Twisted Science Cypherz

cell flow, I make hell cold / I write sickly I got tennis elbow, you ninjaz mean dick to me / the amenities of bein’ Science, I stay connected like tha sinus / your clique’s rhymes smell funny like vaginas with yeast infections / I lace tha mind up with Jesus questions / my brain reigns supremacy, more imperial than tha Byzantines / if it’s me, you know it’s classic like White bitches with fat asses / tactics fabulous like titties flappin’ in a strapless / y’all ninjaz forgot what rap is, I make tha track flip, memorable like a Biblical passage / theoretic parables crafted, veritably unbarable / I swear I assault Montagues ‘n’ Capulets …

detonate when tha bass resonates / I’ve seen better days for tha rap game, I point, splash ‘n’ aim/ ninjaz lost half their brains ‘n’ God obtains accolades for avoir dupois thoughts that’s phat ‘n’ heavyweight / now taste this, pull out ‘n’ stroke a “happy ending” on your face bitch / golden bangles, throats get strangled, pound a stake thru ya heart, wrists ‘n’ ankles / hail to tha chief, I never mistake identities / they call me Milo, d’you remember me? you know, tha half-attractive Caucasoid with tha sky blue opticals / I think tha answer to all of life’s problems is at tha bottom of a 40 ounce malt liquor bottle / I model my life as tha lyrical Sancho, sendin’ mixed smoke signals like Navajo bitches, born with 10 toes ‘n’ 8 phalanges with 2 opposables / tha most notable microphone ogre, ain’t nobody as ill as Miloer…

I penetrate tha fake with a thin blade / how I facilitate my anger, cut thru tha layers ‘n’ spray flame at tha naysayers / I snort cocaine by tha flaky acre ‘n’ spit hate at tha Pope like Sinead O’Connor / snatch a golden plated rope off a primadonna’s throat that supports commercial corporate logos, yo this ain’t Kansas Toto / leave my handprints scrawled on tha wall ‘n’ take photos for evidence, Twisted’s possessed, call the exorcist / tha Hip Hop president, elected by the electorate, exquisite ‘n’ bless-ed, passive-aggressive ‘n’ nonchalant / all my exes were turned on by my verbal finesses, caught by tha fleshes, erogenous zones get probed ‘n’ all that’s heard is “yesses” / a legend within my own right, from my tippy-toes to my mind, hoes get high from bein’ in Milo’s presence / right below Heaven’s where I rested on tha 7th day, retrace metaphorically tha parable of Creation / don’t rub me tha wrong way, you love it or hate it / bend over yo, this is how you’re gonna take it / I’m hella persuasive with these pervasive razor blade remarks, you know I’m workin’ when I’m wearin’ a paisley scarf…

it all falls to pieces like tha morning-after pill to a fetus, dreamin’ I’m walkin’ with a sock on my penis like Flea ‘n’ Toney Kiedes / tha most pekid, choppin’ MCs like a Cuisinart, I speak holy shit like a Jesus fart / I narrate novels that would topple Aristotle ‘n’ send you baby snakes back to your bottles / my thoughts lop tha top of your noggins off, knock it off, y’all ain’t no MCs, any race color or creed / greed rears its ugly head when I smell pink, petite bitches with chunky rears, they all look like Playboy Bunnies from tha rear / it’s all lovely here, blow a 20, drink some beer / trade ya cufflinks for a quarter-ounce, get a tenderloin like a porterhouse / grab tha dual-edged sword in my trousers ‘n’ cut from ya mouth to your vocal cords / cut off your witty retorts before ya have tha effin’ chance to spit ‘em out…

watch point, as God anoints cuz tha laws are void / vigilante verbalist whose voice gets tha world to spin on an axis tilted / from Manhattan to Los Angeles, I pillage rap, tha mic needs bandages / my Timbs’ll kick you in tha nuts so hard you’ll have retarded great-grandkids / your fake rap style’s just a fad kid / tha fact is you ain’t no MC, I chisel litanies hardcore that start wars / what you think these bars is for? questions expressed rhetorical, my sword is pulled / tongue sharp as a blade, cut off a vic’s face ‘n’ wear it / tha Vocal Ed Gain, y’all rappers led tha fakest lives / professin’ thugs with 9s, went home ‘n’ wore aprons ‘n’ tights / 12 inches ‘n’ 45s, I wish it was still blended cassettes for mixtapes, Funk Flex ‘n’ Kay Slay / now anybody can make a mixtape, my pen filets brains like fryin’ on Purple Haze…

