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I raid your apartment with sharp nine millimeter bars ‘n’ split your face apart / cover my face with a scarf / yo, who dealt tha tarot cards? read ‘em close yo, I’m tha God, tha death peddler / red alert, God’s razor sharp, spit a poisonous dart carried in tha Ark of tha Covenant / there’s no recoverin’ from tha ruckus I start / destruction decimates fuckers ‘n’ tames cluckers, I make ‘em return tha rocks / my Hip Hop, snort it up both tha left ‘n’ right snotboxes / tha Boxcutter Pontiff cuts tracks ‘n’ has little conscience of it like Pontius Pilate had Christ put on tha cross ‘n shit / cognizant of what not, I’ve seen tha Light with my 3rd eye See-Alike consciousness / a Messianic Gentile spits in tha cipher forever, et cettra with twin Berretas / I leave MCs jaundice ‘n’ despondant ponderin’, hyperventilation from what I’m sayin’…
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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…
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my train of thought’s tangeant / I rep tha County of Los Angeles / hypnotic hype barrages how I’m imaginative / tha Verbosest Vocalist on some United Soviet Socialist Chernobyl shit / shout out tha Talmud with styles inspired Medina, Mecca, Boogie Down ‘n’ Shoalin / I leave tha mic endowed with a callous / sharper than razors taped to 2-headed falcons’ talons / malice is embedded in tha track/ tha mic claps, like 5 Macs / my accent’s visionary like hype tracts / inact tha Twisted Science Act ‘n’ my iron-clad pen ‘n’ pad attack slurs / make sure ya hyphen that verse / I rep White suburbanites, Ventura ‘n’ Hayvenhurst / flirt with Death, smokin’ Sherman Helmsley dipped in Benson ‘n’ Hedges, hazin’ rap pledges with metaphors that’s like euphoric like Mormon dogmatic polygamy / real rappers wanna spit with me…
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tha way I say shit is high graded, praises to tha God, reminded of tha last rites, tha last days / abrasively drapin’ tha fake with facial lacerations, datin’ Kim Kardashian fat ass hoes that remain nameless / searchin’ for oasis in Babylon, kilograms ‘n’ fat booty Black bitches from tha Amazon / MCs leave ciphers with bloody panties on, I guess they should’ve brought they tampons/ my pen is vindictive ‘n’ I’m cheap, I wear imitation Timberlands with no resemblance to another rapper’s treatise / sentence, diatribes, monologues or soliloquy / tha ill from me splash like a nine millimee / ya killin’ me with that verbal garbage you present/ I’m sick, I lace blunts with arsenic then I hit it like from tha back / my rhymes is like lines of prope dope mixed with shards of Coke bottle glass…
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enter tha dragon I chase, tha rite of passage, I’m a basketcase / laugh at Fate, I splash ratchets at Jake, I’ll never graduate tha labyrinth / an abberant, I got my dual-edged blade in tha cabinet ‘n’ a 44 magnum by my package / Knolege today’s mathematics, my havoc ways attract trollups, hussies ‘n’ tramps / I paint verbal collages that make above-average size tittie bitches flash me ‘n’ agitate that in which I carry in my pants / my verbose verbal illiads is ill ‘n’ slammin’ like Onyx / out on work furloughs, MCs disappear like Jimmy Hoffa did / you don’t need to come out tha closet yo, your gay-ass is obvious…
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masterful theatrical, instantaneous, life to death is gradual/ tha rap subterranean, I hurry shit / my Hip Hop is puritan ‘n’ my thirst is furious / verbal disturbances verse by verse fire out tha turret / fervently curious regarding occurances with the unknown / sport a paisley kerchief ‘n’ let tha gun blow / tha best flow, Criminal Minded like Boogie Down Productions / suffice Science provides verbal concussions ‘n’ subdural hematomas undetectable by X-Rays ‘n’ CT scans / take a photograph, my demographic’s far ‘n’ wide / my bars is wise ‘n’ scar minds / I spark carbines that fracture subpar rhymes like flippin’ cars ‘n’ spines / I toss darts dipped in cyanide, try to hide behind a thin line, you get minimized like humble pies / to rise above tha fake, I launch slugs like scuds in Kuwait in ’91, for your life you get no rebate…
