Twisted Science Cypherz

flamethrower poet, my Blunted Soul punishes prose with ogre flows that you could feel in your nose/ caps peel like X on tha scope, XY chromosomes prone to explode, my gonads jiggle / throwback rap, shotgun take your face off, wise like shamen ‘n’ pagan sages, fuck tha CREAM God / I’m out for praises, fuck what you be kickin’ with your imitation suede Timbs, I spray statement intimidation like SKs outta window panes, my 1st impressions on the Earth plane was anguish ‘n’ hatred / verse exodus, take leverage with curvaceous chicks who’re stupefied by your laymen mundaness / caged in by weak traits, I breed with Fate, my ink authorizes rebates, Science skeets in your face / triple beams weigh pros ‘n’ cons, nickel-gleam shots to your knot make your spirit float with God…

metabolically, I purge obese philosophies that’s based on true hypotheses proven logically / OG like Sean Connery, thoughts taunt me with no apology, I’m a fuckin’ Jew like Christ minus tha bronze feet / rhyme tyrant, announce my presence with a siren, on a sheisty mic heist, I raid environments/ frighten cliques cuz I’m tha kid with a diamond diadem, brighten solar coronas when I own up / roll up with bones rolled with stones crumbled in it, 5 o’clock stubble’s on my wig / my thick dick gets presented as tha template, mix seed with egg ‘n’ plant descendants, on some 6th sense shit / I’ve been since prior to tha physical Genesis, Twisted raps splendiferous / 16 bars, 16 sentences, Sistine mosaic, when my throat spray it it stays ageless / anxious from tha purified cocaine sniffs, razor blades in tha clip / proliferated, so sagacious, I flow tenacious, heads knockin’ to tha beat that’s syncopated / create statements like Phoenicians, rise from ash like a phoenix, I keep my rap sheets in creases / exceed past tha beliefs of you MC rap heathens with cheap tricks…

asthmatic syntax is scholastically crafted with grammatics more dope than a hand with 4 grams in it / schematics get torn back, swords slash mean-spirited like racial slurs outta tha mouth of a bigot conditioned by stereotypic experiences, imperious ‘n’ imperilous / thoughts been problematic since far behind Illmatic, it’s prime how I ravage savage even with madd brain damage / I been trained as Stephan Hawking’s stand-in, panties dampen to my effervescent presence that’s legendarily aggressive / destined to alter destiny with TS impressions left on fleshes in tha bing / collective teams crumble like meth bundles smuggled in Mexican tunnels, bitch ninjaz tumble like Rapunzel’s wig / supplement your big butted bitch with Jungle Fever, your minor league words is weak, even tweakin’ you skeet 1st…

cyanide rhymes catch your mind by surprise like iron 9s ‘n’ 45s, Bacardi Limon Clive Barker / Science designs bars better than 5 Carters, archives of Twisted letters in lined ledgers / neuro synapse connectors emit mathematic gestures, kismit’s in tha brackets like algebra, Guide you like Thomas Alva Edison / electricusive elocution pollutes wigs like your bloodstream when you snooted CNS stimulants / those bereft of Knolege don’t Understand tha Wisdom in my perfected threats, grams of izm in my breath / Grants, Benjamins ‘n’ Jeffersons are earned for effervescent verbal decadence, I spit better than your entire collective who’re dumb , blinder ‘n’ deafer than Helen Keller if she was twins / your producer beats drums ‘n’ it’s a sin, guard your grill, guard your shins, I’m hard like Timberlands, uninhibited rude bwoy, I barge into shit / scarved up, the art of 16 leaves scarred with TS carved into it, brainwashed to believe tha same sentiment / nobody spit like me, I float thru minds like boats on tha high seas, you vertical smile vagina rappers think tha game’s about punchlines, I uplift minds to new heights ‘n’ you corporate fuckers never done crime / snatch your chain ‘n’ collaborate with Satan, gimme your brain, tha shit been capitulated fucker, get tha glossary…

