate parole terms ‘n’ stipulations with a verbal smile, intro extrovert with a Medic-Alert bracelet indicatin’ I caustically burgle MCs neurally ‘n’ after they battle me they leave faceless / Twisted, a commercial expatriate / lost half my brain ‘n’ I’m still effin sagacious / get tha glossary fucker…

I’m devious whether not I’m tweakin’ off inebriants / cease ‘n’ desist, you ain’t no MC / body slam you Greco-Romans, tha tech explodes ‘n’ divides your soul / call tha coroner, tell him to bring 7 different crows / Twisted twists spliffs ‘n’ blows cannabis in Blunted Stanzas / chickens come across me last like tantric sex ‘n’ friction / bless specific Scientifics shiest / Momar Kadafi type heist rhymes that I write precise / magma magne cum laude, come joust with me / my ingenuity’s fluently spoken with fluidity, I choked a ninja’s neck for his simplicity/ skipped his track on tha CD, went on to rhyme over a symphony / Mozart mosaic, when I speak it’s vocal paintin’ / whips is go-karts, if ignorance is involved I want no part/ I show up garbed in a black scarf / I’m so hard half of my bars don’t have to act tha part / I smash guitars ‘n’ stack darts…

cock tha hammer of tha bammer, nickel-plated grammar splash your grandma / you pussies, stick ‘em up like bloody tampons / fuckin’ fags is fakes yo ‘n’ I rob tha airwaves / praise tha Science, Hip Hop is dyin’ like Sharon Tate stabbed right in her pregnant face / Nescafe, ninjas text message sexcapades whippin’ in Escalades, out heistin’ Chevrolets / your rap is weak ‘n’ your whole style I defecate ‘n’ desecrate your gravestone with tha illest poems / y’all ho-hum MCs, I blow ya guts out/ fuck now, I’m futuristic Twisted, my stanzas’ blunted ‘n’ twisted, but don’t get it twisted ‘cuz Science slits wrists right where tha ice went / you diet MCs, count your calorie intake, I verbally decorate art galleries ‘n’ rob fuckers for their salaries / snort a 16th of speed ‘n’ drink a 5th of Jim Beam…

born skeptic, sworn to ethics / extension cord beatin’ feats feasted, hands down telekinesis / throwin’ reason underground, it’s where I reside flowin’ all-season with tha 12 Tribes / Is-rael Islam, is Science not a ill God? on tilt, I point tha iron in my palm ‘n’ fire at will at your entire block / liars get knocked for bringin’ fakeness / Milo Bring Down Society with BDS ‘n’ any which way I make it’s tres bien / taken aback at how I clap ‘n’ cascades splash at all these effin’ new wave cats / fraidy cats, faces get smacked ‘n’ crabs collapse off palladiums at tri-state stadiums / my new jack ways chase tha rabid dragon rapid ‘n’ when I catch it I’ma wax it from that back ‘n’ smack it, ‘n’ slap it in tha face with a black ratchet / after tha blastin’ happens I just walk away laughin’…

tha verbal hedonist, make tha needle skip from tha Hip Hop verse written on the leaflet / sippin’ fine wine like Dionysus ‘n’ Bacchus, rhymes recited the exact same color of my iris / fatal attraction to Isis with a pierced naval, tongue ‘n’ nasal / poor ‘n’ righteously I’m immortal, in oral quarrels your gord’ll catch a sword full of aggression / try to speak to tha God like Metro-Goldwin Meyer ‘n’ Charleton Heston dressed in robes throwin’ his best Moses impression / I speak impetuous tempestuous, thoughts rip desperate ninjas desolate / bitches undulate fat booties ‘n’ fags suffocate to tha scent of coochies, grungy hoe, change ya drawers yo / lyricy from a rap purist slappin’ you swag scallywag bastards’ ass cheeks, rapidly I break vocal chastity/ single-handedly I’m here to bring the art of rap back to tha forefront / I lean towards blunts ‘n’ y’all is like 3 or 4 cunts with pus-y sores in tha front / with excess ink splashed, stupid piercings ‘n’ weirdo haircuts / fuckin’ lames, you look ‘n’ sound tha same / trendy-ass commercialists, y’all all fucked up tha game/ pretty boys, from Southern Cali to Des Moines to NYC, take your ass below tha Mason-Dixon, you ain’t no MCs / I rep tha Blest Coast ‘cuz I said so, I stay head above tha rest ‘cuz y’all beats sound like techno / waitin’ for time in tha bing like escrow, tha man pull my strings like Jepetto, my metaphors got tha deepest depth ‘n’ I got tha most pekid flesh / when I spoke, Jesus wept, 730's on my throat, Arm Leg Leg Arm Head / bars is fresher, call me tha sentence molester, paragraph undresser ‘n’ my phrases is like rude gestures / fissures shows in pictures of 40 year young sistahs with asses so gargantuan you could see it when they sittin’ / Breakfast At Tiffany’s, clap God ‘n’ have a bath in Chablis untactfully / hack into your Twitter account ‘n’ talk about how you like to put it in yo’ mouth while you get fucked by a shaft from its head to its nuts…

