Twisted Science Cypherz

I’m battlin’ you cattle in Los Angeles with javelins / out for CREAM with a capital “M” / je tem / shove my jammy in your mammie like “Gone With tha Wind” / cause you false Gods to falter quick off some top notch scholar shit / easily revoke your scholarships / dumbfound you idiots / leave you seein’ more Blood than Crips with 6 empty clips pointed at your wig / Knolege God Self’s evocative of some head-knockin’ weed smoke coughin’ shit / fillin’ coffins often /fillin’ noggins with pro-Hip Hop politics / switchin’ colluseums to mausoleums / clean like
amoxicillin / tha God of Villains / decimatin’ villages with my quill’s tip…

it’s neuroburglary / get touched / lose your burgundy / quickly ‘n’ fast / spit ill verses till my last gasp / perhaps my rhyme display leaves you idols in dismay / you were demigods / can’t have it both ways / quite a query that is / but fuck it / I spoil it so NOBODY gets it / even you cop tha God’s jewels / spit ruckus into foreign rap functions / you cats get scuffed like toe tips on Timberlands, ‘n’ last night I touched your wifey’s innards when I hit tha skins / I set trends to break, sharper than Schick razor blades is how I spit / get a grip upon reality / my spirit’s trapped in carnality, life’ll never reach finality…

yo, here’s tha skinny, my metabolism, excersize plus tha coke sniffing / all natural, West Coast flow, my brain is gone fishing / slay any MC, tha God’s gritty / whole grains I go against, you false tittie rappers manufacture fact / watch your back, my thoughts is radioactive like nuclear power plants / tha most devout, splash you like shower caps / half-cowards don’t even know tha half / I devour rap everytime my pen stabs / sneak attack Kim Kardashians ravenous / I’m here to put life back in rap like Christ did to Lazarus / reaffirm Los Angeles, San Fernando referred to as Nazareth / AM FM satellite, fuck tha bandwidth…

my voice splash, tha mic gash ‘n’ spaz flame / I maim tha lame with gaps in they brains, I vaccinate tha game / acclimate to tha hate for fakes, travel through space ‘n’ time battlin’ claims of King James Version in my rhyme / dimes don’t mind my perversions on tha surface, my sermons work it as tha Earth spin backwards / verdicts worded, guilty conscience, filthy kerchiefs - I rob with verses murderous, tha Hip Hop David Berkowitz / aimin’ clips at your wig, I pull licks ‘n’ make tha paint chip, nickel plated statements ‘n’ paragraphs in run-on sentence formations / I stay laced ‘n’ draped in Christ’s Aramaic language / Judaic Law / call me tha thorn in the lion’s paw, pause for tha faux paus / I leave tha mic in gauze with tha mantra / pictures of gunshots from cops premeditated ‘n’ plotted, tha legal murder rate is Fateful pain felt by tha Godless / oxen slain by octaves, the authorship of tha novel is authorized ‘n’ spines tingle from tha toxins / I pick locks ‘n’ pockets, my Hip Hop is caustic / I throw flame with no oxygen / proof positive it’s Science tha rap operative, wearin’ a pair of moccasins, sting tha benign 7 times malignant / bars ‘n’ tarot cards ‘n’ weed kept in jars, as far as tha eye could see / Twist’s iron fist slice dark as what tha night brings / summarize sharp sabers, lacerations from dual edged razors in black Nikes / ostrasize tha competition grimy, my mics a Glock 9 ‘n’ I keep my eyes Chinese status with fat butt Guyanese hoes fuckin’, I’m touchin’ they guts with my name tatted on they ass cheeks…

pass tha mic back to me, beatboxin’ or ebony ‘n’ ivory / magazines ‘n’ clips, leave you stiff like Ebeniezer ‘n’ that cripple kid / you tryin’ to play me like tha ‘80’s was greater than tha ‘90s? I’ll slice your face with a razor for your heresy / I flair flippant clarity, flair Luciferic, iller than Lou Gherig’s / arid like SFV summers, walkin’ hotter than tha Serenghetti, when I talk to God at night I spare prayers for Sebe, Zone ‘n’ Cloud / think 1st ‘fore you count Milo out / I got more jokes than souls at Auschwitz-Birkenau / spur of tha moment poems hone in circumspected / approach Twist fully vested, I’ll leave you open with holes showin’ your solar plexus / it’ll be raw, with no protection just so I could cause infection / my mind ‘n’ rhymes stay high like Pegasus / don’t pervert me, I’m 730 with sick hyperboles…