narrate tha narrative with imperious thought shot from behind tha universal garrison, I’m glib ‘n’ garrulous / it’s hilarious, you think your clique compares to this / I lockjaw with a pitbull flow, y’all sound like terriers / barkin’ with no bite, makin’ CREAM production your whole life / I’ll take ya CREAM with a dull knife / voluptuous dime pictures on tha wall call to mind you MCs cuz you all kinda like vaginas / dine in drunk like Dionysus, regardless of tha funk I like it/ tasty, I enter, practice makin’ a baby / illicit substance intake’s raised me, now I spit flame over a breakbeat…

pirate with tha illest tirades, what I say is similar to pillagin’ villages in Christ’s name / psych, stay in your price range, sheisty with tha golden fangs / Science is sick, I’ll bite you in your colon mang/ drivin’ in a stolen Range Rover with a flame thrower diggin’ graves for rappers extraordinaire, of straight ‘n’ coarser hair / glare at my sword’s glint, glorious like how a war is meant / my wit blindsides, I place my name upon ya forehead / sordid assortments of verbal torture quarters MCs indeed / those who mourn ‘em know my identity / postmortem, what’s tha skinny? Blunted Souls still get bent off the Henny / light tha spliff, get inspired, fire tha twin semis / Twisted is forever hella gritty, Bringin’ Down Society, blowin’ weed up yo with communal hippies / feudal duchesses with massive asses ‘n’ big titties get anything they conquest / don’t like my rhymes, punk? then off with your head…

lampin’ like a gargoyle, my bars is part oil / soluble vapor solid, take tha green paper preserved to send your seed to college ‘n’ get a sword / don a katana, a thousand years upon us, it’s time for war / Obama drama, Jimmy Hoffa ninjas with tha traumatized / Me-chelle my belle’s a dime ‘cuz tha effin’ prez is a Black 10 / publicize how y’all are 85s, I got a black Mac-10 ‘n’ a dagger, I’ll cut out both your eyes, actin’ as a friend / wearin’ sand colored Timberlands armed in fatigues, with chocolate, look like Tatyana Ali / cocksure, I cockblock the Earth in how it rotates / hotties hear 1 verse, wanna eat me like Yoplait…

lampin’ like a gargoyle, my bars is part oil / soluble vapor solid, take tha green paper preserved to send your seed to college ‘n’ get a sword / don a katana, a thousand years upon us, it’s time for war / Obama drama, Jimmy Hoffa ninjas with tha traumatized / Me-chelle my belle’s a dime ‘cuz tha effin’ prez is a Black 10 / publicize how y’all are 85s, I got a black Mac-10 ‘n’ a dagger, I’ll cut out both your eyes, actin’ as a friend / wearin’ sand colored Timberlands armed in fatigues, with chocolate, look like Tatyana Ali / cocksure, I cockblock the Earth in how it rotates / hotties hear 1 verse, wanna eat me like Yoplait…

virtuous, tha virtuoso / I vindicate vendettas with what I wrote / check tha Rosetta Stone / heads get blown ‘n’ MCs is copy clones, so I adios to old styles when I create a poem / encode my archives as I prioritize ‘n’ aggravate tha rhyme / I lacerate minds with mics, tha one-man rap brigade / splash iron mics with tha cascades, clad in a iron breastplate / I last for decades / 730 with tha Section 8 / certifiable, spreadin’ legs like bridles / I decimate plebs vexed, the Apex verbal T. rex / life ‘n’ death situations is preset with chaotic pretext / you ever fought your last breath?

gaze upon my optics that squash your grandiose pipedreams ‘n’ leave you jaundice / I fly high with tha comets / my mind is sick yo, I’ll make Death vomit / check it, my cock spit when my Glock click/ faught God with less conscience than Pontius / I’m more talkative than tweakers ’n’ Hip Hop shot str8 out tha speakers / MCs be gazin’ at my peter which erect measures 10 meters / my bars is barbed / I dream of fuckin’ Ayana Starr ‘n’ clappin’ that fat ass ‘n’ I keep weed in jars, smoke glass ‘n’ I’ll fuck any girl but I only date Blacks / I swirl worlds with my tongue ‘n’ inject 8ths of yae in my lungs…

awfully, I choke Nazis with drawstrings, drunk off Asahi / ideologically, what God brings stings like killer bees / I filibuster your filler steez with cuss words / I traffick jams like Hot 97 in tha summer breeze / it’ s L.A. all day everyday, my Hip Hop delineates its lineage directed from New York State/ made its way to California, I thought I warned ya / my sword’ll cut your vocal cords ‘n’ so forth ‘n’ so forth / I light up a Newport ‘n’ let nature take its course like tha Knicks versus tha Lakers on tha court / Josephine Baker exotic dancers coked up snortin’ quarter-grams of morphine / livin’ life all fucked cuz they got explicitly touched ‘n’ shown no love or guidance as they became grown, so they stay as a child within their dome / the innermost family tragedies that most never know is heavy deep gravities / how do you cope?