I lyricize rap’s paradigm, I stay laced, home-invasion rhyme, break in your mind, Beretta 9 at your face / take you out back ‘n’ have you dig your own grave, slaughter your kids ‘n’ wifey ‘n’ have you eat their brains / I go against most grain, my pen is raw cola rolled up with Mary Jane, variation flow / Los Angelino sippin’ cases of Perrier laced with vodka, I’m tha minority in tha game like Barack Hussein Obama, guilty of the illest conduct, more sharp than 15 katanas / none are exonerated, reap atonement for human connotations, I’m fluent in hubris ‘n’ detect you switchin’ like Judas / you booty cliques need lubricant, splash you with Kahlua with roofies in it, glucose in your tank - ass rappers / paint on your face, you never lived it, you just actors, I slash rap ‘n’ tracks become cadavers / impregnate the ovulation backwards like my scrotum’s a major factor, I’m like Vader with a saber, or turntablest with 2 12s ‘n’ a crossfader or a bong ‘n’ a carburetor…

storms form when Knolege swarms, Knowledge Born hardcore like pornographic images, Darkside of tha Force / I’m privileged to restore tha rawness thwarted by ignorance, extortion is imminent / dual-bladed Excalibur hatred deeper than emotional abuse ‘n’ anguish, I’ve transcended it / 4-5th pistols gripped with grimaces, slugs laced with AIDS ‘n’ syphilis aimed outta stolen whips / I give condolences, MCs found with holes in their wigs from bullet-riddled sentences, reveal the authentic genesis / from tha Bronx ‘n’ Manhattan to Los Angeles ‘n’ San Fernando, true raps tha ammo of my salvos…

imperious ‘n’ mysterious like hieroglyphics in pyramids, pharaohs with thick mulatos in midriffs / eat at Spago’s, rap’s Leonardo da Vinci, Van Gogh ‘n’ Tyson-Holyfield both your ears / tha Rap Khryst epitomizes tha highest Sciences, remember back to 1996 of what it mighta been / Angel of Death at my door stoop, trap tha sheisty sounds within a 4 bar loop, it’s no excuse for my behavior / lace tha joint with mules ‘n’ 40 acres of hate words, my sharp tongue filets terms / tha ruggedness of tha multilayered suede verse I display 1st conveys tha disdain contained within me / give my brain a reach around, of tha European breed, what I bleed is sound, my creed’s booties need to be round/ preferences is meant to be broke though, I prefer Serena but I won’t revoke Coco…

I scuffle with tha pen, battle myself with ill rebuttals, pull your weave like Rapunzel, burst your carpuscles / carve TS in your flesh with brass knuckles, count tha cards no matter how many times they get reshuffled / explosive emotions hone in, you get your throat slit, focus on my giant size Einstein mind modus operandi / my prose corrodes noses from the inside, Science is raw like dope prior to tha Pyrex / I fuck brains, call this unprotected mind sex, rewind it like tha ‘’90s ‘n’ VHS / spirit predated flesh, dragons chase me like flame ‘n’ meth, previous arrangements is deviated like my septum is / eclectic musically yet I’m strictly a Hip Hop purist, I don’t mix wack beats or rhymes/ clips empty ‘n’ make you leak your life by ounce ‘n’ pint, I cloud minds once if by a hundred-thousand times…

catch a ninja slippin’ at tha crossroads with fiery crossbows, fightin’ tha Masons ‘n’ tha Skull ‘n’ Crossbones / tha Gawd of thought flow, hear tha boom-bip that knocks, I got big rap ears like Ross Perot / prophetic aesthetics, given as evidence to teach tha dumb, blind ‘n’ deafened with a sharp tongue that detaches like prosthetics / bar none, my bars is epic ‘n’ get etched in like ethnic make ups ‘n’ DNA / I go back to blend cassettes with tha mixtapes, I use disappearing ink ‘n’ don’t remember what tha pen say / tha rap sensei, teacher becomes tha life student, tha Khryst of Music, drum machines leave with bruises / producers get contusions ‘n’ MCs receive hematomas, impregnate tha beat while it’s in a comatose state / gloat how I author phrases in wide scopes ‘n’ ranges without a fake corporation’s name on my chain…

