Twisted Science Cypherz

effective progressive public displays of aggression’ll make your head twist / Science lets Knolege set like sediment / alleged residents politickin’ like freshly reelected presidents / Science got it etched in stone ‘n’ throws ‘em in a glass home / to atone for past discrepencies, I push it like Salt ‘n’ Pepa ‘n’ Spinderella / Black chocolate ‘n’ French vanilla, Butter Pecan hoes at Chowchilla / tao chi of a verbal Killah Godzilla, cottonmouth thoughts gouge for skrilla / well-endowed mental havoc is wrought, innocence gets pillaged / castrate your genitals, I’m never gental / you faggots all sound identical / I wax fact, swag gets slashed in half, I paid tax on a higher bracket / I slap you homos, try to enter tha dojo, stuck in a rowboat with no oars / how you gonna orate with your lips sewn? you’re no more, try to foul me, you can’t fuck with Southern Cali / your style’s drowsy, verbal fodder, your shit is cowfeed / duke, I’m your father, laud me like Tom Sawyer with tha pseudonym / I author novels that impregnate bitches in brothels / Twisted, tha man, tha myth, legendary / livin’ landmark in a statuary, livid ‘n’ vivid…

I focus on tha microphone ‘n’ throw out epic poems like Ivanhoe, I hold it in a chokehold / I load rhymes up with dope then jolt heart valves with coronaries, construct bars in solitary / I blare what flairs from me with coke poached from street apothecaries/ my pen’ll shank you right in tha throat / I heisted flow lined it up then put in my nose / carry tha globe on my back, added 7-Up to tha crack, tha fiends loved it / it’s madd ruckus when tha guns spit / callin’ Heaven’s bluff / 16s loaded in my pen, I script destruction / Milo splashes stanzas in couplets / paragraphs grasp heavy concussion…

by tha time you get this letter I’ma be at tha top with my indelible spot on tha ledger of Hip Hop / intravenal rhymes / a hundred CCs in tha shot / a hundred-thousand MCs cook in tha verbal crock pot / perfect circle gets tha square / beware / brightened flair over kick ‘n’ snare / Golden State Warrior hyphen King David’s heir, who’s wiser than Solomon / semi-colon ‘n’ you’re sentenced to a bout in tha Judean Lion’s lair / tha Savior of Rap / I’ll cremate it then bring it back to tha craft of fine lyrics / cheap wine / I reap lines sown within tha lineage of literal literary Olympians / tha God’s got jokes, yet folk, this ain’t 1 of them / align what I’ve spoken, roll up a g-note ‘n’ snort it up both noses ‘cuz all I spit is dope like tha pigs is gropin’ my throat ‘n’ I’m chokin’ / Milo’s verse’ll get you open, fool ‘n’ no, I ain’t feelin’ jovial…

break tha olive branch in half / splash a sound wave ‘n’ leave a gapin’ hole in your face / segmented consecutive life sentences drape tha track / ipso facto, in fact I react with rap that smashes every bone ‘n’ leaves bodies intact / knowledge is self / remember that when shottie blast your physical entity ‘n’ removes half an extremity / I got 16 bar remedies for rap’s dope sickness / my graphics’ll get you twisted / but don’t get Twisted twisted / monograms of my moniker’s initials are seen on sonogram monitors /official premature births of infants addicted to tha verses that Milo regurgitate/ I blurt pent up anger when I take it back to 8 tracks / 95 beats per minute minuets / stay in tha SHU ‘cuz Twist’s a threat / tha verbal apex / yo, kid - gimme your Avirex / you soft core bitch, performin’ fake sex…

keep my charismatic scholastic faculties of highest regard / Science is free regardless of iron bars / behold, tha scars bestowed upon Milo’s heart / you ever sparred with a demon in tha pale moonlight? It’s like tha dyke burst / splash your mind with a hype verse like tha mic circumvented the amp / catch tha megahertz / those that choose is never beggars / which coast is you ? I bless tha Western ‘n’ reflect intellect / infrared lyrics that’s never seen yet’s always heard / keep my distance from those that “Jerk” / tha hard-headed never learn / once court’s adjourned, I snatch purse / if it’s a black hearse or I’m cremated, laymen better heed my word that’s turgid / dinosaurs roared tha Earth when I 1st went berserk ‘n’ devised this holysermon / wearin’ a kerchief for thoughts that rob you for what you work for / call this a term war / strangle opponents with tha mic cord…

