Twisted Science Cypherz

my Timberland boots split jins like 4-5th biscuits to corny-all ninjaz’ wigs, your myths get disproved like Christians when truth ‘n’ wisdom’s imbued by tha rhyme missive Science spittin’ like saliva venom derived from tha mind of Twisted, like 9s clip emissions, suffice I put your style into remission/ from my term division behind locked bars in prison, my arm got a M carved in it cuz I’m meticulous/ when I kill you pussies with synonyms or I’m lickin’ it, you’re feelin’ it, set tha course with tha metaphors/ rap’s my dirty secret, 730 speakin’ fecund, Hip Hop’s my paramour ‘n’ I got more words than thesauruses/ into Brazilians, boricuas ‘n’ Ecuadorians, as long as they got cheeks that measure 40 inches…

tha verbosest well-spoken prophet, open tha 3rd optic ‘n’ speak to God with 16s, tha toaster nickel gleams/ rap dope like flat pieces of crack ‘n’ Glad bags of amphetamine, snortin’ roofies ‘n’ ketamine/ stay quiet ‘n’ let tha Beretta speak, brolic solid like gaseous acids, disconnect tha fragments/ factions of grammar penned into improper fractions, Hip Hop demographics shatter after Science wit’s drafted ‘n’ recited, captive on Patmos Island with a phat flow God, Desert Eagle, desert camouflage/ flash-bang thoughts leave you bewildered, Killah God kills a God with just filler words/ pilfer tha lime light, spit so hostile, it’s as if I despise mics, spill my guts like stillbirths/ strangle MCs with umbilical cords, slap ‘em with placentas ‘n’ a Mac-11 sentence…

Science, tha father of invention whose diction’s positioned for tha mission, switch it from tha back, stiletto stabbin’ 6 inches/ feast from tha tree of Knolege God, refrain from swine like Farad, my Beretta 9 spits holes in your mirage, thick hoes post in tha garage ‘n’ I piranha tracks, leave tha marijuana on tha dash/ rob you for your hood pass, finish my project off set, I laud threats ‘n’ surahs from tha Qur’an, bet/ I fought death ‘n’ got 8 lives left, 18 for tha Pyrex pharmacological, stay on tha right cuz I’m logical/ frontal lobotomy rap is dropped by me, caught up in combat, MCs leave in need of colostomies ‘n’ fuck Grammy nominees, go to tha club yo, you’re bound to be robbed by me or 1 of my cohorts/ it ain’t a live show till my throat’s sore, it ain’t a dope rhyme unless it comes with a nose snort…

ends justify means, rugged ruffneck nickel gleam, brushes with death, life seems loveless/ spit my CREAM on tha back of her butt, rub it in with disgust ‘n’ start deep discussions on philosophy/ talkin’ about rap philanthropic demeanors, snortin’ dope grams ‘n’ drinkin’ gin outta 2 liters/ check tha quotables on tha reverb, I beast words ‘n’ leave beats with fevers, bitches remain hella eager/ feats magnifique like 3 Derek Jeters, let tha weed trees burn, damn Yankees act janky like sheisty tweakers/ MCs don’t sing like tracks with Tyrese featured, fuck you hard after I eat your beaver/ come in with tha lead verse, earn me a thousand skeezers, more raw than coke in a broken Pyrex beaker/ hail me tha metaphor Caesar, metamorph from tha God to Homo sapien form/ spirit travellin’ astrally with my Heavenly faculties, God raps like me ‘n’ he wins Grammys/ I’m just lookin’ to get a gram in me, savagely, fuck cash-hungry crabs, you rap like crash dummies…

tha rhyme mural is fat like bitches’ girdles is, I’m purist underground so fuck where tha surface is/ Science make tha world spin, 730, Kool Herc mixed with David Berkowitz, I only enter clubs when I go to work fully kerchiefed, rob tha worthless down to their tighty whities, alert your central nervous to give it up quick, incite initial 4-5th eruption, put a 50 piece hole in your wig/ throw up 2 triangle Star of David, chosen way is Judaic, go to local bodegas ‘n’ purchase 40 ounces/ verses get doused in kerosene ‘n’ burned down below where tha ground is…