multiply divide, I void ‘n’ nullify ninjas, poised to plug a hole in tha dike, reality bites royal / toil ‘n’ enjoy tha spoils that unfoil from when after tha crack boils ‘n’ cats let tha grams broil / thoughts is gothic like gargoyles caught in tha process of bein’ unloyal, guardin’ tha spot with forty 40 Glocks / y’all poultry been told of me ‘n’ I’m callous / vision tha story told by me, I hold tha Maltese Falcon / wildin’ out doused in liquid violence, Twisted Science spits ‘n’ bitches smile at him / write a hymn, tires ‘n’ rims / hear my shit your required to trip like flippin’ off some mushrooms / I spit tha Hip Hop classic like this was Crushgroove…

chasin’ ravens away from graves, it’s tha most acclaim-ed, with more name than Satan, I can’t be seen tha way tha wave’s bent / hidden attack mode, submit to Twisted, how I unhatch flow, unmatchable collabos travel astral / sharper than a axe, my bars clash shackled, Scrabble craft infallible my faculties catapult in what I dabble / ratchets attached with homemade silencers, blow mics thru tha amplifiers ‘n’ holes thru matching attire, choirs of esquires inquire friars regarding tha son / jump into tha firin’ line guarded by guns / runnin’ up on MCs that all pretend to be rough, my rugged drafts splash lust on all you
has-whats…

MCs see me in Bad Dreams, a So. Cal so-called Bad Seed from tha backstreets of San Fernando Valley / my vitality’s to foul verb-als, American Curves scouts some fine-ass birds / drop tha hammer, courts adjourn with meticulous lawyer grammar / yo pimp, my thoughts pander bars n I got danderuff on my scar / I go to work with a white ascot as a scarf as tha universal mascot for 16 bars / flip tha cards, make nothin outta somethin / I switch ciphers into heavy theologic discussions / put thoughts in knots n they overrun like faucets / pay Knolege Science hommage cuz I hold a brain hostage n accost it caustic / I’m soverign while all you bitches’ sippin n slobberin Twisted, givin more neck than ostriches / I speak prophecy like tha book of Enoch in tha Apocrypha n you all should hail true Hip Hop

tha crown scrounge around / tha way it sound sounds like a hundred rounds / thoughts rip out cartilage / put up a tarp / tha God of art / articulate, lick tha bitch down to her ligaments with ill styles blunted / honey had him flippin’ pilates with her / went to God for booty-calls to let him rock tha cock up in her / whips n chains / dick riders give Atlanta’s branch stamina / Twisted Science tha Pen Champ lampin’ pensive / serve a sentence behind tha cameras / savages sniffin’ ‘caine n shards of pink champagne/ I’m starved with rap pangs I feed everyday / Lil Debbie cakes / spread your brain n I’ll feast it / I wolverine cerebrums n beat ‘em / girl, I’ll make your hair curl like Hasidi / aqui yo, look at me is how I greet a kid / we should all be Messianic, I’m tha Pekid Rap Jesus / Yeshua, Yirma Yahu / wait, I thought I lost you / really God, what’s tha cost of truth? droppin’ jewels of knowledge from Knolege’s noggin / it’s what my job is / rather my hobby / my job involves Glocks n robbery, n I’m locked in my 11 x 13 office hostage in tha bing plottin’ tha next sting in 2023...