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keep it legible, I stay on schedule ‘n’ trade heavy weight / bevies of 8ths while these MCs are pebbles / change tha decimal, I raise decibles ‘n’ get weed for medical by tha brick like Reginald Denny / remain in tha whip / semis ‘n’ clips empty epiphanies ‘n’ most of these ninjas are too pretty to kick it with me / misery enjoys sobriety in high society, y’all get on tha mic ‘n’ lie to me / my verse makes tha track dryheave ‘n’ my girth leaves her crying joyous / Science annoid by these toy hits / boisterous, my voice’ll knee you in tha groin bitch / poised prim ‘n’ proper, a metaphysical Hip Hopper / just cuz I floss a backpack don’t think I won’t spit tha Glock 1st / like Moses I was lost at birth, you lames, see who posts it on their blog 1st / unheroic, cuz for me it’s all hopeless / Milo remains loaded stoic, I slap emotions…
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set off a verbal riot, it’s Science / who tha fuck you thought supplied it? high as a kite with tha droopy eyelids / tha iron spit, maneuvers like Heimlich with 12-packs of Heineken / I’ll smack tha fire outcha system, splash ya with a bisquit / phi beta kappa, I hate rappers with fake swagger / lampin’ strapped in tha back, I let tha tech spray like cans of paint ‘n’ backpackers / ciphers with abstracts ‘n’ hardcores, the Art of War art of 16s / spliffs of weed kept in jars, clips empty gritty / Los Angelino steelo, my heart, muy frio / big wig like Stewie Griffen, Uzi dick in Jacuzzi bitches / Twisted’s sadistic ‘n’ swipes ice off a wrist, so sue me…
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Ironside, I cripple sound triple crown with iron at my side / leviathan rhymes giant, take me down to size / try it, you’ll get cut from tha ‘90s right angle / fly defiant Science, highest with tha might of a God or an archangel / irregardless whether how your arms flail, your subpar bars fail / impregnate thoughts, pass cigars at tha bar ‘n’ sip ginger ale ninja / my genitalia’s illegally alienated by these devils, they got me pent up / tha illest verse, I got is penned up - ven aqui, son / Knolege God knowledge born sworn identity / vocal cords is a sword n education is my memory / Milo rewinds tha time line to ’95…
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I move through tha aerial terrain with ill parables of pain felt deep within my heart, these bars speak / I ain’t sane, I have hatred tha size of half a grain seed until I spray paint trains in Spain ‘n’ blaze weed / tha Hip Hop Scourge ‘n’ I wear kerchiefs spittin’ sermons in words you never heard of / react to tha syntax flashed on that rapes rap / I flashback to tha days of spegack, Milo takin’ cat naps / back to Rae ‘n’ tha Purple Tape, circulate, now tha only thing dope today is served in tha coke cakes / skate back to where they trade half 8ths of crack for 20s of scratch / it was overrated, ya heard flame flash from a Special thirty-eight / it misfired, tha thugs ‘n’ drug dealers used nines ‘n’ Techs to clap tha buyers / a thousand claws in tha God’s jaw / Science - tha Mic Terrorist, careless / arm my sentence with a pair of clips…