reverse, chase tha white horse / ass 1st acrobatic, grammatic splashes attack from tha cyborg / iron tongue, iron fist, iron sword / iron mic, slices with iron metaphors / mine eyes is twice immunized when tha sign of Gemini arrives in tha horizon on either side of aurora borealis / behave as I’ve seen tha ages, dazed ‘n’ confused / hand-painted rhymes abused like sleepin’ beauties / a.k.a. floosies with fat botties tapped after sniffin’ “White Lines” laced with Roofies / vision ‘n’ dreams of passion fruit mixed drinks in God’s stomach / at tha Summit, spot a cipher / hop in, scrape repugnant MCs with tha pummice / you bitches is late, like 2 months after I came raw, ‘n’ never told you dullards Twist was comin’ / forgive them, Lord for commercialists know not what they do / they need to study Science’s jewels…

stick with me, I swing verbal calligraphy / mucho validity I bring, seen with vivid colors shinin’/ charged with murder rap, narrow escape yo, I strangle tracks / debate a fact originator, display rhymes in all caps / all-plastic gats splash lower to tha higher brass, never flash ‘cuz if so I’ll react with heavy iron blasts / they fed me iron as a lad, my pen spit fire on tha pad / tire iron crack a skull in half / I see more blood than Vlad or gatherings @ Damu pads / dark, I brood darts far from tha booth centered / when I enter I take charge of a room, chakras ‘n’ armed with sharp katanas, boom sparks marijuana / my Nirvana loops, Siddhartha Gautama Buddha, Sammy “tha Bull” Gravana shoulda bounced to Bermuda / Triangle, I strangle rats that’s stoolies, Bible pages get ripped ‘n’ wrapped snug for potent woolies

armed ‘n’ dangerous, aim my statements straight ‘n’ make tha paint chip / my vocal cords grace a generation with indentations/ pull my sword ‘n’ leave gapin’ holes in faces / raid palacious estates ‘n’ rape ‘n’ pillage rap patrons that all wear frilly aprons / I consecrate tha congregations with anthologies ‘n’ compilations / always implicated in rap ‘n’ Hip Hop innovation, tha bass kicks in tha track simulate tha flame stimulated by tha hatred contained by Satan which is indicated within tha Book of Revelation / shook rappers get jooked for they rhyme notebooks / fuck a gown ‘n’ a coathook / refer to me as a cokecook ‘cuz what I wrote is tha dopest ‘n’ to get loaded, you rap fiends cluck your t.v.s ‘n’ your sofas / I tote 16 bars, a toast ready to spark ‘n’ last night I killed my emotions…

call it solid Hip Hop knowledge, followin’ hollow tips, swallow this or empty tha wallet quick like kids at colleges / neeners, 8ths ‘n’ teeners, four-fifths ‘n’ street sweepers / excrete heat, send non-believers back to tha ether / finders keepers, MCs, B-boys ‘n’ piecers / my mind’s a shrine to ill rhyme, I kill time grabbin’ my peter / wax her keister, Los Angeles, jagged javelins stabbin’ y’all funny faggot-ass bastards faster than bunny rabbitts at fuckin’ Easter / ruckus, ravage, duckets ‘n’ cabbage / jump out tha bucket ‘n’ ravenously dump death, fill up tha casket / drastic hazardous, forgot your jacket? duck behind tha trash bin or all up in a coffin’s where your ass’ll get…

I break necks ‘n’ drown MCs like cement shoes in tha Chesapeke / let it be a lesson from me, don’t worry – it’s only 16 / an effin’ steal, some charge 17.5 ‘n’ claim it’s real, while mine’ll burn ya like amphetamine / my pen is shaped like a blue steel burner ‘n’ my nickel-plated bars’ wanted for murder / who tha fuck you think you is cat? Enter tha Dragon, you get bitch-slapped / I’ll kick you with my Kung Fu shoes right in tha gonads / I’m sick of this y’all callin’ rap / straight up, y’all more ass than Nicki Min-aj in a 2-piece / bootylicious, some wear Kufis, others stay lifted strapped with bisquits ready to splash ‘n’ act out they ignorance/ smack you with a closed fist, there’s no excuse for you like atch-oos / leave ya ears ringin’ like dope fiend’s crack fumes / scavage, I avenge against below-average rappers to make tha 3rd eye wise ‘n’ actions behave civilized…