crowds are captivated ‘n’ vaccinated ‘n’ brains are left in disarray when I sway my pen, I’m in tha trade of sin ‘n’ earn Earthly wages / tha rage of a Caucasian caged in advantageous ‘n’ I’m titillated by tha way I spit / fill your face with an iron clip, grace under fire / my sky blue irises are recessive, anti-depressants dressed in leotards / stop eyein’ my bulge yo, feel like I’m dyin’ slow from multiple sclerosis of tha dome / hone in on my strengths of vocalized martial artistry, chinky eyes’ how I reside, I build tha cross with carpentry / I choke ninjas with they own arteries, leviathan elocution generated mighty bars, War of tha Stars like George Lucas / I brood with witty exclusives that’s explicit, keep you knot distant, I just may kiss it ‘n’ order death upon the ignorant/ I’ve just 1 question, are you a friggin’ idiot?

give a rat’s ass about your swag crab, work on your vocab broham, I’m doper than a quarter-gram smoked or slammed or thrown up your nostril / Socrates ‘n’ Aristotle, tropical trees puff Hippocrates/ thoughts Mephistopheles major, show up to a cipher with 16s hot ‘n’ humid like equator breeze / more rude than maître d’s straight trained in gay pa-ree / I don’t like it when bitches kiss, that shit is gay to me / praise me, I wrote a rhyme that broke tha nine’s safety / fully auto y’all that talk a good talk, cyber bully y’all with verbal bullets / in tha ‘80s I rocked a mullet, in ’95 tha Purple Tape preached upon tha pulpit / well-sculpted sultan Science brolic metabolic apostle apostrophe, it’s tha God in me ‘n’ I follow policy / fuck college ‘n’ olive branches get snapped in half, Clark Wallabees show me off scholarly…

witty with tha wordplay, subvert tha cities with my urbane flow like grade “A” blow that cakes tha rim of your nose / I been sick since tha genesis of the United States’ segregation from tha British kids / I talk shock like Howard Stern on Ritalin, tha God on terra firma like tha RZA ‘n’ them / malitov thoughts burn slow from L.A. barrios back to boroughs / I burgle neurals, Africoid to Euro, fuck tha world like buxom girls that’s voluptuous that’s thick in tha thighs, pull out, turn her around ‘n’ bust gizm in her eyes / but still you can’t see me, so much smoke in tha tee pee from me ‘n’ my folk smokin’ tha green leaf / I streetsweep any MC, believe me, you ain’t gotta be from a ghetto to be ghetto / say hello to my little friend, tha lead goes in thru your throat, ya shoulda thought yo before you fucken’ spoke…

tracks is heavily sedated like opiates to tracheas, tha haziest, dragon chasin’ MCs, my flow’s subterranean / transliterate my name to Transylvanian, Russian or which ever has backwards “Rs” in its languages / purveyor of wicked ways, obliterate you half-wayers / my distinct style’s handmade while your shit was created on conveyors / where I’m from we’re all haters, tha gun sprays 1st ‘n’ I become a taker / breathin’ heavy like Darth Vader, sportin’ a paisley scarf ‘n’ a fist fulla razors, Milo’s mindstate is multi-layered / excavate from my brain demons ‘n’ cut Satan’s face off, wavin’ my dual-bladed sword, let’s see who plays God/ incinerate when I expatiate words of flame / flourish when I nourish a purist who can endure what I encourage / it’s many fewer, delve the aint’s that ain’t doers / mini-chickens got tha contour ‘n’ heavy allure / skewer minds open like 3 lines of coke ‘n’ a fat bowl of prope dope with my elongated pupils freebasin’ / behold, tha pale horse I’m on, workin’ for God / takin’ lives away from tha beginning of tha song…

my narratives is novels, autobiographic 24 carats in a pair of clips, spared tha tariff I inherited / heretics is squares on barren land, reach the oasis, tha Amadeus Mozart of rap creates when tha AK spit / middle finger to your earhole like dicks in labias, pull out ‘n’ cum in tha radius of her face ‘n’ miscellaneous / commercial rappers get choked wearin’ logos of corporation affiliation on their chains ‘n’ shit / I stay subterranean ‘cuz underground’s where Hip Hop remains untainted / I’ma skip tha nation ‘n’ change my name to French Canadian ‘n’ start sprayin’ verbal abrasions / lacerations, there’s no vaccination or innoculation to protect away from tha blatant flagrant hatred in my statements / defamation of characters, decoration with characatures armed with Derringers, I swear y’all act like Tom Berrenger with your Screen Actors’ Guild card / I’ve many scars on my dome ‘n’ wear a scarf when I rob foes/ if you got hoes, protect ‘em ‘cuz I’m chasin’ that gushy cock pussy, just to let in on it, I’m Twisted…