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chronically chronologic ‘n’ caustic how I accost tha pen to paper ‘n’ embrace time haters / in lies tha weight, slice tha fake rhyme makers / crash tha wake ‘n’ inflate corpse inebriation / I should be awarded for tha pain alleviation I insinuate / y’all best assimilate to how my Hip Hop dictates / tha latest bulletin, stray bullets get lodged in your face ‘n’ you lames are full of it / dick in your mouth, I wonder how it tastes / ruckus don’t discriminate how I inseminate / lamp with champagne lenses / I stab crabs with tha hint of hate / stay in tha lab, I never graduate / my ratchet splashes fags ‘n’ fakes / my style captivates ‘n’ cats become sympathetic with their synthetic ways / alleged rhymes escape when my tech 9 sprays / annihilate that smile off your face / my Los Angelino steezo corrodes erodes like latrines ‘n’ developments of pisto / increase tha war like Gs up north with shanks as swords / cascades of flame, my hardcore never change / when it rains it pours, like righteous teachers / Science, tha MC who visualize a thesaurus in a wet tee-shirt / yo God, greazy skeezers attract a chorus but I’m way beyond those coordinates / drinkin’ Russian Vodka with communist sluts ‘n’ Gorbachev / you rappers get slapped with used douche bags / how you gonna explain to your seed that he got 2 dads? confused-ass ninjas, won’t advance unless they got a crew-ass ninjas / yo, I suplex you ninjas / Rubic’s Cuban linc, thoughts is high-falutin’ ‘n’ rude like post-pubescent sexist text messages sent after 6 drinks…
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tha most severist, here is your final restin’ like tha pyramids of Giza / rhyme style tighter than vagina popped on wedding nights/ pop sensation, I attack you / cold-blooded, MCs are expendable/ aim arrow aflame like Seminoles / perennial bicentennial, nightly rituals / habitual is my parables / a varitable cornucopia brought, my thoughts wrought utopia / la vida loca, smoke tha rocha / I’ll never grow up, though however / wise be my wis / time goes by, tha bass kicks ‘n’ snares hiss / careless, I snatch a vic’s 14 carat, pay your rap tariff / I lash out on the unknown when I compose droves of treasure troves personalized for your earlobes / wherever I lay to rest becomes gound zero / nuclear explosive potency as wretched as plagues of locusts / ordered on tha pagans, holiest of holies / only as by tha grace of God go I ‘n’ now I’m ghost…
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fuck rap, I’m tryin’ to make CREAM / heavy thoughts, get tha triple beam / ask God regard what his thought means / luck of tha draw cuz I win, never lose / my ledger severs dudes’ heads / yo, slow flow over tha b.p.m. / M-I-L-O, bandanas face with tha panty hose / I point tha victims out in line-ups ‘n’ put grams in my nose / verbal slugs fly in droves, Science – hotter than stoves ‘n’ coke flame broilin’ / catastrophic with tha clairvoyance / I came to ruin your life ‘n’ destroy it / a goyim whose venomous poison murk’s a ninja / scourge of the Earth type of ninja / a verbal pervert type of ninja / put ninjas 6 feet in tha dirt type of ninja / red alert, I go berserk perturbed ‘n’ swerve my blade / note my name on a web search / deranged, I’ll make your neck hurt…
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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…
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I bring hinderance to ignorance with schemes like pyramids, it’s bittersweet how men can’t see through flesh appearances / peep tha severest ugliness of others through 2-way mirrors / blunts keep my eyes bleary yet I see cleary / under false pretense they attempt to mix lies with truth but I see through it with tha scrutiny that ensues / mutinies of truces between crews ‘n’ squads in tha rap community confuse me when we all one mic, one international flag of Hip Hop / tha same blood on tha Earth plane, behind an iron curtain of intricate conspiracy to destroy peace ‘n’ equality with hypocrisy / can you all see tha God in me?