empty AKs out each arm, 2 at a time like Noah’s Ark, I’m vicious, even tha victim’s soul’ll get charred/ I’m microphone fiendish just like the R, tha pen’s tha hypodermic needle in my arm/ Milo’s wordage is seen above his right ear on tha scar, spar bars in scrimmage skirmishes, Twisted never even heard of tha kid/ he tried his earnest yet still required a verbal tourniquet, imagine, his clique thought tha world of him/ pearls before pigs, I like my girl to act whorish to ease my torment, next dude also probably use the orifice/ fuck awards yo, I already know I’m narcotic, check my nostrils, it’s mostly coke, there’s hardly snot in it/ sharpest sword, my writing hand fingers stay sore as my brainwaves soar, throughout tha mental plane yo’s where I remain/ bindles of flakey lyrics, you should be 18 or over to learn ‘n’ experience this, aww what tha fuck/ blunted, split a Dutch, narcotic rough drafts crush crabs, fuck you, 1 if by land, 2 if by collabs/ more for tha killin’ spree, kidnap you, duct tape your mouth closed, cut off your head ‘n’ call you George yo…

you can’t fathom rap unfathomable, I react like ‘60s Black radicals with M-16 canticles with a lack of loose abandon, tighten tha noose Science brandish, I plan rampant mathematics to flatten every last savage in caskets ‘n’ coffins, you ain’t no MC, so just stop it, I prophet opulent not-for-profit sonnets ‘n’ homilies written in Slavic, phonics is atomic ‘n’ pneumonic, I’m tha Hip Hop God with delineage from Teutonics ‘n’ Spaniards spittin’ grandeur that shatters matter, flashin’ mannerisms of a past cadaver/ studio actors spit kabukio standards, tha ruse of half-wits is seen thru when tha blammer’s pandered/ these fat words banter candor ‘n’ adverse cancer across tha span of Earth, Twisted Science is tha brand of verse that expands the answers past tha dander planted in man’s thoughts in tha Catholic church, after me, there’s none lavisher…

frenetic phonetics go far beyond alleged fleshes blessed to ethnics, bars is bronzed in mic sessions/ complex like God intelligence, universal verbal journals drop nuts like shot squirrels/ bring light to tha nocturnal, in tha bing, I write thoughts that knock cervicals till tha clot stings/ worlds past the average, tha mathematic advocate, with fact, I’m adamant ‘n’ have been since the advent/ you rap active, yet you ain’t never brandished, clips empty, you vanish like laxative cuz you ass kid, peep how I pack wit, pack 5ths ‘n’ pack bars by tha packages/ carbines is held amorous, rap apartheid, separate tha man from tha mythologic/ spit like a piranha, run-on sentence tha comma, blowin’ more Buddha than Gautama…

attack with fertile neural pathways that incapacitate cabarets, from Vanowen Ave to 40-Deuce/ my sword Sway as my King Tech sprays, bling in tha bing, so cold, you see what God’s breath say/ escalate it, I point nickel plated ‘n’ give ninjaz expiration dates, decimation takes place when I scrape clips/ bitch, I break hips with insinuations, I lace print like tats on Black faces/ axe your brains out of consolation, I’m tha definition of what chronic pain is, I defimate you characters with assassination tactics, Oswald Jack Ruby, get off tha God’s balls, I slam roofies/ get used by bitches like Bill Cosby backwards, OxyCotin botoxins crammed in lips ‘n’ booties/ fuck a Grammy, I want a gram in me ‘n’ a bitch like Megan Good to love ‘n’ fuck a lot ‘n’ make a half-breed/ Science, tha name brand stands for clandestine calamities, I press time for partial credits/ snarl when TS spit, my flesh, the M is etched in, empty Mac clips in 66 seconds/ flex fitteds, can’t decode my gibberish, a lyrical Olympian, take flight when tha mic spit/ only thing light regardin’ God’s his irises, I’m raw like nasal frost, thoughts scaly white like psoriasis/ solar rays ain’t as bright as kid, I bring to tables what’s needed like supplemental vitamins/ I pay dues for entitlements, everytime I spit yo, I leave tha mic quenched…