I rob ninjaz cold blooded ‘n’ put holes in they stomachs / whoever taught you to scuffle with a true MC should get their face clubbed in / trey-8 slugs erupt to tha drum kicks, self-published Science authorize designer sustenance / eat your heart out, my shit is far out / tarot cards, 16 bars, I barge in wearin’ a scarf but you could still see my head scar / short fused explosive, corrosive like an aeon in the ocean / you peons see God ‘n’ sell your birthright like Esau / more manic than a see-saw, we all are tha breed of God, even tha fluked / I’m a purist ‘n’ tha cure is endurance, cubic zirconia MCs seize so I brought ammonia for them to breathe / placebo rappers get slapped by my rough drafters / Gambino laughter aligns my thought pattern ‘n’ all you MCs is actors / I’m like North Koreans with nuclear reactors, we’re headed to Armageddon, Science al-Sayyid is tha Master…

I approach tha cipher with sacred rhymes like mantras ‘n’ meditation time, I copulate tha mind from behind / chime in grimy when I conversate with evidence that corroborates 85s is blind, dumb ‘n’ deafened / festive, I’m restively aggressive, upside down smilin’ with facial expressions expressin’ my distaste ‘n’ hatred that’s etched in, deep within my fleshes / forever will I spit like dicks ‘n’ testicles on schedule with itineraries / spare me your parodies, there’s no flesh as fair as me / a mentalist, Science, with extra sensory projection like Carrie / reality is scary, caught up in carnality with masturbation as my vice / Spun Fernando Valley, 16 guns with extra ammo, battlin’ Christ lookin’ like Rambo with a buck knife / stabbin’ the air for practice, cavernous / titans clash, I cut crabs as tha verbal concierge with my pedaso by tha pair…

tha least I could do is stay fluent with tha game / Hip Hopcentric, tha verbal pure ‘n’ truist never stray / all these neophytes is as fake as cubic zirconia jewels on oxidated flaky gold-plated chains, wearin’ tight pants / I line up grams of a certain brand, put it in tha nostrils in tha bathroom at McDonald’s, I philosophize Aristotle-like / on tha mic, my aggression addresses children of lesser Gods / I’m on a rap jihad like Hezbelah / we could take it back to Yacub ‘n’ Esau ‘n’ I’ll sell a verse for some lah / spark it ‘n’ start arguments with any MC cuz they all are just larvas, wantin’ to be like me / tha physical, manifestation of tha vocal G-O-D / metaphysic metabolic, hella brolic, gimme tha 9 milli ‘n’ I’ll cook it / permanently spun so I’ma never stop talkin’, tha visual shit seen by your 3rd optic / I follow dope dealers ‘n’ pick pockets for CREAM, rocks ‘n’ heavy wallets / crabs get stabbed by my finely crafted rhymes, I carry picnic baskets packed with extra clips for my tech 9 / sportin’ full metal jackets, spendin’ quality time with my psychoanalyst, mosta my brain damage is organic / Untied Slaves is mostly capitalist, you heard 1 of my rhymes you would never guess that I’m a pacifist / don’t let that title fool ya, I’ll subdue ya, than slowly glide my steel-toe boot up in ya / ethereal like Enya, heart Blacker than tha populous of Kenya ‘n’ I love bitches so much I’ll eat their fucking’ placenta…

posted post-meridian, slurs ‘n’ rap propaganda’s thrown out tha pocket / snort a gram up, no thanks, I already had lunch / my Hip Hop slogans smash ya scary-ass that’s just a half-thug / Mary Magdalene fucked Jesus / call me tha venerable Christ of Reason, tha wisest sage Science / burn tha sage to chase tha wicked energy away / align heads to synergy, Twisted got thoughts aplenty/ like sentries, tha God forever is on guard / I scar bars infinitely metaphysically or physically like my head ‘n’ neck from car injuries / stay on tha Far Side like Gary Larson / you Jim Crow apartheid MCs is naught versus me…