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my felonious speech beats tha mic, domestic violence / 3 strikes 25 to life, I move in silence / pigs try to inhibit these litanies spit from me at tha Hollywood Bowl with tha philharmonic symphony / I cause ruck with tha rough draft, ruffnecks ‘n’ thugs must bust fast or it’s 6 feet under grass / fuck rap, I’ll kill Hip Hop cremate it then bring it back like tha Golden Era, I’m here to scare society / white lies, I’ll bring you down, stigmatize you with 16 rounds ‘n’ snide remarks applied to your open wounds / I rised after 3 days in tha tomb / I’m more doper than syringes, addicts ‘n’ spoons / crews swoon when I enter tha room, gimme tha loot or I’ma gaffle your gold tooth / like Apple do you compute? don’t make me gotta hurt ya boo, I got vulgur virtures, just test me, you’ll see what ensues…
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for what it’s worth I stuff MCs under the Earth / laid to rest, cut off their effin’ heads, stick ‘em with bayonettes / rememberance forgotten, limericks get auctioned / Timberlands kick notches like La Maz octaves, dick goes in ‘n’ stickout tha crotches / throw you Franky Ocean homos out tha closet / straight semi-automatics shot you homo-autoerotics / I go around with as many as Octomom’s kids with me / still sniffing, still sportin Dickies, still sippin’ quartsa Mickey’s n givin bitches’ titties hickies / I throw hissy-fits, refrain from swine n crustaceans, read Leviticus 11 / Ecclesiasticus, honor tha Sabbath on tha day of Saturn, this is Hip Hop, check out tha placards…
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merge my multilayered exaltations with points of exclamation / fully decorated
half-man half-amazin’ / up to date I’m in waist chains cuz I’m an escape-risk / laden with notoriety, pagans worship tha sight of me / lead tha way toward eternal life/ my pen’s a sword, cut tha verbal slice ‘n’ crack my own cervical spine / liturgic, I swerve in cleaner than detergent with laundered rhymes / ponder how my verse’ll murder time / surmise my word’s devine, I keep my mind behind a kerchief / my assertiveness licks shots off tha spot like David Berkowitz / fuck a name, I duck ‘n’ aim at fuckin’ lames who shoulda tucked their chain / pleasure’s just a distant cousin of pain like a thin line between love ‘n’ hate / chokin’ emotion when I wrote this / I make opponents suffocate / my shotgun flow takes off your fuckin’ face / open tha closed casket at your fuckin’ wake ‘n’ ash tha blunt where there was once your face…
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I like your cadence.
PEACE
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my cognizance is consciousness, thoughts wicked like Mephistopholis / I hold Hip Hop hostage to free tha Lost Angel metropolis/ infuriated by verbal incompetence, paint tha murals incontinuous / part 2 sharp, cut ya sinews with darts that pierce a ear ‘n’ leave a scar like Jesus, various body parts / bars get drafted on some arts ‘n’ crafts shit / glass Jars is packed with grams of cannabis, I bless a cipher like a amulet / a holy man with his hand on tha mic spittin’ some savage shit / attack on sight like Montegues ‘n’ Capulets / Romeo with tha polio vaccine, I smash crabs ‘n’ fiends skiid, I sniff greed ‘n’ spliff trees / grimy ‘n’ gritty, see tha vocal symphony, a verbal mogul / Magellan style intelligent, unveil tha Shroud of Turin / fervent how my procurement can help nourish ‘n’ encourage growth / ninjas stumble drunk thru tha Heavens, I seen it on tha Hubble telescope…
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various variants change in my narratives, however I remain nefarious / get your glossary, I’m angry with myself, I don’t even talk to me / cross-reference tha verse, verbal hexes flex tha nexus, sweat tha curse cuz my words’ll get up ya skirt / Dirk Diggler-like, break out tha cameras ‘n’ tha Amstel Light / drunk savages stay in tha sight, I scathe tha mic / shots fired, man down, it’s just 1 of those nights / pass tha pipe in tha weed cipher, thoughts flow like Nietzsche ‘n’ Christ / I’d advise you to calmly put down tha microphone / go study, read a book or something intellectual to expand your mind frame / I wish I had my hands on some biker crank / 40 nights ‘n’ 40 days give or take, Milo gets back to tha street in a decade / as for now I express off-kilter non-filtered viewpoints from a vantage point with a vintage voice…