poison stings ring when my pen exploits tha ink ‘n’ you trinket MCs attempt to splash me, you tacky rat finks / with your ordinary Maybach rap forged in a massive factory, you corny hacks can’t equal half of me / coronary attacks, my sword stabs these bastards like golden plated daggers ‘n’ choke ‘em with they own swagger / half-ass attempted rappers, reverse tha track ‘n’ spit it backwards to coerse the average fan that I’m badder / laughter scatters with rapture ‘n’ my speech pattern is high upon tha ladder, iron slugs enact disaster to grey matter that splatters / dick ridin’ fags can’t recognize authentic rap in purest sentence paragraphs…

lampin’ in tha cut like B12, I’ma blow up strong like coke up ya nose that make ya throw up / all around me all I see’s tha flame of hellfire / Acquired Immune Deficiencies get spit from me, slugs rip thru your attire / politic hollow tip, verbal gun for hire / punk, make sure you swallow all of it / Knolege God Science mathematics calculous, fall clip on tha ratchet splashin’ your idle threats / I’m malcontent at how you fuck up tha cipher / buckle up, you can’t see me, use your windshield wiper/ stank ass, change ya shitty diaper / Science al-Sayyed, there’s no fallacy as foul as me / now, are you proud of me?

with Glad bags of Pamprin, you pussy cats can’t backtrack tha pain enacted from tha rough drafts I’ve crafted / graphic gashes are established ravenous, underground undergraduate, semi-automatic splashes happen to half-wits / I slash them ‘n’ leave their souls cavernous then repack their physique with clean rap like dishes in tha kitchen cabinet / I slap fact yo ‘n’ kick swag right in the gonads / now, look at my throat tat, I carry tha globe upon my back ‘n’ make Atlantis reappear on tha map / heads get cracked when I grammatically click-clack / I sniff glass until my heart race, fryin’ my brain off 3 tablets of acid ‘n’ eatin’ Artane ‘n’ all my bars is flame / got a Latin bitch with ass like a Kardashian ‘n’ when you see tha God make sure that you say gra-cias / for blessin’ your cabbage with classic extravagance / off on separate tangents, ADHD ‘n’ traumatic brain damages…

what up pop? reach for tha sky or lose ya life like marbles with a cat’s eye that sparkles, I’m in tha circle yo / revert to my prior ways, I let tha fire slay / at hard times ‘n’ dire straits, tha wiser sire’ll leave holes in your attire from when tha iron sprays / I rape tha mic raw ‘n’ increase tha spread of verbal AIDS / I crave classic cake like Rae baked in tha Purple Tape / rap today, you fake fags is like, worlds away…

I trump fools golden glove in tha cipher regardless of the attire / sellers is buyers, heavyweight thoughts is brought to tha table / 38s is by my ankles, I been quite unstable ever since tha verbal cradle / Clarks ‘n’ cables, my bars strangle, iron darts land up in your facial / man up, you transgender lamesters / I can’t take this, these savage pagans need their faces bitch-slapped yo, I’m here to bring ill lyrics back / all up at tha cusp, thrust a fist clutched in tha air for rap power, Science deflowers hussies in Eddie Bauers cuffed tight so they say “oww, that hurts”, then I put it in they mouth like they was Bowser…

word is bond, from Surahs in tha Qur’an to tha 23rd Psalm, tha God Knolege studies estudious with crews that spit theosophy / Hippocratic, I came to feed tha famished brandishin’ metaphorical crack rap slang / 16ths are half 8ths, solid change to soluble when flame hits it/ open tha chrysalis, smokin’ hits tha brain better than sniffin’ it / drugs I regret, I object, eject the eclectic cassette deck, thoughts is treacherous ‘n’ I pledge to spit till 2076 / that’s segue to infer you ain’t too old for this Hip Hop shit/ I’m so sick, cliques is nauseated by my appearances / dearest dearly beloved, you covet my heated discussion / I’m disgusted muthafucker / shove it, you know you love it, 16 measures in couplets / bubble goose feathered-up ruffian, maladjusted, rupture to spit when tha drums kick…