I got tha rap game padlocked like MasterKey / thank tha God for tha verse that you about to receive / with recessive traits I dominate, obsessed to harm tha fake / wearin’ my white paisley scarf, I bubble crack like bi-carbonate / the artist starvin’ , throwin’ darts across tha margin on some dark shit / y’all MCs is harmless ‘n’ retarded / I’m more evolved than all tha theories of Darwin ‘n’ empty clips when I squeeze the Charmin ‘n’ my trigger finger itch / I need to scratch it, season your cabbage, sharp as 2 hatchets / scholastic semantics, I lose abandon, frontal lobes sport my handprints / I skip topics like I can’t stay on 1 tangent…

I snort more shit than it was goin’ outta sytle / my steez is to tip over tha vial ‘n’ snort up tha pile/ cryst-al to cocaine by tha half-8th / quarter-grams up my nasal, my azure optics change like hazel/ able-bodied Caucasoid, whale shipments weighed on digital scales / I talk with a raspy voice/ happy to meetcha, air smoky from tha cheeba / razor blade cut tha nick-nacs, quarters ‘n’ dimes, drunk off a quart of wine / I’m seein’ double, ruffle my plumage / in tha cipher, you bitch-ass ninjaz’ pussies get humid ‘n’ start leakin’ / any MC from any known region get beaten till they’re quadripalegic / their talks’ tha cheapest, no wonder they ‘ve had low self-esteem since prepubescence / ignorant ‘n’ ugly as fuck, my thoughts molest ‘em / suited up in a double-breasted Kevlar vest, armed to tha neck with a full metal jacket, semis splash my vestige…

tha pugilist of euphemisms uses tha system to throw jabs at ignorance / my tongue stabs crabs right in tha ribs / carbon copiers all sound forged from alike molds / I leave tha mic aflame, so hot that it blazes souls / for recreation Twist makes diamonds outta coal / I home invade tracks, doper than a 7 gram cake batch / commercial rappers need to have their faces slapped for fuckin’ up tha game, cat / Jack be nimble ‘n’ crafty / rough drafts aim arrows at a MCs genitals / inadmissible criminal trespass, my temporal lobe itself is beatified ‘n’ venerable / I burn pentagrams ‘n’ drink pure virgin blood outta ram’s horns…

I’ma pull out all tha stops, All Hallowed hollow tips flip when my pen spits at every ninja in attendance / Twisted, ‘n’ also I’m Scientific / my methods are controlled like substances that get sniffed / calculate how I get hearts to palpitate quick / twin semis empty clips ‘n’ I spark spliffs big as deciduous forests / ruffneck with machete raps ‘n’ a disassembled M-1 in my backpack / plus my pocket’s got a deuce-fifth cocked ready to split a noggin / discombobulate your spinal column, vinyl viral, surrounded by crackers that’s “sieg heil’d” out / ignorance only advances if I allow it / me to verse is like Danzig to Satanics / carburetors to mechanics, tha Bermuda Triangle to tha Lost Continent of Atlantis / hoochies’ panties dampen when they note me post like a lamp…

post-haste, I never misappropriate my anger / as I get older ‘n’ grayer you MCs get mostly gayer / mostly, y’all cats is hokey, ‘n’ I’m stuck in tha pokey for snatchin’ proceeds for nose bleed groceries/ avidly I move thought like rap trafficking ‘n’ extort flows / ninjaz get scalped, cut off their cornrows / I coulda had more hoes than Wilt Chamberlain, but I chose to live life as a Blunted Soul ‘n’ catch many strikes / libidinous rhymes from Scientific, my mind’s been Twisted / lives get rescinded like tha Grinch stole Christmas / thunderous, 1 hit wonders burn asunder from tha ground up / y’all ninjaz grind, I grind ninjas till they ground up…

it’s post-apocalyptic when my pen spits livid actions / chain reactions happen from tha toppest brass / rockets blast with warheads that rearrange deoxyribonucleic acid / Death has a hand in the equation of poor to richest classes / World War 3’s between tha Leftists ‘n’ tha democratic capitalists, slash tha fascists, when I see tha cash I grab it / CREAM is Fort Knox blood money laundered, gold bullion rationed by the Obama Camp / tha God lamps in tha cut, I vamp tracks yet I don’t bloodsuck like Vlad / crabs, watch ya back cuz you too could get stabbed / bullet holes last infused with sociopathic ways, laugh at tha spray as lives vacate / leave tha physical vessel behind, return to the essence / then reassign back to the Earth plane for another turn at life’s lessons / this time I remain transcendent to any form of man’s doctrine of oppression…