I play tha Angel of Death roll ‘n’ heads roll from my verbal frescoes / I Reginald Denney MCs with a brick yo ‘n’ Blood accumulates like fake thugs at parties / Jake comes ‘n’ your car leaves in whips with car seats / I battle bars in Hebrew, Arabic ‘n’ Pharci / 24 carat shine protects ya neck like scarabs, I’m tha paradigm of perfection / MC aggression’s addressed in my vigilante vignettes that get panties wet / flex, lampin’ fresh with threats I carry out with techs / it’s paramount to note tha tone of flesh / my tone of voice you ain’t hearin’, snort until my eyes tear up severe / rockin’ snow camoflauge gear, my pens are Glocks ‘n’ my thoughts are like Shakespeare / Lancelot, King Arthur ‘n’ Guinevere, Excalibur dual-edged rhymes that slice you open wide ‘n’ divide your triglycerides / how I epitomize wisdom ‘cuz ism is tha wise…

sided, with tha God of Abraham, Jacob ‘n’ Isaac / tha 9 flips tyrannical ‘n’vibrant / flippant, Science Twisted, spliffin’ ism is tha wise descendant of Christ / walk tha plane of Nazareth, God brought me back to life like Lazarus with blessed verbal techniques ‘n’ tactics mastered that damage cabbages inside out / leviathan bouts over a 40 oz of St. Ides aggravate tha mind to slide in soused / sheisty grime like Oscar tha Grouch, plea bargain MCs copout for proverbial reach arounds / groundbreaking, Lao-tzu awakenings, every day I filet brains to attain ‘n’ master my chi / snatch your chain ‘cuz you only half-believe, graphically I splash you half-wits / it’s a habit for me, I cause tragedy / majesty is why your wiz call me “Big Daddy” / never flash unless you blast, yo where your cash B?

get closer to God
in a tight situation
surrounded by black tail bitches
salaceous and aids ridden
Spreadin death
like the Hill Strangler
kill your first born
like the North Star
and babies in mangers
knocks on the door from evil strangers
Intertech nine’s taken lives
and makin angels out of anger
you’re like Lil Kim’s chest
you’re a big faker
like sellin rocks and soap
cause we all need paper
is it safer with a bullet proof bubble goose on
walkin these streets puffin
trees, tighten the noose God
clash of the lyrical Titans
Milo easily frightens the meek
sometimes danger moves in silence
violent tendencies burn the remnants of my enemies
shoot em down
like the Kennedy’s
I had an epiphany
you’re only semi-human centaur
it must be killed
hear the symphony
you play dress up and act pretty
I get silly and burn Philly’s
Pren de lo with Jackson bills see
attached with AR15’s and M16’s
banana clips taped together for endless shooting
militant flight rhymin
blue eyed Bacardi limon
Black Label Jack Daniel’s
Cane and Abel murder route
rebuttal sent in quick
like spending a bill to the rich
arguments ensue
and gun battles start to rattle
the aftermath of a hydrogen blast
bomb shelters in empty cellars
the only thing to cipher
last is Knowledge God
blow away the novice

God cinder block em
God stay high
like Andromeda
God I spit Science
all the CO’s hate me
cause I’m never in compliance
caught cocaine buyin
after I smoked enough to be slyin
the Holy Scion Jesus Christ heirloom
I was raised on a cross in a bomb shelter
get wet seltzer bottle
pull full throttle
go bananas
like Simeons
the rap apostle
read the novel
rhyme phenomenal

for every rhyme I write
it’s 25 to life
magazines unload
from underneath my third eye
heavy goodbye of a comatose patient
he’s in a coma yo
realize blatant lies stated
grenades settin off
taken limbs and brains flagrant
this nine milli takes a rich man or a vagrant
I’ll end your career
like Justine Bateman

check it homes, I mess with domes via poems thrown thru tha microphone, yo God, respect my cholo / my Pyrex flow flames until tha lighter’s broke, I fuck bitches froggystyle until their vaginas croak / Science victimizes entire cliques like verbal R-A-P-E, I drop rhyme while you drink skeet / my voice got cleats, wannabes wanna talk to me like they shot up amphetamines / caught in tha fleshes, been tha God since the essence, acquiesce my arrest records, I take pleas / take heed in tha vein like 8ths of speed, cut fake MCs’ heads open ‘n’ eat their weak thoughts like monkies in Faces of Death shit, abrasively caress earsockets, frontal lobes is kept in Twist’s pocket, I shape my tongue ‘n’ pick locks with it, blame Christ for it ‘n’ hang him on tha cross for it…