torturous, degradating ‘n’ demoralizing is how tha cordless 4 pound chooses who deserves tha rap crown / rags to riches Cinderella-type ninja, waitin’ for tha prince to bring your fairytale slipper / I’m Twisted but don’t call me Twista, you wiggaz switch up, came to tha joint ‘n’ now you’re all racial / stay able-minded, prenatal I studied Sciences ‘n’ chose my sky blue irises, don’t you like them? I thought you did, my thoughts is opulent, Knolege Gawd Cyphah is quite tangential ‘n’ I’m revered venerable / tha mic pinnacle, I buy quarter-grams in bindles ‘n’ in my spare time I read Patterson on Kindle…

tha paleskin pharaoh phenom baritone, secretin’ vocal pheromones better known as rogue concertos / featherweights try to flash plumage, I get nicey-nice ‘n’ blast their crews backhanded like I was Judas / highprice rappers is overrated, bringin’ average shit to rhyme fights, I’m timeless infinite ‘n’ they’re finite / had no genesis so there can’t be no end, I’ve always been before Adam flipped tha 1st sin / stay kerchiefed for robbery purpose, tha birth wisdom’s ensued, I’m tha Gawd Kabbalah Jew / use a slipknot to tie tha record in a noose, reflect tha truth close to human beings turned to wildebeests / lace tha Phillie, chase tha filly to get brain from tha filly, go against tha grain with agility / praise me, yo, I reign breakbeats, I don’t make mistakes God, they make me…

word is bond, verbal agreements is confidence between ex-cons, subconsciouses is beyond 2 consciousness / laws of cause ‘n’ effect effect often with aftermaths like atomic bombs ‘n’ tha Manhattan Project, in a Lower Eastside loft, rap squatters dope up tha spot, shootin’ gallery Hip Hop, gallantly I spit Godly, pallidly I remain on tha cellblock hornier than 12 cocks, delve into my noggin, it’s dangerously caustic, black kerchief with tha paisley/ I take pleas if it pertains to me cuz I done did it in tha mental slums of Twisted…

all these days on tha planet, carve an M in solid granite, taken life for granted, granted you have to brandish Glock 5ths or rap pamphlets of braggart propagandas, I get a hood pass with words / fuck you Black, rob you for tha CREAM ‘n’ take your G packets, I dopefiend you from tha back / walk up in your habitat, blindfold your wifey ‘n’ molest your baby momma ratchet / lately I keep my white widow marijuana in sandwich baggies, flashback to ’95 snortin’ raw coca smuggled into Boca Raton , floatin’ state to state, Milo’s a slave to burnin’ cocaine’s taste / clips empty, terrorize ‘n’ rob Denny’s tweakin’ ‘n’ drunk off Remi Martin / stab Hip Hop with my ballpoint pen, I think rap’s a sin yo, cuz hell is where I live / imperative to stay bent ‘n’ remain sharp like straight-edge razors, cuatros to tha 10th degree / Mickey’s, Olde English ‘n’ Steele 211s, spirited lyrics is like Jews in Heaven…

put tha scroll down, holy words scripted on lambskins found in tha Dead Sea, I was genesised to MC / from Cali prison tha pen bleeds scriptures, visions ‘n’ pictures, metaphors ‘n’ similes get spit from me like phlegm infections from cystic fibrosis, Sistine thoughts get created when I put methadone up my noses, rap’s like a stethoscope, peep my latest heartbeat episode / a million bars scarred up in Milo’s dome, horseshoe scar signature from Hense is on my dome / remember blend mix cassettes? girls switch to women with breast growth, lift n separate like bras / listenin’ to Dr. Octagon, pawns want profits for pockets n Milo prophets for tha noggin / you ain’t no MC yo so stop it, there’s many options n it’s obvious I made some wrong 1s / mini-14s n block guns, many swords cut stone Excalibur Knolege Gawd Cyphah, none’s tha wiser / design intellect, my rhymes make str8 dudes wanna switch sex monogamous misogynist…

break thru tha cocoon you’re in, tha most purist flow is furtive ‘n’ can’t be reversed from how I learned to spit / allergic to purchase your rap worthless, I stay in tha lab like physicists ‘n’ surgeons/ workin’ on tha next rhyme that’s quantum theory, metaphysic eerie, clips empty in successive series / selective memories get jostled by tha Hip Hop apostle, I pop ink pens, you pop bottles / your pop is awful, fuck all y’all like brothels, scoff you with angelic thoughts hellish like Iblys / guffaw at those who snuff raw like Scientific, take shit away when your eyes sway from Twisted…