I get in scuffles with tha pen ‘n’ padded paper comes out tha victor / lines of rhyme formulate a force that calms my vocal cords like horse whispers / verbal chloroform is born when my sword’s drawn from it’s sheath ‘n’ I behead tha rap sheet / I make Actifed outta speed / rewind tha tape cassette to hear tha rhyme again, I’ll blow out your speakers, from bass to mid-range to tweeters / you say you real son? well I’m realer, with tha energy comin’ out my hands like holistic healers / resplendant sentence indented, if we’re equal, than why’m I chivalrous? thought for food, my thought eats you / is Milo Twisted or is he askew? Knolege accrues, from a crew of BUDSMOKERZ, oh I thought you knew / I stay obtuse…

shame on a “N” word, when I spit, mics burn to cinders / borrowers become lenders ‘n’ MCs switch to transgenders / Twisted universal Scientific, explicit virtual broke tha transistor from just 1 whisper / 16 Heinekins, 16 bars from tha artist formerly known as tha cat formally charged as tha kidnapper of your favorite lil rapper / attack his swagger, strangle it after I stab it with half a verse/ a braggart, flippant, you crabs is sav / I’m transcendant, collab with tha Genius, bring Hip Hop back like Lazarus / leave tha discus spinnin’ with sentences indented / sendin’ javelins off Mt. Olympus, note tha asterisk / I establish paragraphs that’s hazardous, tha Caucasoid pro-Black activist / I Zig Zag Zig with Knolege God, attain tha Wisdom to Understand it / remember, I smoke mics so I got tha method Man “M” tatted…

I shoot rap crabs like slobs ‘cuz yo, that’s my fuckin’ job / treat ‘em like Lebanon until their heads come off / machete rap, scimitars ‘n’ gats hidden as bars under my Starter jacket / tha state feeds me, I’m still starvin’ so I embark endeavers that sever MCs who only look for rap placement on tha charts / captivate with Science, these youngsters is trapped tryin’ to grab tha devil’s ices / I’m tha Devil that slept with Isis / ate with Christ ‘n’ them / on highest, I shine with a verbal diadem / pass tha mic, my rhyme ignites like 9s ‘n’ wicks to bricks of dynamite / activate, smack you in tha face I advocate ‘cuz you didn’t abdicate with your wack cake, go on a diet / Science eyes bluer than tha sky is / you waste studio time, my styles’ triflin’, I stifle kids with homemade knives, roarin’ loud as lions / on Nature’s assignment to eradicate tha mic…

my flammable lyrics burn CDs tyrannical, to leave my name on tha map I go against tha granule / on a state-sponsored sabbatical, I battle life 1st hand ‘cuz life’s a bitch, so I smoke grams, with my brohams / I’m, so flam-boyant, show up to St. Croix with rap toys ‘n’ MCs get moistened / my pen throws weight on tha lower 48 states, in tha pen I’ll still smash your face, take your limbs ‘n’ amputate ‘em / captivate tha masses when I take their favorite rap clique ‘n’ stab ‘em like Sharon Tate, I’ll let their faces aerate / holes get punched in these fakes that I subjugate, love is hate so I fuck Fate from tha back with tha roughest drafts / ruffneck Science clad in iron, duckin’ from tha sirens / I burst virgin verbal hymens ‘n’ let tha blood splash / plus I rap a tactic of ruckus, suffix tha prefix / peep this, I’ll lie to your face like White Jesus chains I snatch / y’all get sliced in half for singin’ like T-Pain, Drake or Lil Wayne’s gay ass / Twist of Fate, I ate tha paragraph, regurgitated phrases that’s made into slang clichés vis-à-vis a rebate for this just handed in / lavishly estudious graphic displays of gratuitous adjectives are packed in tha clips / attack surveyors in tha abdomens as tha purveyor of verbal javelins that pierce they pancreas…

fuck tha frillyness, real thugs ain’t for this pretty shit spit by you idiots whose grills get split by tha militant Che Guevarra Science al-Sayyid, snatch your Dolce Gabannas, hold what I say like katanas ‘n’ swipe salaries / in tha house of greed there’s only 1 mouth to feed ‘n’ I’m starvin’ / stuck to Hip Hop like adhesive under carpets / these bars harvest darkness like a dinosaur carcass hunched up in tha La Brea Tar Pits / I scar wigs like a broke Nintendo cartridge / in regards to coke, that shit’s retarded / my bars is barbed ‘n’ froze tha track up like tha arctic ‘n’ your flow, that shit is garbage yo, go study your thesaurus yo / armed with karma, evolved like Darwin, I barge in ejectin’ nuclear carnage laced with Agent Orange / thoughts range from laborious to simplistic, don’t you ever get Science Twisted / iron fires from my fist quick ‘n’ lives get rescinded, I’m Christ-like at the height of your God recipience…