tha sovereign Anglo-Saxon dissident grabbin’ attention / accentuate my syntax when I tax sin / my Hip Hop accent may confuse, I’m higher than tha average dude / tha God bless atchoos when he sneeze at you / I carry sheets of rap in a papoose ‘n’ keep my peace pipe packed with half-grams of green, make sure you pass it back to me / I craft rough drafts of ruckus coupled with thoughts of luxory, 128-Gs ‘n’ legal status summaries / check it, I keep it hundred down to tha hundredths yo/ I’m regal, livin’ illegal as tha crow flies / pagan, I burn coal like Nat King / I slay tha raven like Simone from tha back castin’ out tha demons…

an MC plural with his pupils big / exuberant excerpts that praise me, my lyrics is so ill that they consume pens / my euphemisms is explicit, California indigenous, whole cliques begin to crumble when I spit / so precise I speak fact to teach tha ignorant, Spice up your life with a spliff / I twist ‘em tight ‘n’ for that they call me Twisted, 1 man on a mission to bring back tha lyrics / always in tha lab like I’m a chemist, rexamine self ‘cuz you too timid ‘n’ your wack shit’s ridiculous / I condescend your compositions with sarcastic bars that’s classic ‘n’ cut in half tha opposition, my thoughts is post-apocalyptic / an esophagus gets torn out a throat when I swarm MCs swipin’ golden ropes draped with record company logos / you ain’t no MC, you only granules of dope while I’m like 10 keys / go back ‘n’ study tha rap manual before you speak / my infallible style unloads ‘n’ puts holes in fuckers’ cheeks / come ‘n’ have your Last Supper with me / my body’s rhymes ‘n’ my soul’s tha beat / my shit’s like vocab explosives ‘n’ ya’ll steez like Jodeci…

desperate times call for desperate measures, I spit psychoanalytic lectures read from tha Hip Hop rhyme ledger / allegories ‘n’ parables phrased tha flyest as Science’ll never pass tha bejeweled sceptre / once upon a time I got high off of ‘caine, my verses make rain fall from tha blue sky ’n’ ruin parades / I excavate gaping holes in brains, my hatred ‘n’ disdain murked tha rap game / my visionary visuals’ll bitch slap Lil Wayne / God’s beamer’s untraceable ‘cuz I always change tha chamber after gunplay/ yo, I’m tha progeny of pain so I lace tracks with anger but I ain’t player hatin’, I just hate you player / my sword’s a saber ‘n’ I display ill jargon slang in tha bars that I create / Intelligent Designer, tha Killah God killin’ fakes ‘n’ one-timers with nines ‘n’ AKs…

Science, tha wordsmith works his verses to get tha Earth to spin in reverse-type manner / matter of factly, most cats can’t grasp me / any track with me’s dramatically slappin’, bitches clasp to me like static cling / tha half-attractive half-savage Anglo-Saxon sans freedom raps regarding Los Angeles ‘n’ its many amenities / 16 bars of pornographic imaging, I stand for liberty ‘n’ justice, I’ll leave your brain in crutches / fake bitch, I spit razor blade shit that cuts quick, sick ‘n’ ill wit that pillage ‘n’ plunder villages / you surrender your will to live to be as close to Science / my tongue’s my sword, I’m a cutthroat but you’ll get a Colombian Tie quick/ I is God, that’s iron law ‘n’ I’m tha thorn in tha lion’s paw / scribe to survive guerilla style, scriptures, my rap militia’s militant / killin’ kids with my pen, pensive is how my sentence is spit when tha ink drips…

you be diggin’ tha boom-bap, heads nod ‘n’ necks crack / sociopath rap claps a sycophantic yes-man / with flat black Krylons, designin’ Science’s name on tha side of Mt. Zion / with a fat cap or a Testor tip that flares Hip Hop’s debonair / empty clips ‘n’ snort ephedrine derivatives / tha voice of tha God’s tenor will need tenacity to grasp creed / when Twist spits, most of humanity can’t believe Milo’s limericks of wit / witness tha greed of Ganesh, Vishnu ‘n’ tha Holy Spirit / you heretics clash with my vocal arrogance / my Soul pulls lyrics from tha dome, then they splash my larynx with fury / 730, sendin’ femcees to Heaven early / cat’s trapped on Earth need a verse from me tatted to receive mental food / this nickel plated sermon’ll nourish fools…