scar’s on my dome from epidural hematomas, eatin’ Somas / weed’s tha shit twisted in leaflets / take a deep hit of tha seedless, in loving memory of tha deceased kids / Romulus offed Remus ‘n’ Pontius crossed Jesus / tha God scripts prescription thought aloft / my pen’s a Glock that travels Mach 10 / say hello to my lil friend / begin with missiles to the end, I smirk ‘n’ grin / split a wig certain how my shit stay turgid / on my 3rd bid of robbery, multiple occurrences / I’m a Hip Hop purist, you can smell it in my urine / here is, sheisty appearance, pay off tha 12th jurist / furious, in tha judge’s quarters, courts adjourn quick with tha not guilty verdict…

world’s supposed to end, MCs know to load their forty-fifths ‘n’ nines / confide Science prescribes cyanide / tha sky is fallin’ Armageddon vignettes / my vendettas are pens as Intertechs ‘n’ what I write enters flesh so get your vest / no protection from tha kiss of death, love taps ‘n’ pecks / ya necks caress my swords’ edge, cut off your fuckin’ heads / decapitated apparitions carry backpacks with writing utensils ‘n’ bags of meth that’s dressed simple / TS is the initials of threats, theoretic rhetoric jumps off the edifice, complexer than Oedipus ‘n’ Jacosta with tha rhythm method / I get ‘em pregnant with restive subliminal messages ‘n’ confession of tha criminal element…

trapped in tha belly, tha heat is weltering ‘n’ my brain’s swelling / I’ma kill everybody ‘n’ bring ‘em to hell with me / our difference is felonies / I commit them ‘n’ you’re tha victim, hell bent to bring you all to my level / climb tha trestle to get high as treble, raise tha decibel / nestled with shouts in my heavy mental ousted like hidden homosexuals / stark ravin’ bars of hatred are carved ‘n’ scar faces/ subpar MCs are present yet archaic / bust you in tha face with a statement that makes tha paint chip / abrasive ungracious, how I feel so alienated / no correlation between a true MC purist ‘n’ today’s shit / scrape tha fake after a dinner date / subjugate ‘em ‘n’ take ‘em to their wake, I’ll make ‘em fashionably late ‘n’ if that’s tha case, I make a grand entrance with Death as my henchman / with Jesus Christ as my witness, I need no assistance / Milo’s livin’ proof of tha God’s existence / Science, tha thorn deep in tha lion’s paw / faux pas, bright as Orion, lord of the underground like Osiris / 2-finger rings, 2-finger fat black Pilots / styles sharp as katanas ‘n’ pirhanas’ smilin’…

my fate is verbal swordplay / I’m tha lord of malaise / I sauté MCs ‘n’ fuck up their ability to coordinate / horseplay verbosest, those with beef, make sure it’s roasted / I’m rogue ‘n’ flow with no end in sight / if I lived tha life I’d be bejeweled like Liberace’s clothes ‘n’ have flocks of many hoes with assets tha size of those in rapper’s videos / massive gluteus maximuses like tha Kardashians but I don’t yo / nahm yoho renge kyo / my flow is like “om” n meditation/ it calms tha nerves like me with bitches with curves that’s educated / listen to Twisted’s words, take a “peak” like tha vertex of hallucinogenic inebriation / I shine like 20 carat tennis bracelets, wearin’ state affiliated prison anklets / sniffin’ oxygen outta boxes to be free of tha toxins / don’t hold your breath, I hold your breath hostage…