tha purist Hip Hop, I’m drawn like masterpieces, but tha clip in tha Glock gleamin’, drinkin’ Cîroc bottles with speed in it, jostle MCs hostile with meat cleavers, cut off their thumbs ‘n’ fingers, tell engineers to adjust tha reverb, call me tha son of Augustus Caesar, ear canals leave with my thumbprint/ cut off your lifeline like palm readers, tha mind stays jugglin’ bronze brawn while you fumble features/ tunnel vision telekinesis, MCin’s a 6th sense my mentality features, artisan 16 bars with no completion, scar average thinkin’ like asses fucked hard with no grease in it…

you caught tha vapors, audio oral favors bring death to strangers, call tha floral arrangers, I keep lawyers on retainer/ ever since I wore retainers, all my bangers is in CD changers, say word, my brain travels thru the astral plane in a verse exerted with aspersions toward commercialists, my sword’s a 4-5th, it’ll put a hole in your wig, sociopsychopath on some bi-polar shit, kill the emotion before it has a chance to come to fruition/ 1’s got a Glock, the other pocket’s got clips in it, solicit slug dividends to enter your flock equally on tha Winter Equinox, slap your wis so hard your seed develops flippers as a fetus God…

proactively, rap is thrown at you like dishes in battered homes, Twisted, makin’ you listeners’ heads bang like autistics, cause unknown but there’s suspicions y’all sick ‘n’ tired of these below-average nitwits/ I rap like militant Black folk in tha ‘60s with math, you other cats rap ass/ not like Serena yo, y’all fake like that Kylie Jenner hoe ‘n’ her pops too, wait, now she got 2 moms duke, fuck it, it’s too disgustin’ for discussion what happened to their family unit?

spit metaphorical metaphysics of existential chemical compound complexes, tha God’s thoughts always on that next shit, combat fatigue methods is destined to divide ‘n’ conquer as deep minds ponder/ ADHD wanderers gather in brigades, scatterin’ your remains ‘n’ slanderin’ your name with banter dirty to tha grain, adverse adverbs mark your brain like Milo’s tagger fame/ my Cali state is South like my nasal drainage to my mouth from my brain width, tha God leaves Satan prayin’/ layden with jaded phrases excommunicated to Patmos, laymen can’t tolerate this like lactose/ acidic, I splash notes with venomous addendums swindlin’ like tossin’ atomic criminiminal shit, individu-al shit, my Hip Hop overfloweth tha white golden chalice…

I’m inconsiderate, a militant mentalist, rape your 3rd eye like Deliverance, tha Gimp in Pulp Fiction/ my ink pen’s from its own clique, Einstein minded titan like Kronus, I rhyme math with exponents/ hone in on thongs slowin’, plot schemes like tha Soviets to get in tha guts next to fallopians/ smack dab in my backpack, I got chrome gats ‘n’ grams of opiate derivatives that cats slam/ Jewdys exuberant in prison tunics, wisdom mind like Confucius, confused by a he-she, that’s a dude with a penis/ I was distraught when I seen it, still hit them guts cuz I don’t give a fuck, limber, I sucked my own member…

conflicts composited, sly like foxes, tha mind prophets ergonomic diagnostics, brought tha real to tha optimist/ Star of David in tha locket, bars rip entire faces outta Freemason sockets/ clear conscience, ears fly off noggens when God Knolege rocks triple 3rd eye octaves/ purple nipple ‘n’ crimson vagina proctologist, frolic Kama Sutra positions on the ottoman/ lobbin’ rotten tomatoes at matinee shows of La Boehm, auto semi spits 3 nonchalant at anyone, not cognizant of whom it hits, then rivulets of fluid drips in pools, gallons Olympian…

tha rhyme scheme makes tha mind lean like codeine’s in your drink, broke fiends read my slogans ‘n’ know they soft like ovaries/ I don’t even know what sober means, my toaster gleams like wavelengths in tha ocean B/ respect tha G-O-D, keep an eye on tha QD cuz Science never keeps his nose clean, baritone vocal poems perish folk hopeless, I numb emotion like coke sniffs, remain focused, brains is choked sick/ cloak my dagger’s stature, scholastic grammar brings idiomatic laughter, I smash matter in patterens that’s draped in camouflage fabrics lampin’ with 85 savages…