complexer than astrophysics, an evolved spirit / my lyric draws appearance before auditories could ever hear it / tha most severest poem pierces domes like tha purist blow thrown up a nose off broken mirrors / I lear at my enemies who have tha right to remain in fear of me / rappers today’s hilarity, Science writes parodies that drives ‘em to psychotherapy / straight up, they’re tha literal epitome of pitiful / when a pistol’s pulled, their will folds ‘n’ in their grill they hold a fistful of Milo’s half-flacid genitals / yo, I fiddle with vernacular, tha shit that’s integral for rap, all they got is pop sensation plaquards / I’ll pop six in their face ‘n’ tha last thing they’ll hear is Science laughter / hail fear ‘cuz it’s real clarity, I’m tha One Man Rap Conspiracy reppin’ ruck / my Kung-Fu got more moves than David Carradine / these MCs feel complacency ‘cuz there’s no beef / when what I wrote gets spoken they’ll feel tha flame from my manmeat / they’ll leave like arms ‘n’ amputees ‘cuz I spark bars when I spar that leaves marks ‘n’ make a cat weep…

brandish your armored garments / these bars are sparked by an arsonist, a mercenary marksman that’s a Marxist / harvest crops that murk rap markets / I get up Death’s skirt with expert excerpts Daly like Carson ‘n’ narrow tha rap margin between commercial rap pop radio sensations / I point ‘n’ squeeze my ballpoint ‘n’ annoint you pagans with my verbal hatred / I slay tainted infestations with disdain contained within my written incantations / wasted off illicit elixirs ‘n’ medications prescribed by foreign witchdoctors who don’t speak my fuckin’ language / or they might, they’re pitch Black with an extravagant Haitian accent so thick that their voicebox got ass…

I’ve twice tha finesse of refined diamonds on broken needles / word is bond, I retard a God’s word retrieval / bless cognizance on copywritten lyrics, positioned in dossiers right next to semi-gloss pictures / fixtured semi-auto Glocks place fissures in a victim / quick to pick them / spit tha wisest wisdom, my cock spit gizm in tha bitch vagina socket / my Hip Hop licks shots out / cunnilingus rap/ my rhymes slap ‘n’ 3 Gs is in my left pocket / my similes is metaphoric ‘n’ I got thoughts in my archives that’s archaic like stegosaurus / my verse invades brainwaves as do endorphins when you massage a broad’s cli-tor-is / dopamine, enepinephrine / my actions is impetuous, yet I’m tha quintessent antithesis of pointless violence / I spit double-jointed white hot rhymes that light joints, tha highest verbal contortionist…

all these rappers’ managers is applicants to have me on a track with them / hit tha mic from tha back, my rhymes get more head than dandruff / I don’t pimp bitches, I pander Hip Hop that’s like fishscale bricks cut into nickel rocks / Gnostic thoughts is brought in clips inside of Glocks / you’ll see tha God like the Apostles on tha Pentecost / you’re caught slippin’ ‘cuz you ain’t Teflon Don material / your rhyme style’s just like oral venereal’s / these lines make MCs overdose / liquefied lyrics keep cats noddin’ like Pakistani dope / dirty fiends put syringes in their throats, go to clinics, pick up methadone ‘n’ go ‘n’ throw it up their nose / yo, I script poems of odes to meth, but I revoke the amphetah / my Blunted Soulinvokes me to smoke bowls ‘n’ spit flame engraved within my ledger / I hold a vocal Beretta ‘n’ a golden sceptre on tha throne…

from my side of tha mic, I ignite genocidal homocide / a vocal samurai here to cut in half you pantomimes / stab you, remove your enzymes / analyze Hip Hop ‘n’ canonize what I spit / tha Rap Zionist, New Jerusalem be my environment once my body die/ Blunted Soul, Blunted Stanzas / rob random without a bandana on/ yo, you so pussy here’s a box of tampons / I’m so raunch, I make NA sponsers fall off wagons, chasin’ dragons / I’m tha Idiot-Savant of Rappin’ with a stiff cock ’n’ a Glock ratchet of ten clappin’ applause at you savages / I embody dope fiends ’n’ addicts from Los Angeles / yo, my cracker-ass got fat lips, I need large amounts of Chapstick / I attract chicks with madd tits ’n’ mount ’em from behind so I could slap they ass cheeks…