I rob ninjaz malicious like Pac gettin’ shot in tha wig / got kids? I give a fuck, I’ll rob them ‘n’ your wiz too / take tha chicken breast right out they grip duke / fuck it, everybody gonna die tonight duke / tha flyest Science, triflest, gritty 16s / all you rappers is soft like vaginas ‘n’ titties / drinkin’ barley ‘n’ rye, my thesis is y'all could hardly rhyme / came to tha cipher with weak lines, ya shoulda stayed piped up / I scar minds ‘n’ like to light blunts ‘n’ every time I look in tha mirror I see who Christ was / yo, you just a slight thug / Knolege God Science fucked his hand last night thinkin’ of a Mayan chick high as a kite, wishes of vaginas / plug tha mic device into speakers / Milo’s tha most pekid, if it was up to me I’d kill Jesus / all over again, my nose hurts cuz cocaine’s my best friend / Bad Dreams get spit from my pen, Hova’s bitch is a 10 ‘n’ I got 10 years left in tha pen / by tha time I parole I don’t know what’ll be a fuckin’ trend / fuck it yo, my Soul’s Blunted yo / I’ll always rhyme ‘n’ fuck a buxom big buttocks bitch yo / rummage my brain or what’s left of it, you MCs is cunts ‘n’ I gladly eat you ravenously like lesbians / hoes call me daddy when I go up in her tenderloins / I’m self-centered by choice ‘n’ I want tha bitch whose booty’s hyperthyroid…

vent my pent up vendettas, my pen’s tha trendsetter / impetuous thought pierce your bubble goose feather / shed tha light upon you lepers like tha Book of Esther, blood seepin’ thru your sweatshirt ‘n’ upper vestures / leakin’ all over your Skechers / Science, tha rhyme peddler, writin’ an epic verse / Hannibal Lector gestures / invade your clique like European settlers / if there’s 1 word to describe what’s crackin’ it’s the “F” word / my hector’s fresher than 16 measures 'n' all y’all hefers is beggars next to my Hugh Hefner steez / I breathe trees ‘n’ breed creeds ‘n’ still you a talentless MC / aqui, I still get tha middle finger for ya / approach with your sword up prepared for war, ya get your vocal cords cut / extort rap for its Forbes 400 / you ducks all suck dick ‘n’ walk with it tucked in / hearts plummet into stomachs ‘n’ exit bellybuttons when I rush in / mere hatred don’t do what I emote fair justice / fanfare is heard before my nuts busted / submit sonnets ‘n’ poetic darts before they’re published ‘n’ cut myself just to feel cuz my life is loveless…

who you affiliated with? I guerilla MCs / shoot ‘em from rooftops with true Hip Hop, disrupt civility / I stay high so I kiss God, tha Best Delivery of Services rendered, I wear a kerchief on a rap bender ‘n’ stab vics / or stay at tha lab ‘n’ do mathematics, thoughts wander thru tha rap labyrinth / whatever happened to tha culture? saw Medusa, had a starin’ contest ‘n’ stole a half mill broach from Oprah / coked up or sniffin’ prope dope got me open like vocal neurons ‘n’ ginko biloba / colorful doe like dollar exchange to Euros, I walk up to tha Range in tha rain ‘n’ all that’s seen is flame go in tha windowpane / my pen enters your brain, Knolege God Self-centered, ginger scented, 16 bars ‘n’ some change / narcissistic traits, I spark herb with carcinogenics in it / purple haze like Jimi Hendrix, I have psychotic visions, I hold thoughts hostage like state prison / Science heisted a rhyme, sabertooth positioned, I control Fate ‘n’ how I play my position / wash tha dishes, I’m hella wicked, check it, I roll four 6s / all you MCs, go sleep with tha fishes / enter my dominion, I live within many different dimensions ‘n’ I dreamt this wide awake…

I slit tracheas yo, your rhymestyle’s clits ‘n’ labias yo / my metaphors metamorph from pistols to swords / even tha score ‘n’ cut off ya noggin, Knolege God Science, poor ‘n’ righteous, I write dope lines ‘n’ snort hyphens / drunk off life like Dionysus sippin’ Canada Dry ‘n’ smokin’ weed for my arthritis / kaleidoscope minded, to Moses Law I’m binded / you’ll get blindsided by tha refined rhymes of Jeremiah’s / when I recite it, I’m reminded that I might be a giant / a verbal tyrant more terrible than Ivan / please kid, I cross ninjaz like Jesus, stab ‘em in tha lung, they pay a mortal price to be beatified ‘n’ Christed / Milo is an alien Caucasian hybrid sendin’ kites to pharmacologists sayin’ fuck a moral crisis / criminologists rob ballers, no thought’s twice / knives enter your voice box like Pac got in Big’s wife…

accompanied concertos tell tales of pharaohs in modern-day apparel, with no brain like scarecrows/ a veritable cornucopia of variables alter like periodicals ‘n’ ballers get robbed quick by illegal heretics / I reside grimy in thought squalor, a rap scholar shinin’ bright like guidin’ lights called Polaris / United Slaves is a garrison, compared to Soviet Socialists, tha rich stay filthy / ya gotta stay mobile, tha most noble who quotes notables ‘n’ rolls smashed boulders in his Phillies / as time gets older, my ambidextrous verbose dexterity smolders / vexed, I collect ‘n’ enforce threats…