I’m snatchin’ charms with semi-automatic bars, rude like fuckin’ pussy farts, look at tha God, ain’t carved up but my optics catch attention like deficits, more wicked than 4 6s, I’m Spun Fernando all day with thick-ass porn bitches, Born Twisted, fuck Lambos ‘n’ Porsches, I’m a thug pedestrian/ my ninjaz got shit like equestrians, I’m short but thick like 16 Snickers, New York project pissin’/ trade places on staircases, doin’ lines of cocaine by the 8th, I’m straight Scarfacin’ it/ bangin’ the Infamous, Wu ‘n’ Jadakiss, leavin’ blood on Chef’s apron, you MCs leave ciphers leakin’ from facial lacerations, buck-50 tha whole nation like Jason Voorhees on tha 13th Friday/ grammatic stabbin’, academically I articulate verbal robbery, slide off tha rings ‘n’ your Wallabies/ hard to follow me? check the authentic Hip Hop glossary, miss God with your promises ‘n’ probablies/ kinky or straight follically, I hate all of these ignorant fakes tryin’ to knowledge me with their demonic prophecies/ 5th to your neck, hurry out tha pockets before I let tha Glock speak all tha necessary talkin’/ floss when I speak, spittin’ globs when I skeet, my words catch a grand larceny for me to eat…

slap arrogance from raps Stradivarius, fuck tha denarius, Hip Hop’s my only way of life, inflatable mics, insatiable rhymes is provided by my trachea day n night, Im 2 rap like labias is 2 dimes or Saudi Arabian knights with like, 14 wives n swords with like 14 lives, I quarantine minds cordially I scoff tha corporate thing cuz I don’t do this for tha CREAM, it’s a torrid torrent when my noggin thinks Knolege what tha God Science fires in ciphers, 3rd person, 3rd degree burns often transpire Goo Giggity like Quagmire, heres an epiphany – my hands tighter yo, Im well-studied like 25 to Lifers

what up lil brah? I sniffle rocks ‘n’ spit Glocks at flocks of ignorant ninjaz with true Hip Hop by proxy, put up in a wheelchair like Drake ‘n’ DeGrassi, coffee toned bitches snortin’ chalk with me, ironically, I’m tha icon of sobriety, brighter than Andromeda, enforcin’ rent hikes in Santa Monica at 3rd Street Promenade, avidly my lavish rap panash is classically iambic like Hamlet/ I ravage novels, you skim pamphlets, turnin’ tha volume to 730, my lack of sanity breaks cameras/ I’m tha Lost Angel from Nazareth who’s walkina dead like Lazarus ‘n’ Christ, panderin’ rhymes like Mary Magdalene’s vagina had a price, my attic’s haunted as an addict to rap lines, always chasin’ tha dragon high/ reality’s irrelevant ‘n’ asinine, pack 45s, your death’s important, grab tha tech 9 ‘n’/ Science arrives to ciphers with surprises ‘n blindsides your crime myths like I’m a White 5%/ build tha God Knolege like a leviathan brolic giant, from L.A.’s back alleyways to Bedford Stuyvesant…

invested in what I’m destined in, check it, I set tha precedent, full of hate ‘n’ slanderous sound bites like Trump ‘n’ Mexican’ out of context, I’m complex with a God complex, shoutin’ octaves that Glock block your sonnets with arsenic/ thoughts show promise across tha margin, my dart’s lunged tha farthest, fine motor skills retarded, my bars are arduous ‘n’ cathartic/ if this track was commercial, I’d want no part in it, full circle, subversive Hip Hop yo, I’m immersed in it/ purge my wit, Science Berkowitz, splurge tha verses with heavy wordage that brings death to every last person/ my tracks cut necks with guillotine abilities, thrust forth with Memorex tapedecks ‘n’ battleswords crabs get forced to think what you faggots spits worthy of rap awards, I cut off both your legs, now what is it that you’re standin’ for? brandish heavy-handed 4-5ths, tha megahertz of my cordless creates auditory orphans, laug tha morphine that tortures me, wearin’ a raspberry beret with Prince’s doctor forgery, killfornia poppies in tha forestry/ metaphorically, I’m deeper than what tha Holy Torah speaks ‘n’ yo, I got beef with tha whole corporate steez/ I’m tha White Michael Jordan when I speak fleek, amphetamine tweaker, slappin’ mics, I slam speakers featurin’ Saturday Night evil fever, my peter stabs beavers of skeezers, have a comp-ition to skeet 1st, my cognition couldn’t be deeper…