money, I got amazin’ statements that’s doctored but I’ve no patience, I stay bent with my nose runny / guns be clickin’, clips empty ‘n’ cliques fall, sprawled out with chalk as cops surround tha block, double-ups on tha spot / rollin’ deep like pockmarks, Uzis, Mac-10s ‘n’ camoflauge / close homie got shot ‘n’ I should feel all distraught / yet I choke back emotion hefty, text message tha Black ghetto chickenhead, you know tha 1 with tha HEFTY GHETTO BUTT DARK-SKINNED CHOCOLATE RAT THAT ARCH HER BACK WHEN SHE FUCK / look at Science crosseyed you get your ass stuck, battle Milo One you’ll be a has-was / believe, I pack one with a full clip ‘n’ every other one of my bars is a tracer so I could see at nighttime when I spit atcha / flashback to ‘96, Science is tha grimiest / steelin’ whips ‘n’ smokin’ dope with Hense, effin’ half-Black half-Siamese twins with big racks / takin’ half-gram blasts ‘n’ walkin’ in wired to math class, holdin’ ciphers in tha back / my steez of rap is Hip Hop mashin’, when tha Glock clicks it make Milo’s cock spit / I hold thoughts hostage ‘n’ knock knowledge outta noggins…

what I’ve written hightens tha senses of tha wise with extra wisdom / et cettra, tha ignorant are just antagonized / my Bereta 9 splash, they ass get victimized / crews of pantomimes is sour ‘n’ plagiarize, searchin’ for a Higher Power / effin’ cowards, I’m an empowered man that strikes heavy on tha geiger counter like plutonium / I hold all tha keys like custodians ‘n’ my Hip Hop shines like I just waxed tha floor with linoleum / I spit doper than coke spliffs ‘n’ Chinese dens of opium / I stand on my soapbox at tha podium at tha learning Annex ‘n’ host a symposium / thoughts travel in nanoseconds, my vocals molest domes moseyin’…

tha way I entrap rap is with a slap to tha face, nickelplated slurs clap with metaphors ‘n’ slang / Hip Hop that’s hardcore, my vocal cords is rang, tha lines I script fire tha iron clip in tha nine milli / I light 5 Phillies ‘n’ my Achilles is robbery, tha don of rap with empty G-packs, I lace cracks not illie ‘n’ wax bitches from tha back / i got more agility than blackbelts ‘n’ yoga students / tha voices in my head got great acoustics / Fate is to choose ‘n’ take what you do with it with tha wisdom of tha wisest / my science is defiance, a felon Designed by Intellect that brought nexus of tha constellations / amputate mics, I take bites of tha consecrated ‘n’ cause fright ‘n’ pause sight through tha corneas / tha right’s of tha cerebrum as tha left’s tha cerebellum / word is bond yo, I’ma smash Souljah Boy Tell ‘em…

co-dependent upon co-defendants, you bitches is tempted to rat, what they play on air ain’t close to rap / load tha DAT with 16 bars in the gat, I stay scarved up with my sawed off stashed under tha dash / exit tha whip splashin’ melodramatics, rap is never out of fashion with retroactive throwbacks, yo, these cats need a refresher course in how to spit a verse, 12-gauge words get sprayed hellacious at the latest perp / commercial rappers is all trend, I set to follow it, wallets get snatched, call me president-elect ‘cuz I politick hollowtip verbal swastikas that accost eardrums, swallow it whole, these thoughts is like shots of vodka serums / thirsty for eternity like I’m on a hunger strike, thugs is mice, Van Gogh rhymes cut off your ear twice / as it appears sex’ll lie on videotape, instant gratification, come here ‘n’ I’ma slap you in tha face…

villainous / they’re dead, does it matter how I killed ‘em with / kindness that’s hostile, smash ya windpipe, computer synthesize when you spit rhyme / you ain’t no MC, wearin’ panties like Cheryl Tiegs / industry stroke your mind like Da Vinci / hissi-fit bitch, impregnate your kind ‘n’ watch you bittie tittie size increase / skip me with ya false epiphanies, tha Science within my exalted litanies are quite riveting, ya’ll just blowin’ smoke like chimnies / Milo, tha Catalyst chaotic, I smash cabbages like casabas, center chakras with marijuana packages / peep this, tha MC Jesus / Messianical tactics, brought back tha ‘90s Hip Hop chronicles / a thousand raps stashed under tha mattress, lampin’ back with a savage, grab him with stanzas ‘n’ smack him up like Cassius / splash you commercial rappers with urinary tract infections / purist bless tha track, yo let’s bring tha Culture back…

venomous, I twist a spliff with half a gram of crack cocaine in it / I sniff ephedrine granules ‘n’ snatch gold chains / criminologistic, listen as tha gun clips empty, currencies exchange, pay me pain thru Suburban window panes / swerve out tha way when semis spray, Aye Kays, 47 million ways of Death spread / Milo digs graves to free brains ‘n’ blows trees on quilted bedspreads / MCs wake up next to horse’s heads / you still ain’t got it yet? I keep my pockets fed with raps that stab accurate as javelins / I keep my blue eyes red / when I parole them hoes’ll look up at my triceps / don’t worry yo, Milo’s just your wifey’s friend…