my flesh is stronger than Kevlar with bulletproof threats / I done more “Speed” than Keanu Reeves ‘n’ Sandra Bullock ‘n’ blow a Marlboro Light cigarette / lives disappear severe, splash the Intertech, I bully the internet gully / enter my sinus with a straw ‘n’ exit bloody out my skully, bitch, I’ll blow ya back in massive whether not you active / no regard to tha au revoirs, I plan plots to fatten pockets with plastic Glocks ‘n’ dogs from tha reservoir / I wear white scarves showin’ my headscar papi when I show my smirk, know that you’ll be dead like a Nazi regimest / I begin squeezin’ twin beamers, life repeats itself like refrains ‘n’ reverbs / my recessive genetics is weaker so I’m an underachiever yet every skeezer knows that I’ll please her ‘n’ let her skeet 1st / Science, tha mightiest, tha sheistiest ‘n’ you know my wifey gon’ be a hefty heini bitch / hell or high water, I’m tha God Bodyguard like Kevin Costner / sippin’ Foster’s ‘n’ Guinness ‘n’ puffin’ fat blunts I twisted / madd gifted, at tha lab I verbally stab crabs with rough drafts I never finish / exotic ‘n’ expensive, rounds spent wholesale without the interest amounted / paramount shit, shift empty banana clips / tough like lambskin, imagine, get shot up with used outfits / bound to catch AIDS, I give a fuck, this is L.A., you gonna die one of these days sooner or later / I’m paler than Vlad the Impaler, slap ya with a closed fist bitch, I’ll make your face hurt / standin’ at tha stairway to Heaven’s Gate, snortin’ coke from Paraguay…

what I invent’s inquisitive as to my I.Q.’s derivative / don’t mettle in my business kid / hood passes are permission slips / bullets give no names to their recipients / flippant ‘n’ glib, mischievous, tha rap deviant / higher than Icarus, livewire Science, attracted to boricuas ‘n’ Dominicans / send you to hell quick, here’s tha handbasket / I tell it as it is with no embellishment / I stay flavorful without the added relish / top dog Milo put his cock in ya jaw / even my thoughts have thoughts, call it a verbal ménage a trois / barrages accost caustic ‘n’ I leave tha mic exhausted ‘n’ I hold attention hostage / brolic in tha pen still goin’ to college / snatchin’ guap out a ninja’s pocket, indent tha written paragraph with monotone octaves / y’all cats’ steezo’s monotonous, talkin’ ‘bout that cash flow, tha problem is you can’t flow / pandemonium ensues when tha needle enters tha groove / my hypotheses is of geometry, right angles ‘n’ tha coexistent hypotenuses / empty your pocket right now, I want your 2 cents…

I’m institutionalized, all I wanted was a Pepsi / my destiny is 2 for 5s ‘n’ snortin’ methamphetamine / tha culture courses thru my veins like hemoglobins carry oxygen to flesh tissues / tha threats I spread is tha next issue / from mixtape cassettes , fuck tha latest trend / embrace your flesh ‘n’ its amenities ‘n’ wait for death / been there, done that ‘n’ I came back in love with hefty asses ‘n’ Black chicks ‘n’ bitches that love to give cabbage ‘n’ I’m avid about grabbin’ tha verbal fifth ‘n’ splashin’ kids / yo God, my tongue is sharp, I use gauze as a napkin / Musa carried tha holy tablets of tha 10 Commandments down from Mt. Sinai ‘n’ heathens laughed at him / I lambast you half-wits, a physical pacifist causin’ mental damages to you unholy, psych, y’all don’t know tha half of it as tha brain damage was tha catalyst…

post-dated, slash a wigga’z throat cuz rap’s my vocation / travel soul controllin’ with tha planet’s globe on my back lookin’ for an oasis / clearly state my name as sacred, count ya graces as Knolege God’s hatred’s aimed at Satan / congratulations, greetings ‘n’ salutations to all gentlemen ‘n’ scholars / penitence Science must pay for snatchin’ dollars, givin’ collars to Jake / common denominations in tha human race / sex, taxes ‘n’ graffiti, I speak in graphics, thoughts work for the Axis like Mussolini ‘n’ Hitler was fascist ‘n’ tha Japs got atomically checked / you plebs best rest ya necks before I carry out my threats…