invested in what I’m destined in, check it, I set tha precedent, full of hate ‘n’ slanderous sound bites like Trump ‘n’ Mexicans out of context, I’m complex with a God complex, shoutin’ octaves that Glock block your sonnets with arsenic/ thoughts show promise across tha margin, my dart’s lunged tha farthest, fine motor skills retarded, my bars are arduous ‘n’ cathartic/ if this track was commercial, I’d want no part in it, full circle, subversive Hip Hop yo, I’m immersed in it/ purge my wit, Science Berkowitz, splurge tha verses with heavy wordage that brings death to every last person/ my tracks cut necks with guillotine abilities, thrust forth with Memorex tapedecks ‘n’ battleswords, crabs get forced to think what you faggots spits worthy of rap awards, I cut off both your legs, now what is it that you’re standin’ for? brandish heavy-handed 4-5ths, tha megahertz of my cordless creates auditory orphans, laud tha morphine that tortures me, wearin’ a raspberry beret with Prince’s doctor forgery, killafornia poppies in tha forestry/ metaphorically, I’m deeper than what tha Holy Torah speaks ‘n’ yo, I got beef with tha whole corporate steez/ I’m tha White Michael Jordan when I speak fleek, amphetamine tweaker, slappin’ mics, I slam speakers featurin’ Saturday Night evil fever, my peter stabs beavers of skeezers, have a comp-tition to skeet 1st, my cognition couldn’t be deeper…

I exasperate your wack half-ass aspirations, tha Glock is sprayin’ cavalcades of clips, domination, callin’ it prominent affirmations, subconscious thoughts emanate in ravens brought to radio stations for starvation/ immaterial, you claim imperial yet are stark naked, 1 of God’s bars’ so hard you could carve your name in it/ Jewdys Khryst cadence ain’t for payment, it’s to save ‘n’ retrain you pagans with the effusion of tha God Caucasian/ half man half amazin’, snort a gram in my suede Timbs, flamboisterous, I lamp loiterin’ with thoughts thicker than a goiter is, destroy your myth, I could make a 5 switch back into a staunch Christian/ tha lauded God prophesy, my armory’s tha Kabbalah ‘n’ rocket launchers aeronautically, taught your medulla oblongata who tha God be, so slide off them 2-finger rings plus tha Wallabies…

I’m an Olympian with trees twisted in 1st Corinthians, tha verse shapes wigs riveted like Ha-re Krishnas/ my holy bars is far-fetched to many ninny Christians like Darwin chimps ‘n’ gibbons, opposing thumbs ‘n’ 8 digits/ my pen swerve tha Bell Curve like statistics, auspice authentic, Truth shine past augmented breast jiggle, flex tha flesh tissue, bless threats nimble, line up tha quarter gram bindle, cram tha sniffle/ grands for temporal exams, I lack sanity, grabbin’ fat gluteus max glands with lubricant/ tha BDS Klan ravage me, spray cans ‘n’ travellin’ as a spegack fanatic in my Dad’s Camry/ I’m the abbot of tha rap abbey, call me T. Science yo, tha T stands for tyrannically, note my axes, XY chromosome, tha rap bandit Lost Nazarene, I’m tha God, no mere man can damage me/ his majesty, majestic lavish, grant no savage amnesty, shit happens organically, snort tha crack direct out tha packaging/ not collegiate, tha God feigns Mephistophelean, my bars stain leaflets like my heart ‘n’ Stephanie did/ I cleave myth, breathin’ crystalline inebriants with Exsept, Real ‘n’ Hense like ’95 ‘96/ my Hip Hop increase like bitches with extensions or consecutive prison sentences with a bit of recidivism in it…