respect tha general, check tha Fate of Sin, everyday I pay in intervals, life is complex yet death is simple / damage temporals, God flex pickpocket thoughts that rob a gentleman, I’m lauded for tha knowledge drippin’ out tha faucet / flip it on, I’m never off yet quite off kilter / God, I rock booths yo, I brought my own filter / odes ‘n’ poems wrote on holy thrones between golden pillars / 2 fingers poke thru God’s throat ‘cuz I’m tha God Killah God-zillah / Atilla pilfer purses ‘n’ script perverse verses sippin’ pilsner ‘n’ my shit stay turgid / exert coersive sermons ‘n’ liturgic thought waves that stain my birthname in brains like aurora borealis flame does tha skyline / my pallid face scowls tha plane ‘n’ guaranteed I’ll die by foul play / abandon lost, I draft tha underground anthem God, throw a verbal tantrum, leave tha mic in gauze…

you Marconi rappers’ bars is phony, groping for commercial success in a world of phonies, carry tha globe on my back / throw blow up my nose armed with strongarm rap, where your darts at? sharpen those before you attack / hardcore, I hit tha mic raw from tha back like a barwhore / stay on guard, I’ll show you what my scarf’s for / been ill since a snotty nose, I chop ‘n’ sniff the audio / I can’t believe you ain’t no MC like Fabio / my pet peeves is to be set free, blowin’ Lebonese hashish ‘n’ gettin’ skiid, I keep tracks wrapped in obscenity-laden soliloqies / my nasal drainage coats my similes with hatred, I tote nickelplated mics that resemble 9s / I pierce minds ‘n’ leave brains achin’ / look into my eyes, you’ll see truth lies in every statement / I’m an addict, fuck drug recreation, although time’s a-changin’ in how I act in every situation / for tha lowly mind I gravedig ‘n’ lace tha pen with constant conscientious elevation, ignorance I alleviate it / my septum’s been deviated, amazement never ceases to clasp me, do you grasp I’ll cut your stereo in half?

snort tha crystal methadone outta piles, fuck tha lines yo / half gram per hit of coke make my dick explode / after it grows, I wear extensions, I’m garrulous / tha barrel spit 16 ‘n’ I throw tha empty magazine / semi-automatic battles splash, what I craft tha holy channel at séances ‘n’ make Beyonce’ self-conscious / twisted, but don’t get me twisted, I’ll spit ill limericks in poetic symbolism with less conscience than Pontius puttin’ God on a cross / fuck with God ‘n’ you’ll get shot up like Pac / floss ‘n’ you’ll get robbed like flocks of marks spotted by tha crime mobs of Hip Hop, heads get lopped off / I am, tha verbal scofflaw who gargles vodka outta 5-gallon bottles surrounded by Black models that sniff lines in they sinus / I signed my life away on a death certificate / my pen’s a pyx ‘n’ I devise tha Eucharist, your last Rites / I chastise tha mic with euphemisms I spit / my rhymes baptise entire cliques ‘n’ inspire a bitch to disrobe from her attire, I crumble empires quick…

life is like an uphill battle between MCs, I keep ninjaz intrigued by tha words I retrieve / skirmishes with tha sharp verbage is how I smite / sword swervin’, germ warfare, ribonucleics is laden with slow death / in flies crows, ravens ‘n’ note clefs that’s so fresh I left both Mozart ‘n’ Bach deaf / I hock phlegm ‘n’ got 10 added due to strikes, if you gonna do crime make sure you fuckin’ do it right/ pull an O.J. ‘n’ lose tha bloody knife / my glove fits ‘n’ I scuffle injustice / tha rough draft ruffian with umpteen clips / scuzzy bitch, I huff ‘n’ puff ‘n’ blow your house in ‘n’ write my rhymes with a fountain pen / Southern Cali, fucker, Spun Fernando Valley, fucker / luck of tha draw ‘n’ y’all lost it via toxic gun brawls / novices have tha gall, it’s like talkin’ to a wall / punk, just lay back ‘n’ gargle my balls / I turn ciphers to verbal circle-jerks when I manipulate a term / intimidate tha track with fully automatic slurs ‘n’ slap a verse with my backhand / remarkably, I do it without leavin’ a mark, brains get branded…