I stay perched in tha weed cipher, ready for service with ancient techniques from tha Jew-Tang Tribe / trained to be a true MC, I manifest manifesto destiny with brutal force from the ink pen / plebeians are bewildered, there’s no median, your mediocrity steelo is all filler words / kill tha weak with terms, run up on your turf ‘n’ serve your rap fiends nickel-gleam sacks to show you what crack means / I pap smear tracks, there ain’t no amnesty when I rap, you know I spit it from tha packaging / Science, tha most vicious throat slitter, tha neck says 730 cuz I send cats to Heaven early / respect my cholo, I flex my oak bone thru poetic prose, whether not emeritus, I float wicked just like tha fallen cherubim / shinin’ more bright than Lucifer in his heyday with Glock 45ths, 9 millis ‘n’ AKs…

tha physiological chronicles of human existence begin when I spit this, tha universe emits Yahweh’s eminence which is limitless, He is, will be ‘n’ always has been / I crash whips with slappin’ tracks blastin’ the airwaves, every last facet of your brain’ll be ingrained with flame / your name is flawed, who’s tha God? all y’all is caught by Satan’s claws / I slay fakes ‘n’ ravens is brought forth, my educated thoughts is dual-edged sharp swords / turn rap into a bloodsport, my vice removes vocal cords of you ‘n’ your cohorts / Science coughs ill rhymes on tha mic device like bronchitis caused by menthol squares ‘n’ Newports / tha rich waste jewels on a corpse, I beat tracks up like tramps ‘n’ whores…

I make it happen, cats get clapped faster than Tinactin / action reaction, boomerang that / I’m like Yohan Sebastian Bach, musical mosaics get sprayed when Milo’s scholastic aptitude is raised / take my ashes ‘n’ lace tha blunt / shit gets drastic like fast metabolism out a fat ass / heavy 4 pound plastic guns blast like dime crack hits / find the answer to tha verbal mathematical equation that’s been crafted in tha savage-ass rough draft by tha Refined Ruffneck Caucasian, who’s into havin’ rough sex with half-Black Asians ‘n’ half-Aztec half-gavachas whose nalga’s Jane Blazin…

cromagnon physique, broham with ancient wisdom made in Mozambique / Anglo-Saxon make ya panties bleed / call your clique, call tha cavalry, I sling bars sting my archery / poisonous dart pierced your main coronary artery / go back ‘n’ study tha art of 16 /mercenary verse, murk you verbal cherries, tha way these words carry weight, euphemism entandras variate / my paragraph consumates tha track, stylus to phonograph /Milo stands smilin’ ‘cuz life’s full of mental photographs/ 36 yrs, I still look like I did when Hense splashed me / really I’m more deepthan vaginal cavities, call Milo, tha dentist ‘cuz I wanna fill ‘em all / White, Black, Asian ‘n’ Latina / I’m thought worthy, always pensive ‘cuz that’s how I just be / freedom is a luxury but I spit ill benedictions to keep from goin’ nutty / Milo is Gnosiiix, thoughts flow, I parasite tha host that sups with me / I’m ruck, remember Mack Truck? yo, you rap bunk / a has-what sniffin’ glass cuts / I have blunts, blow ‘em n’ act up, tha vocal paragon God / they wave palm fronds ‘n’ then I’m on tha cross…

I do this for Cloud ‘n’ my people never made it, higher than tha Himalayas, place my name over your mixtape shit/ ixnay you ingrates, Twist is great ‘n’ vents anguish from tha bing, fuck your dreams, I’m nightmarish/ high velocity carats cherished, submachine rifles smuggled in from tha Sub-Saharan desert to Paris/ bash shins in like Nancy Kerrigan, shots spit out, horse ‘n’ carriages, guaranteed you’ll fail like forced marriages/ garrulous ‘n’ glib, flippant Euro-American doin’ bids for entire rap eras ‘n’ shit/ flares of wit with no equivocal comparison, am I tha God? you swear I’m him after I spit/ lavish panash is never splashed by accident, my Spun Fernando Los Angeles mannerisms call for an ambulance cuz Science enacts aneurisms with wordplay, per se, purvey my lyrical incisions…

tha way I do this, I came to reign ‘n’ hold mine down / I disconfigurate brain hemispheres ‘n’ leave tha mic sprained / Judas Iscariot rhymes, competition, I bury them with my illest fly compositions / married to Hip Hop / my pen spits virtuoso vignettes, loco, creepin’ low-pro ‘n’ cuts throats hazardous / tha Rap Lazarus, 12 Tribes, 12 Jewels, 12 Zodiac signs, Gemini on some double twin shit / fitted, bubble-goose equipped with bulletproof, pull a deuce-fifth / shots fired from God’s iron Mac, ricochets catch an esquire in his ass / my ingenuity’s been since tha womb in me…