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lyrical grudge match, guns clap razor sharp bars, I raise tha bar yo, this is a form of art / swingin’ brute force like Anakin with lightsabers, highs taper, I see over New York skyscrapers/ nickel plated four-four rhymes supply hatred for tha ATL, got beef? then you could face me in hell / here’s a one-way ticket for ya, be sure to pack your sword up, your sort is fluff while mine’s hardcore son / facial features stay scarved up prepared for war, even tha score, take 1 of mine, I’ll take 1 of your closest cohorts / go to tha store ‘n’ survey tha merchandise, what these rap merchants present ain’t even worth halfa tha purchase price / commercial rappers get cervical fractures tryin’ to discourage my advancement, tha purist Hip Hop purist from Los Angeles / I stack raps ‘n’ you can’t equal half of them, hell you can’t even understand half of them…
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wallflower minuets sentence MCs to slow deaths with secondhand smoke from marijuana cigarettes/ sharp bladed piranha grill, laud my skill / Twisted Science, ill n ferocious / I’ma change my name to lion / you ain’t no MC yo, stop lyin’ / you cayn’t spit so swallow like a seasoned trick / devious n well-thought out, you don’t beast like this / I wear Dickies, a sling-shot n Timberlands/ once upon a far gone remembrance I was encrypted with innocence, then I was Twisted by anger n resentment/ you materialists, I’m tha Sovereign Hip Hop Imperialist, a Shakespearean surrealism lyricist / call me Mr. Peabody, my whip is tha Way Back / fuck a Maybach, Twist is flame like Peruvian flake batch baked to crack a.k.a. my grey matter / chase my dragon, I snatch chains ‘n’ suede hats off you fake rappers that got your faces tatted / marked for life, ya bark but don’t bite / carve my rhyme above your bitches’ behinds cuz I could take that / only flow you got’s tha one that comes 12 times a year outcha lap / crab, your rap’s dilapidated / come on homie, it was tha early ‘90s when I skated / got tears on your eyes, never murked or did longer than probation violation time, the ablest Science verse is laced with cyanide…
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death parades ‘n’ prances, verbally dope like 7 grams sniffed, 3 double-dipped tabs of acid got me fryin’ balls yo / of all tha hoes I make Sarah Smile like Hall ‘n’ Oates, balls get broke / I’m so coked up I start to choke the art of 16 bars, I teach to tha tone deaf, harness resentment pent up, released with tha note clef / you rappers is Kotex, spit with my throat strepped, acquiesce your style cuz I’m foul n I’m so fresh / rugged ruffneck raw with tha rogue threats, molest ya eardrums with truth serum, you know a hoe glow after sex / I’ll scar ya head like my broken neck, throwin’ stones in homes with tha Greenhouse Effect / weed ‘n’ an ounce of meth got me lifted ‘n’ Twisted off a 5th of gin, snatch a rope with a rival clique’s logo / I show growth with my flow yo, my Babygirl’s a Scorpio, Gerbis n Bozack got tha biggest noses…
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Blaxploit you like Dolemite flicks, I burn coal with my 3rd eye ‘n’ sip wine with Dionysus / you kids on that pop shit, I pop clips caustic, tha rap ayatollah doper than a gram of yola / rollup holdin’ heavy artillery, my thoughts is mixed martial arts yo, you verbal Greta Garbos, my cervical scars a barcode/ bars of flow kept in jars left ajar, I’m tha harvester of sorrow ‘n’ discontent / sniff illicits that’s holistic, it takes a village idiot savant to spit tha illest shit, isn’t it odd Hense flipped tha whip ‘n’ I gripped on to existence just to sentence 20 years in prison? I’m a tweaker with addiction in remission / fictitious ninjas attempt to spit venomous, inept fake fuckers get their faces ruptured ballistic / you faggots better have it tucked in, I end discussion even when it’s just Twisted talkin’…