Science, unbiased when tha 45 kicks like a pregnant chick, sperm travel with the exodus / take precedences, bless-ed is tha kid Twisted fastidious, I can’t stomach rap as is / address me as his highness Science derived as God Body, laud me groggy, wide awake, doper than poppy seeds / dragon chasin’, checkin’ shorty curvaceous with tha fat bum, thighs ‘n’ titties plus she got a pretty face / thin waist, I eviscerate mics ‘n’ simulate sex, the apex of verbal minuets, I’ll cut off all 7 heads / so Protect Ya Neck like I was a killa bee, my steez sharp artillery, fly fatal like guillotines / leave you dumbfounded like mental disabilities, bust you in tha mouth with tha butt of a 4 pound ‘n’ snort tha crystalline / methamphetamine drips down your throat, you see me, kowtow until there’s brown on your nose / vowed to abscound with vengeance, See-Alikes sharp as diamond cutters, resplendent sentences rounded to tha hundredths / end your sufferin’, my suicidal ideation’s carried out with my dyslexia, I put tha gun in your mouth / vexed with duress I, snap bongloads of cess, higher than propeller-headed Cessnas, playin’ 21 conjectures / my erections measure 47 hectares of flesh, get your metrics to line up against my verbal Tetris / fuck a sycophantic yesman, pay my severance or I’ma start severin’ heads kid / tha power vested in Twisted heals ill thought holistic, when I cough ballistics accost caustic sentences…

on a whim in Bronze Timbs, what God spits gets simpletons drenched in metaphoric euphemisms / what Twist said before impregnates wisdom / break through profitactics ‘n’ galactic belts of chastity with Milo’s supergizm / you Vs. me is like mafioso after eyetalian kissed ‘em / I spit a death wish ‘n’ leave exit wounds with no entrances / you get “boos” from tha crowd ‘n’ I slash “boos” like O.J. Simpson did / I leave tha joint runnin’ like white Ford Broncos / tha White Rap Sancho, fuckin’ mami chula, have her callin’ me effin’ Papi Chulo / eclectic eccentric, epileptic / Science is omni ‘n’ you’re not even present / you jive turkey, dressed in bread crumbs ‘n’ croutons / you’re so pussy, explain to your seed why he got 2 moms / I splash guerilla, Viet Cong / clash with what Milo cast, your corny-ass’ll get gonged / my poetry attacks like this a ‘90s throwback…

TS yes, approach Science, sport at least 3 vests cuz I’m tha King of tha Vets / skip tha Kevlar yo, guard ya head n throat cuz I’m havin a verbal episode, Tourettes threats with Uzis n tecs / caress duress, never regret ninja, lets take it to cassettes ninja/ I eat ya mixed tape up n press eject ninja / I been a weedhead since ’92 n when we connect I’m gonna collide with you / riot with heavy iron tools, fueled up to snatch your iPod / don’t misconstrue tha jewels I drop that clue you in that I’m God / Milo got 8 lives, tha weedspot is where I patronize n I advise not to approach unless you spit rhymes / driven by weed, coke or crime, I spit terrible like Ivan / my metaphors contort parables of Science bent over backwards / my gats is words n y’all cats get robbed by me, so empty ya pockets, take off tha Wallabies n I’ll even grab those apostrophes / penny-ante MCs, all ya talk is cheap n gaudy, dressin all flossy like this was Halloween with fake diamonds / splash you in tha face n close ya eyelids, left to right, you fear God as you should fear Science…

tha rap Magellan’s a madd felon, blowin’ bones from disbanded skeletons / when I parole I’m goin’ to hell quick / overthrow Milo’s high quotient of intelligence / cell to cell to retail sales thru comps USA/ international, words fracture clavicals ‘n’ when you write TWISTED SCIENCE make sure it’s in all capitals / it’s laughable when my clique snatch your chain ‘n’ TMZ films me sportin’ it, you ‘n’ your team’s just subordinants / adorn massive metaphors to tha masses, epitaphs get epithets ‘n’ God’s autograph, paragraphs scan tha demographics / fuck tha half-wits, my bacclaurete’s nonexistent yet I’m well-studied in vocal vocabulary / my style’s standin’ statuary, cut your capillaries ‘cuz every rhyme you write is heresy / you fags are all scary scared of me ‘cuz I cripple fuckers’ pelvis like Lou Gherig’s disease…