I stay heavily medicated, exceptionally educated / accessory after tha fact, destruction of your habitat / bird’s eye view of how civilization collapsed / neurotransmit my syntax thru a synapse connection / emphatic Zen impassive, solid insoluble thoughtwave / convex to concave, copulate with rhymes in tha stockade / tha vox populi is dumb ‘n’ blind, hump ‘n’ grind to ovulate, yo – you feel my full body’s weight? dragon pull poppy chase down tha folded foil over flame / turn tha globe, etch in stone Milo’s name / is it a grave? dick up in your face, my hairy Caucasian nuts get served to you on a dinner plate / nickel plated statements loaded with hollow point phrases / pierce you with clichés, fuck tha everyday he say she say / don’t turn your backside to my evil ways, for I chastise captives who neglect to capitulate their minds / I molest ‘n’ rape tha mic bejeweled in regalia, ready ‘n’ fueled for iron duels, hands on my genitalia / I wail flashin’ tha verbal Holy Grail / trapped in a cell cuz jail’s like 9 inch nails…

Knolege is Self, plot to increase tha wealth / broke my neck when tha whip flipped without tha seatbelt / sport tha ski mask ‘cuz I make it cold in hell / holdin’ Ls, spittin’ out shells when I exhale / dispel myths, yet ignorance is heavy in communities / jealousy just fuels me harier than werewolves under full moon lunacy / Ludwig von Bee Thoven rap, ya’ll know Lindsay Lohan should be slapped with a backhand / while I swipe her De Beers ‘n’ trade tha ice bracelet for some beer / Science gives a fuck, armored harder than a Brinks truck / all y’all rappers is cream puffs ‘n’ I’ve seen enough to reach out ‘n’ touch, if weed is bud then I’m a BUDSMOKER / beer drinkin’, breath stinkin’, shit, I still corrode my nose like I was 15 except now I know Da Vinci’s Code ‘n’ cut fuckers’ earlobes like Van Gogh ‘n’ often feast ambrosia

kill uncivility with fatal guillotines / act righteous or get cast down ‘n’ smited like Angel of Light shit/ Illuminati, 33 Degree Masonics, tha Last Time of Days’ upon us / modern day Babylonia United Slaves, dope’s cleaned with acetone ammonia / I crave Saved By Tha Bell rang / Lark Voorhies, spark tha vocal cords with verbal stories / more heartfelt than Morrisey, behold I ride a pale horse / perceived to breathe heavy like coke fiends, searchin’ for pebbles of rock dropped on the upholstery / you know it’s me cuz I unload tha toast for bread / I heard 4 of your bars God, you ain’t no threat / what I said’d break legs ‘n’ crack a cranium like a dozen eggs / duckin’ tha federales though I deadringer tha composite sketch / I pickpocket skaters with chains on their wallets ‘n’ splash tha internet with text messages from Intertechs…

cue me in, I spazzola Manola MCs who fold in / I flame ‘n’ burn coal, broke right through tha Trojan/ spoke tha slogan precise how Science wrote it, I seen punks with fat trunks like tha hoes tha size of Oakland / semis spit ‘n’ land right in colons, your style’s colostomy, I wonder where you stole it / throwin’ rhymes, it’s Nolan Ryan on tha mic ‘n’ I advise kids I’m tha paradigm ‘cuz with tha mic I terrorize from thugs to abstracts / tha backpacker Twist, note tha asterisk / my Hip Hop’s like Lazarus ‘n’ tha Savior of Nazareth / Nazarenes, casually dressed casualties lose fatal faculties, who wanna laugh with me? happily ever after…

tha way I archeology philosophies is wicked like Mephistopheles / my diction digs in wigs diabolic in coffins ‘n’ caskets / Science always got his thoughts cocked back under his Osh Kosh B’gosh jacket ready to snatch chains ‘n wallets / I admonish immaculate, tha rap Monteque splash you Capulets accurate / I smash you half-wits like Cassius, damages traumatic happen - look at Milo’s brain, cabbage was once placid / graphics freed graffitti bandits, BDS masterpieces / tha creed of weed smoke everywhere, rivals revel me / they wish they’re on tha same level as me, Milo, I flow heavily like bitches’ periods / severest like Syrians fightin’ Israelis, Yahweh, He’ll never fail me / I attract hoochies with tha fat tails ‘n’ tight coochies / loosely every rhyme I spit is based on Science life / MCs, you ain’t no match for my Hip Hop, you’ll be victimized…