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captivate the audience with gaudy Godly shit, I diss entire continents with contents under pressure/ Mac-10’s kept in tha dresser next to my Glock, in tha holster, when I’m sober’s when you get robbed / camera shy fuckers get cut from their chin to their nuts, I samurai chop MCs all up in their guts / French vanilla caramel sundae chocolate deluxe, tongue sharp like razors, Milo’s a trailblazer/ fishscale scripts inscripted, observe tha story like Griffith Observatory, I’m gifted with tha lifted high IQ / a hundred 35 is borderline genius, devious heathen shit / Science, tha most pekid sword slicer / dual-edged, fuel tha fire, positive electron proton, nuclear bomb / Lil Man loves when I Love Lucy comes on / I smoke woolies wearin’ an iron-plated bubble goose, my verbal UZI makes you see God…
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last but not least, I bring the Apocalypse of Prophecy / oxes, Glocks out tha boxes carried in pockets / rockets launch ‘n’ hit ninjas in tha crotch / pay homage when you see tha God, ninja, I shish kabob ninjaz with ink pens ‘n’ leave ‘em leakin’ / beefin with you vegans I make you eat this, bitin’ off more than you can chew / haiku highly acclaimed by tha truist, a ninja’s brain remains truant with suspect excuses, I forge checks to balance a trumped up salary / callously, I give a chunky butt cheek for yall that ain’t as foul as me / gun bouts, my foul mouth shouts at you commercial rappers that kowtow to tha South / crowds best watch out who they carouse with, this is MCin’ yo / heavy pigmented or pallid, it’s sadistic in how I prowl for kids who live in figments of fiction / what you claim about, I lived it / my brain is so crime-oriented my thoughts are in cuffs from heavy convictions ‘n’ morals / immortal corporeal, metaphorical oral oracle, fuck a court appeal/ swarms are torn by tha sword I wield, brighter than 4 red dwarves ‘n’ to tha culture I fell head over heels…
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Twisted Science, a junior member of tha Wu-Tang Clan / snatch ya 2 chains, smack you in tha face ‘n’ smash your Ray Bans / peep game man, I bleed flame n breathe caine by tha gram n ya whole clique is gay man / fuck tha South B, I’m Southern Cali, ya whole style is mousey while mines like Mao Tse-Tung n Milo browbeats n hands out lumps / scratch off brands of guns, my anthems start pandemonium / I drink coffee gray w/ chromium / lenders is loaners, come thru hostile boo / my manhoods short but still long enough to touch both your tonsils boo, n when you chuckle skeet leaks outcha nostrils boo / when you see Science on record, ya know you’ll cop 2 / 1 for recreational use n 1 to study / you love me like Mom-Duke regardless how much I’m ugly / truth be told, I leave a room cold or maybe your womb’s too old / till I die Ima burn coal fool…
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lear at God, I’ll snatch ya lira God, I’m tha lyric God / I put tha fear in God, stick her hard n all you hear is “God” / verbally theres no God on Earth like me, my verse is like Hercules or Mercury, I work tha words purged from me / into ornamental shapes n sizes, assimilate to rhyme spit in tha Last Daysa Time, mass graves get designed / we live to die, flippant n glib / I script off-color rhymes that’s off-kilter sippin Miller Genuine Draft / I’ll have 16 bars on my epitaph, 1 after tha next / poetic death threats splash from beyond tha grave / cross my heart, I spit darts of hate that devastate ninjaz out they mainframes…