after tha Glock spit, you realize your noggin got hit, death raspin’, gaspin’ for oxygen, mausoleum of intolerance/ Knolege this drama, piranha trauma, I’ma get me a sticky Nicki Minaj broad with tha blonde wig on/ wearin’ 3-inch clogs that slip on, my Hip Hop is authentic way beyond you false bitches/ they call Twisted when they want a spitter, tha whiskey in your liver, bang your mother raw then I tip her/ codeine is forced in your drink, fuck sizzurp sippers, obliterate your existence since tha beginnin’ of tha verse/ stop, pivot ‘n’ jerk tha trigger, words is on reserve in Science archives, end rap apartheid/ scarves ‘n’ 9s, my bars blindside tha dumb ‘n’ blind, suffix tha rhyme with strife, bludgeon your mind with blunt lyrics/ flood tha sky with cirruses, Jewdys Khryst appearances are eventful like 1st periods…

tha most com-plexest, thought process in tha cosmos, change tha name from Damo to Sancho, I got flows that’d chase Drake back to Toronto, kung-fu flick snipper gonzo, clips ‘n’ ammo empty ‘n’ blow out your candles at both sides of tha wicks, tha mind’s a 5th, cut off your lips cuz you ain’t sayin’ shit/ slayin’ ravens sacrilegious with Anglican cadence desecrations of a rap abolitionist/ synonyms ‘n’ stimulants with a lack of temperance, my pen drenches mathematic rivulets, factions of Jewdys Khryst rhyme schematics kick like 5ths ‘n’ Timberlands, aneurism dividends, I pay in insolence…

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…

verbally, I’m like Hercules with serpentine schemes ‘n’ liquid hatred in a thermos drink, I stay turgid up in a curvy bitch, theologians no longer question God’s existence once they hear Twisted / multiple sclerosis lyrics appear when I exhale, you feel it like razor bumps / sippin’ ale, I wail on bitches with chunky rumps ‘n’ fat cunts, snortin’ fishscale off my thumbnail / swords cut off tha head of Satan, piss drizzle in tha Holy Grail flippant, short tha mic ‘n’ shock rap participants / I stay clad in Dickies ‘n’ Timberlands, since tha track’s genesis they call me his eminence / Twisted Science, tha man that snatch diamond pendants ‘n’ claps viruses at the ignorant / flashy idiots, my verse burgalize your tenement, imperial material baptized outta iron clips / 60 grams break tha Pyrex, my 3rd eye sight’s beyond tha flesh / recessive, regressive like sendin’ souls back to tha God head, my Hip Hop causes duress ‘n’ pops 10 into tha God’s head / spreadin’ pestilence with my name etched into the essence with aggression / you rap crabs pale in comparison to tha Rap Khryst who got blue eyes ‘n’ tha palest complexion / your booty shit belongs in tha softy tank or tha septic, Masonic gang signs get flashed from tha mind congestion / tha rhymes molestin’ tha dumb, deaf ‘n’ blind plebeians, I eat you pussy MCs like a lesbian / hatred tirades fly at your face ‘n’ cause migraines, I make tha mic ache / you need a pilot’s license to get as high as this, a priceless irate mic tyrant on tha rise kid…

trapped in tha bing, labelled rap king, I grant no amnesty, from Los Angelees I slam oceanic MCs/ shrimp ‘n’ scampi crabs live up under your panties, put upon a cross nailed by my hands ‘n’ feet, I can’t bleed/ turn full-blooded Africans to half breeds, I lamp flashy with blasts of half-grams of crack ‘n’ hashish till I can’t sleep/ your wack steez is crappy, my antique’s crafty, I love fat fanny menageries/ put a backseat to savagery, magna cum laude rap, Mao Tse-tung Science’s rhymes stab fact/ fragmented fractions give pregnant chicks contractions, splash domes like foam from alcoholic beverages/ I’m a Hip Hop purist separatist, tha humanoid God 7 caught in tha flesh, my Pyrex thoughts is prevalent/ optimist or pessimist, profiteer off my prophesized legendary weapon spit/ suppress negative emoticons like prejudicial evidence, explosion photon bombs/ poetic, prose Kabbalah Qur’an, heads get severed quick, leverage, reach into my bag of tricks, let tha gat spit/ don’t act combative, rappers are left bound ‘n’ gagged, on your bitch’s ass I left my handprints/ semi-automatic full metal rap jacket with tha fitted hats, MC enlisted man M.I.A. at the P.O.W. camp/ there’s none as dumb as you, tramp stamp my name on your forehead, I fascinate ‘n’ emasculate like fags at tha cabaret, palette’s whetted, I bang mallets ‘n’ sip on cabernet sauvignon/ a verbal vagabond with vocal nomadic travels, I grapple mics like UFC battles, I always got tha winnin’ raffle ticket/ you fake bitch with an Adam’s apple, dick ‘n’ testicles, hoe, drink my protein shake, tha shit is edible…