tha rough drafts I craft attack like gay bashes / whether straight or faggot, you’re gonna get your ass stuck ya bastard / I’ma stabber acupuncturist chiropractor / you always front, no wonder ya back hurt / any last words? I’m revered by evangelical pastors / print my indelible thoughts off tha Hewlett-Packard / sans freedom, I gravitate still to tha hardcore with bars of war declared upon commercial tedium / mediocre MCs are small like paramecium breeded with amoebas / search Wikipedia for Science ‘n’ they cross-reference Jesus / verbal analgesics I seek to heal these foul feelins, chase tha monkey off my back ‘n’ kill tha demons / as tha Kabbalah teaches Yahweh loves His creatures / He’s tha Giver, we’re receivers / vocally, I’m tha teacher whose prose proposals slaughter the opposables / tha rap mogul Knolege God’s tha point of tha focal…

either which way I’ma spit till I’m a geezer / from Bronx block parties to graffiti Masterpiece theater/ tha rap Caesar slap happy hazardous to minor leaguers / by ‘n’ large, cliques get sedated by my narcotic bars /negatively positive pessimistic thoughts coexistant with 3rd optic realism / word to God yo, I blow Phillies ‘n’ Optimos post-gutted ‘n’ I prefer dark skin tone sluts with big buttockses / I eat a MC for lyrical sustenance like children suckle a wet nurse’s nipple like formulas thru rubber nips / all y’all supposed rappers spit a verse, what tha fuck is this? you ain’t no MC yo, go back to tha drawing board / just cuz you win awards don’t mean you shouldn’t sharpen ya sword/ stay on guard cuz I’m like “en garde”, you lames’ skill is spares / 12, 16 or 48 straight, I got bars…

I send fuckers via verbal ruckus to early retirements / 730, Heaven to Earthly possessions, fuck hard work, I want entitlements / leftist to right wing ideologies clash, feel tha wrath of tha rap titan Science / thoughts revolve, heinaz with massive asses ‘n’ fat vaginas trained to tighten up syncopathic to Milo’s thrusts / 1 day I’ll be free from these cuffs but until then I can only dream of my nuts slapin’ against bubble butts / diastolic systolics, tha scholar of Hip Hop tosses dollars at exotic dancers tryin’ to make it thru college / I have my hands involved in more green trees than botanists with doctorates, get ready for the Apocalypse…

live every day like it’s your last in existence / Cash Rules Everything, Science stings when he’s spittin’ / scholastic ‘n’ collegiate yo, I’m hella conceited / my blue eyes’re surrounded by red when I get weeded / I pledge allegiance to pupils elongated cuz I’m tweakin’ fiendish / tha methamphetamine I breathe in sequence / booths get left in pieces, foreign crews are doomed with or without Jesus cuz they’re more butt than 2 Serenas hoopin’ penis / thinkin’ loofas’ll clean them, surface dwellers get touched verbally by underground verbal felons / virtual cervicals get snapped in half ‘n’ scar backs / pay my lyrical bar tab by tha 16th / dissect you MCs ‘n’ all I see is labia minora pink / by tha quart I drink liqueur ‘n’ my sword inks hijinks that stabs rap crabs ‘n’ rat finks / up in tha laboratory I draft chemicals in search of residuals / what I craft rocks like minerals, imbeciles I ridicule, I wanna shank ‘em in tha neck with a sharpened pencil / let their blood flood tha carpet ‘n’ throw away their carcasses with Monday’s garbage…

many lessons there are to learn before they lace tha joint with my urn / I use words to make your cerebellum toss ‘n’ turn / a felon since age 12, I excel ‘n’ smell like intelligence burnt to tha crispest/ let’s see who extends tha discus tha furthest in a single bound / ground beef ninjaz get beaten ‘n’ dissed quicker than sound sent via sonar from vampire bats ‘n’ stingrays / I often have acid flashbacks to my DNA / I remove tha stems ‘n’ seeds to help refrain my migraines / smoke bowls, I love to burn coal but only ones that got a pretty face, chunky butts, mighty titties ‘n’ a skinny waist / it’s always a plus if tha bitch has at least half a brain / my thoughts gravitate to weed, coke ‘n’ speed / woe is me, heads roll when I decapitate MCs / I drink mead, barley ‘n’ wheat/ wearin’ a scarf when I count my bars to 16…