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bring tha culture back, I’ll make your soul collapse yo / potent poetic, throats get stabbed before there’s time for an edit / ‘n’ my shit long enough to touch both ya tonsils ‘n’ when you laugh my nut splash up out ya nostrils / I make tha 6th sense audible ‘n’ when you hear me it inflates your lymph nodules, it’s possible but not probable that you could outspit me / find your kitches bitches, take your half-baked flow back to the kitchen / grab a 6-packa coke n chop up n put it in ya nose / I hold attention hostage n rob spots with tha pantyhose / fuck a Grammy yo, I just want grams n grams for my nose plus to get up in your panties hoe / I battle guitars with banjos, lampin’ with hoes that got more ass than Amber Rose, check out my grammar yo, my prose make foes stammer/ watch ya manners, my bantor’s candid n opens sinus passages like camphor…
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pay tha pied rhymer, in a cipher, I ignite you dicks like a nymphomaniac with a shaved vagina / brains react like mange to cats, all you fraidy-cats crave harassment like desperate crank addicts trade ass / I make bodies desolate ‘n’ stay high like Pegasus, arias is sagas ‘n’ epics, you saw it you shoulda left it alone / I blow ninjaz’ wigs up like Prednisone to a slim face, a rose by any other name is still gracious / I filet n dice tracheas as tha pastiest MC in tha radius, of tha globe / I leave tha Atlas Shrugged, reaction to tha Hands Above that blesses lessons incandescent wearin rubber gloves…
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I cut tracks with latex gloves on, with saxes like ‘80s love songs, England was savage before tha Anglo-Saxons inhabited tha land ‘n’ put tha ruckus on / look, there really’s no discussion, I’m right you’re wrong / to put it differently, it’s tha winners who wrote history / viciously I’m severely vexed by all this tyranny flexed / I’m nearly next to tha best to ever bless tha flesh / back from the essence I returned to teach ‘n’ learn lessons / obscure references of my conscientious objections eject like cassettes outta tape decks, you cats is ass like gay sex / I spaz, you get your face checked, I smash ‘n’ grab your gold chains ‘n’ take tha braids off your head…
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riveted by ninjaz piecin’ rivulets of tenuous resplendent sentences with verbal semen as adhesive / I’m gritty / I’m in prison for eatin’ a bitch’s titty / goin’ around flashin’ a passion for rappin’ I’ll legally change my name to Thadeus or P. Diddy / tha Lazarus of rap, cradle to grave, I came to enable tha knave hazardous / immaculate concepts kept on deck / my cassettes inject thoughts when they eject so inspect tha deck like Rebel INS / heavy metal with tha frets, I threaten MCs to death in 3rd degree burns on their ear canals / lyrics is foul, I hunt ninjaz down n assault vocally / chauffeuring n pile drivin’ bitches in their ovaries…
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tha way it go, I’m more dope tha 80 grams of ‘80s coke cooked up or put up your nose / I’m so flame I’m hotter than tanks of propane canisters, handpick words that damage amateurs drastic / manifest as God in flesh / convince a Goth to cut off his head rhythmic, what I present’s meticulous ‘n’ intricate like arithmetics / I snatch monies with gloves from you frivolous kids who get no love from me, sayin’ you thug ninjaz, please, ninja / it’s tha G-O-D S-C-I-E-N-C-E, ninja, tensed up / my message gives massages that loosen ninjas’ wigs up like hits n puffs n whiskey ounces drunk out a tin cup / pent up in tha pen, my pen erupts / Milo’s grim, life is fucked, I think I like it in cuffs / my mind is buff, tha temporal’s got 15 inch guns / sustained objections, civil-i-zations’ molested / girl, oh no he didn’t, bitch, you know I did it…
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God projects projectiles thru tha verbal prizm outta prison / my wisdom Breaks Down Science ‘n’ tha system / with schisms inflicted when I insert witticism / perverted with assertiveness, charged guilty by tha words I spit / malign a ninjaz progression with an epicurean epic from a rap purist that’s restive ‘n’ unsettled / I play tha Blue Eyed Devil’s Advocate, copious ‘n’ lavish / Post-It notes stay posted on tha kitchen cabinet / descendant of tha cavernous folk with a 730 tattoo tatted on tha throat ‘n’ my wildin’ oats’ve never been sowed / let me alone to trek tha globe with my eyes closed / outsiders gather round, I call ‘em quilos….