never changin’, molest your brain with disdain laden statements, mask on my face like Jason at Crystal Lake/ commiserate life from ‘’95, tha pen ‘n’ prison, tha new paradigm, sky blue iris yet don’t stare at the paragon, you’ll go mute ‘n’ blind, fluent in crime rhymin’ enscripted, Jewdys defuses lies, ruses ‘n’ tha mythic/ suburban legends left in ruins, antiseptic inflections infected, that’s how tha 7 do it/ 730 as tha neck states, Science iron chainmail on tha breastplate, protect tha solar plex, I flex rage aggressive, resonate algebraic questions with exponential equations, geometrics gleam on leaflets, work shown to prove I throw diseases, denyin’ skeezers 3 times each like Simon-Peter did Jesus, color scheme’s ankles ‘n’ wrist bleedin’, tha author slaughters you demons like Romulus did Remus…

I’m doper than tha coke I smoked interwoven with ginko biloba ‘n’ East Coast beats keepin’ me afloat over broken sofas, tha vulva culprit on Sepulveda, la vida loca, mida yo, 2 libras of stampias por medioina, Medilline with reefer, voice leakin’ out tha speakers/ deceivin’ speech, choice to flame with poetry, came back, risin’ as a phoenix, ash on that broken sofa’s upholstery, encode prose on tha walls of the Sphinx, 3rd eye blinks ‘n’ misses tha rhymes I preach, spit Science for titans ‘n’ kings, my rhymes tight like vaginas in Lycra B/ turn ciphers to death traps, flesh lamps, yet I flex math with quotients ‘n’ fractions/ attack with acid upon tha whole planet like serin in Damascus, emo-terrorize like Syma Iraq did…

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searchin’ for broads with bods like Kim K, tha pen sprays verses aimed, spit with a kerchief on tha face like Ghost/ from L.A. to Y-O, I walk blocks with Vogues on my Timbos, those on tha fence still catch shrapnel in tha throat/ smoke bones in tha Rotten Apple with barracudas ‘n’ jackals, Knolege God is Wisdom, shine tha white light thru tha prism/ caught in tha fleshes, caught in tha system, no lo contendre non compos mentis, won’t contest it/ vexed from life lessons, tha best MC with my complexion with a rap God complex, I blow yola, is you on deck? I pawn bronze verses ‘n’ lob threats, separate your ex-skeleton from your ex-flesh/ I killed tha Hip Hop game, I confess, spit rhymes like phlegm, I rep tha opposite of je tem as if I spoke fluent French/ Jewdys Khryst abuses mics, bruisin’ minds like Stanley Kubrick flicks/ speakers get contusions, I spit acappella, fuck tha music, fuck awards ‘n’ fuck Coachella/ I named tha roaches in tha cellar, I chill with al Queda cells, I spend 20 hours a day in my cell/ I enjoy playin’ with myself, callin’ my nuts tha gruesome twosome, missin’ that sweet ‘n’ nasty, that gushy stuff/ ruffneck thug, I love butt sex, ain’t nothin’ on tha God’s mind but sex/ lookin’ for sluts who give it up ‘n’ sublet their private stuff, look out for tha brushes with death 1s/ spread my wingspan like hawks, my thought’s an ox, I keep my physique in L.A. but I astral travel abroad/ decline tha swine like Farad, tha Wu symbol’s inked on my left arm’s bicep, mics get strep throat after I bless it/ it’s tha verbal exodus, read from my journal, it’s hexagram circle anti-exorcism…