I spit medicinal arson armed with harpoons ‘n’ balloons with shards in ‘em, bars possess venom, knock out your wisdom tooth / dumb fuckin’ ignorants, I meant to intrude ‘n’ humiliate you ‘cuz you front who you affiliate, let’s see what it really takes / Egyptian Mayan thought designin’ derived with derivatives, selective serotonins I take, I remain uninhibited / ingrain my name on tha mixtape ‘n’ MCs recede from how I intimidate / there’s no rebate, it’s verbal road rage on tha L.A. freeway, so seize tha day ‘n’ live it like it’s your last ‘cuz it just may be / refund me for your wack verse, expand your mind to tha vast landscapes of Earth / swerve my sword swivel, travel tha world criminal, I never dribble / it’s difficult to comprehend how you even got signed spittin’ that lame drivel / with tha drive of Sittin’ Bull, tackle tha mathematical, I acclimate my nasal passages to aggravants…

respect, tha 4 Elements, etched within my skeleton / thoughts is felon shit ever since I blessed tha melanin / connect malevolent threats from U.F.O. intelligence extraterrestrials on Earth power verse sharp like Gillette / bars flash finesse when Milo’s mental flesh reached out ‘n’ molests the alphabet, from tha back / reamin’ heads like a White Grecian / teachin’ heathens when I’m speakin’ on tha mic like Jesus / life’s a battle, like tha Chosen Tribes of Semites versus Odomites, Hittites, Syrians, Sumerians ‘n’ Philistines / Science, tha Messianic Judeo, settin’ rhymes aflame like Waco / against Milo, you’ll get your face blown / you’re all presto chango like Fat Joe sayin’ “mang” or “shawtie” / splash you fake personalities ‘n’ make tha water choppy / tha Cocky Purist that you copycats fax / YouTube’s got you cats swallowing my urine while I rap scat jazz / I’m Whittier than Raz Kazz / yo, did you catch that? if you did, you recognize a lyricist that shines when Hip Hop sticks like sweaty crotches / my cock spits when tha Glock clicks ‘n’ my moccasins is splotched with blotches of hemoglobbins / seepin’ down to my socks / forms of camoflauge develop when Twist makes tha pen script / I leave wigs Auto Immune Deficient like Hatians, Malasians ‘n’ millions of Brasilians / thick chickens with big lips, hips, titties ’n’ asses that’s gargantuan / African, Anglo-Saxon, Latin ‘n’ Asiatic / yet I digress though / echo chamber / you shoot blanks ‘n’ got no taste / fuckin’ lame, you’re as fake as tha son Jepetto made / I’m so so def, yet you’re tha ones that need hearin’ aides/ I’m tha White Canibus ‘cuz I’ll never explain…

threats get stretched like erections ‘n’ flesh / your basic rap style is garbage / my shit is Ivy League like Dartmouth ‘n’ Harvard / I sport a scarf when I take it to tha next level ‘n’ rob ya, it’s God drun / ninjas get shot aggressively, check this mutt’s pedigree/ on or off tha clock I’ll take off your knot incredibly, just Let It Be, like Paul McCartney / doors is left ajar ‘n’ there’s 5 coke grams under tha baby’s carseat / yo, my tech is in tha trunk broham, I stand my ground when there’s no fam around starin’ down a 4 pound / I dryhump tha track from tha back, grenade launch your bivouac poignant ‘n’ prolific, paranoid, call me Hanoi’s whiz kid / I soak my methadone in astringent then sniff it, ‘n’ all you hipsters is bitches / y’all can’t fuck with tha verbal bigwig, bigger than Stewie Griffin / loosies get dipped in sherm ‘n’ I get scripted in cement shit..