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tha cipher slicer, peel a MC’s wig like Lady Godiva / arms, legs, head, titties ‘n’ vagina / you ain’t no MC, I literize literal litanies that impair judgment / yours ain’t nothin’ but a light buzz / you slight thug, I leave tha mic drugged ‘n’ I been deified so be advised I’m also demonized / never judge a man by his penis size / Science rhyme’s fly ‘n’ cohesive, thoughts behemoth like tha circumference of his penis / gut tha blunt like bulimics ‘n’ speak with vocal analgesics, inhale exhale, everyday celebrate like a weekend / elevate a heartrate like I’m tweakin’ / by far my bars is raw like steak / I’m like tha czar of pain, I strummed guitar back in tha day when Science had a mane like a lion ‘n’ I used to skate way before Lil Wayne / now that shit’s passe’, act your age / I pack hits that’s half 8ths…
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orthodox conservative, my sword chops attempted verbalists / courtside is where I foul ninjaz foul-ninja / disavow your consonants ‘n’ vowels, bitch-ninja /you’ll get verbally disemboweled like I was Simon Cowell, bitch-ninja / rouse my pent up feelins, emote tha realist / an egotistic hedonist, go back to tha Garden of Eden shit / I make needles skip, skinpoppin Hip Hop like IV intravenously / aleve it when I need a fix, MCs refer to me as Jesus / go get ya lazy eyeball fixed like Aaliah did before she was clipped prematurely / when worse gets worst I’m curt n turn existence into eternity…
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warpaint covers me, my swords lovely, vocals vibrate ‘n’ cut tha spinal cords of your cohorts, now you stuck B / how you gonna react, shoutin’ out you’ve been had, I move more units than crack / transport heavy rotations, nasal membranes get disintegrated / tha nostril apostle Milo vindicates vendettas with barracuda bites ‘n’ emptied clips from Berettas ‘n’ tech 9s / cliques I despise get they wigs split by tha rhyme I spit / tha mightiest Twisted Science with tha sky blue irises ‘n’ tha iron fist of a tyrant’s decisive / my lines drip crises, chasin’ chicks by tha dime that resemble Isis, your clique’s chump man, I snatch your ices…
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sentence by sentence I cause damage to remembrance like short-term memory loss with wicked 3 6 temperament / my temporal lobe got a temper, travel tha globe when my eyes close, I keep my chakras centered ‘n’ my Science Twisted explicit / what is tha difference between dissidents ‘n’ ex-Christians? tumultuous assaults to wigs / from tha Baltic Sea to tha Mediterranean, I break policy ‘n’ turn coliseums to mausoleums / I call it how I see it ‘n’ y’all just act roles like Liam Neeson/ I’m so dope I stick diamond needles in haystacks / AKs splash paybacks, pen to pad’s my only way to equate that…
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Milo keeps tha Hippocratic Oath with his democratic vote revoked by his felonious ways yo / get your Facebook page poked, Hip Hop Hooray is on my brain like cocaine smoke made my ears ring / my tyranny makes queers scream, give up tha CREAM to me or I’ll make tha beamer speak a 9 millimeter dialect / take it to vets like Protect Ya Neck vignettes with mysteries of chessboxin, buck 50 oxes cuttin sockets with octaves / I talk shit cuz I can back it, philosophic or savage, either way I’m on a higher bracket / Science, tha illest G in a White packet, see corporate logos on a rapper’s chain yo, I snatch it / active in blowin’ hashish before my growth spurt was established ‘n’ Hense handed me brain damage flippin tha whip till he was R.I.P.d / you ain’t no MC yo, get off tha Goddamn microphone / really homie, New York is rap’s proverbial Mecca, how dare you say you don’t like New York? I won’t do it, I’m a vet, but you’ll still get ya head touched / I ain’t even from tha East, money, you need to think before you speak, Young Money / your whole clique is dummies, open tha fold n sniff tha 20 off Nicki Minaj’s tummy…