loveless crushes got you rap ninjaz suckin’ dick till testiculars bust with vehicular concussions/ Picasso paint brushes wave percussion, wake up to cocaine in tha Dutch, I leave brains in crutches/ gravediggin’ beyond 6 feet, Gods mob in fleets, Spencer For Hire, I’m like Hawk with heat/ constantly in tha struggle, Constantine in tha bubble goose Kevlar vest whose bars is finesse/ flyer than flocks of egrets, no regrets lest I settle for less, mercenary thoughts stay fresh/ I create ‘n’ cremate Hip Hop, my neck remains in tha slipknot, I’m as big as God/ kill braincells sniffin’ epoxy in Zip-Locs, spliffin’ zips of pot laced with raw, I’m tha thorn in tha lion’s paw/ talk to me on Mt. Zion, respect Twisted Science ‘n’ tha Tetragramaton…

interrupt the intermission with rap mathematics that smash basics like algebraic subtraction ‘n’ addition / I’ve been here prior to existence, conditioned with more sex drive than 2 Caligulas / master web domains with imminence, my flesh is brains, this text is sprayed complex di-rect up in you ninjaz’ face / rap attracts ass that’s fatty like lipids, flippant, I’m Twisted on joints that swing like trapeze / I heard you spit, I’m thinkin’ you’re a mental amputee, my verbal aphorisms bling, I’m like RZA, Canibus or Cassidy / your whole clique got some sort of cerebral atrophy infliction, your frontal lobe cortex is limited / Scientific’s rhyme’s so dope you should be sniffin’ it, you get your rope snatched then I let tha 4 splash a hole in your goretex, extort your silly ass for your skinny pants with my sword at your neck yo / I Ted Bundy tha verse to even tha score, my rhyme molests tha mic, I breathe lime green herb pungent, like clementines / check it, my Ed Gain rhymes bend your minds, throw you out tha cipher of God Science Divine / there be no next time after you face tha God, treat you like thick curvaceous broads ‘n’ fuck your whole clique’s brains out / Kabbalah like Madonna Ciccone, I piranha tha microphone mystic, my Hip Hop is like Wendy Day ‘n’ tha Hip Hop Coalition, you spittin’s like empty clips in Glocks, there’s no firin’ pin ignition / Twisted’s sadistic with tha pen like Iblis to Christians, you swag rappers is fake like prosthetic limbs / authentic since tha gate, rudimentary Knolege travels celestially, tha rap paragon’s like hexagons ‘n’ polygamy, I ef her flesh till it’s gone, snortin’ line segments of amphetamine / I flame joints like effigies ‘n’ ash on you crabs ‘n’ you perish like congenital heart failure / in general your bars is stale words, to understand Milo’s shit you gotta learn Braille 1st / institutions ‘n’ jails, court restitution, Positive Energy Activates Constant Evolution / music crews get Judused cuz my fans’ll cop mixtapes ‘n’ fast forward right over where you spit / hit you from behind like a cute bitch, excruciate tha mind with Einstein leviathan titan rhymes / coochie music groups is loosely referred to, you baby rappers is way out past curfew / I filet sound to serve to you, puree you clowns with verbal 4 pounds to spin plates like Kool Herc do / on tha verge of burnin’ churches for lies sold, chapters ‘n’ verses convert souls to gold duke…

never turn my back on her, she got my heart like Mom-dukes, mention subliminal in my psalms how I got you/ succinct or let tha saga continue, flash your thick body at promenades ‘n’ rock venues, you attract Gods ‘n’ ignorants too/ brood dark like obsidians, I shoot bars like heroin while we star at tha Sheraton/ mostly I’m arrogant, to you, we’re on that common-law marriage shit, every time I spit we make children/ truth be told, these skinny pants rappers make you unattractive, talkin’ shit they never had, never did/ flip their swagger backwards, my bitch got my rusty gat from Germany, I’m 730 ‘n’ to humanity I’m adverse/ perjury’s never heard from me, my girl don’t creep, I stay faithful on tour ‘n’ when I don’t sleep/ Hip Hop’s my bitch ‘n’ rap’s my mistress, Science is tha man, tha myth…