at your services, my verse disperses words that get tha Earth to spin, in perverted terms I leave courts adjourned / swarms of dwarves is coerced by what I export over tha drum kicks, felt tips script tha thunderous rhyme that dryhumps tha mic device / mega like a gigabyte, forever battle when I dim tha lights / larger decibals, move tha decimal, I facilitate correctional / hetero sexual, incandescent, flex my testicals from which sparks fly / genuine article from the archives, my art of 16, the archenemy of apartheid / read my lips, spread ‘em apart, right? et cettra, my Beretta 9 lets off 5 ‘n’ dislodges spines / dissolvin’ minds like natural enzymes ‘n’ Alzheimer’s / rusty shanks ‘n’ 25 to lifers ‘n’ what I’m aspirin’, to grab ahold of / now just wait a minute – hold up, I splash tha memorable criminal bodhisattva venerable shit that flashes thru tha temporal / atypical visual crafter rough drafts that ask for reciprocals yet none can match them / waxin’ poetic havoc, jams is what I traffick in / fold my thoughts in half, I get 20 bars…

I’m here to ressurrect it, my flow hurts minds like urinary tract infections ‘n’ my Hip Hop is pure with obscure references / address how I lunge at tracks / kids cringe, pull tha plunger back / pierce tha flesh with a dirty syringe filled with real rap that claps blue steel / I walk tha yard with 16 bars concealled, I spot tha God across tha field / he snitched on his own homeslice to cop a deal / SNY or GP don’t matter, ya talk to placas, ya squeal / palabra, I’m tha God-Child noddin’ out / sniff ‘n’ snort tha White China ‘tween her tits, my trigger finger itches / draw my sword ‘n’ I extort lyrics, double-edged, off with your head / like Meth said - “Watch Ya Step, Kid, Protect Ya Neck” / full-fledged, accept tha collect / eclectic muse, I promise threats with a short fuse / these rhymes’ll stripsearch ya whole crew / ya sister, ya mama ‘n’ your buttaface cousin too…

classic framework laces tha track, paper splashed with rap so dope you insert it in your vein pain refrain Blunted Stanza / punish the wack with flame thrown at they lame poem that wouldn’t be dope even if I wrote it / omens is ominous, tha pen strikes spoken apocalypse, ven aqui, I’ve dockets of epiphanies / make sure it’s roasted if you got beef ‘n’ polly with a burner / like Nat Turner I had a vision / manifest text that’s apex ‘n’ zest with depth that separates tha ex-skeleton from your ex-flesh / with finesse I molest tha alphabet with conceptual hymnals doper than coke bindles, I sniff piles off my C-file / buck wildin’ ruffneck ruckus rough draft assassin, left my handprint on rap as big as Los Angeles / lampin’ with a clip in tha mic, spit with spite ‘n’ smite internet sites with tha might of Intertechs at night with infrared lights / battlin’ Mandarin Cantonese, a half-attractive Anglo-Saxon that dampens panties of a half-Japanese bitch that likes to sip semon / I rhyme for reasons beyond my control / thoughts fill up my mind like demon possession…

I motivate motions with emoticons, poetic troves of treasure, my rap ledger severs 16 measures together with no response / switchblade thoughts carve tha mic, Starters ‘n’ Levis, barber shop flame thrower rhymes / aim lower, I reach high ‘n’ stoic, minds explosive / throats get names, slogans, focus, I stay loaded / Raven Simone lickin’ up Jane Does, once upon a time so precocious / grow up as if ignorance really remains bliss / dummies thrive livin’ like Puffy, thoughts materialize materialism, have a stroke ‘n’ realize to exist is a joke / bury me broke ‘cuz I can’t take it with me…

bare in mind, I designed tha universe / my heritage, tha God that defeats you heretics / I get applause from any crowd, semiautos ‘n’ 4 pounds ‘n’ bravos to tha novels I endow / diarrhea of tha mouth but you ain’t sayin’ shit, every 3rd round’s a tracer so I could see at night when I spit / I like tarts as thick as Buffy that got a gluttony to put it in they mouth, my darts is sharp as serrated cutlery / MCs don’t wanna fuck with me, flare an 8th, inhale exhale, tha Earthplane incinerates when my pen filets with ink, lines of menacing thought - the epiphanies of a earthbound God / lauded, I snap tha olive branch in half ‘n’ shove tha “peace” in your scary-ass, fuck tha populous / you fairy MCs need not talk yo, you could spare tha Gods, I attack with Mortal Kombat combos / the Original Sancho that taught Eve tha Kama Sutra ‘n’ there was no STDs right between that hoe’s hooters / I kissed tha nape of her neck ‘n’ tasted cunnilingus in her flesh, tha Cunnin’ Linguist spits tha best…