Twisted Science Cypherz

shoot tha competitors with X amount of “F” words ‘n’ rude gestures cuz they all soft like skin’s texture / check your bitch, I just texted her ‘n’ gave her a sex lecture on how I’ll eat her brains out like Hannibal Lecter / cannibal corpse, hand on a sword severin’ MCs into separate sectors, it aroused my thick member / prison deprives tha gentle fair gender, my iron heart is really tender / Science, ill ‘n’ sheisty ‘n’ my eyes’ tha same shade tha sky be / I crave chunky heinis on dames who’re dimes to me / I’m average sized with a maverick mind / snort coke lines with whores that’re try-sexuals, meaning they’ll even try treating my foul bowels as comestibles / dirty tarts, skeezin’ for 32 bars / I skeet upon ya tee-shirt ‘n’ thoughts of you make my penis hard / weed ‘n’ speed, guzzlin’ pilsner, clean tha physical plane burnin’ sage / charged with thievery cuz ya stole my heart…

I spaz on fuckers who front they got nuts like Chaz Bono / droves of hoes stroll towards Milo for his poetic prose / what I throw opens holes in throats, heated even like convectional stoves, I pose tha most unconventional flow / you effin’ retard, mom ‘n’ pop shoulda done an amnio prior to your plop up out tha vaginal / sex is casual, I like to eat then hit it from tha lateral so we can both finish magical / fanatical dramatical, I spit drafts crafted classical ‘n’ y’all ninjaz is drab, cut you crabs’ hands off as collateral / thoughts spruce up tha pre-amble as I grab her ample assets, spread her mouth wide so I have access / sharp like a hatchet, I handle battles single-handed, me ‘n’ my frontal lobe ain’t compatible so I authorized a lobotomy / all my rhymes is doper than morphine from poppy seeds…

MCs crowd around, astounded at tha sound barrier being roughed up while still being cuffed up / what tha fuck son? yo, there ain’t no father to my style / chicken or egg 1st, Twisted impregnates flesh with words / tha freshest since Fresh Prince yet at tha same instance I’m of tha lowest dregs, oxymoronic, sniffin’ Oxycotin / Knolege is key, I broke tha skeleton / tha hell with it, melanin level’s irrelevant, y’all see tha pelican? wings flappin’ in tha breeze, like tig ole bitties of half-breeds that got more ass than a Kardashian / greenery bowls packed thick, all I want in life is Nubian chicks lined up to take a ride on this / integral, Science, tha pinnacle cat, verbally nimble / rough drafts attack tha competitor’s physical physique / stab his bladder, cut off his genitals in his Bad Dreams / he wakes up with blood seepin’ out his pants ‘n’ he knows it’s me who made contact like conjugal visits, if it’s possible you know I did it / mazel tov, war always cost a lot, exotic Polynesian bitches held hostage, servin’ tha Gods with noggin…

my cadence parades thru brains like X-Rays / Intertechs spray internet connections, check tha cavalcade / splashin’ a ninja’z face with Peruvian flakes like I can’t feel ya / tha fake disappear like Amelia Earhart in a fuckin’ plane / ducks get scraped off tha scene cuz they sing like Sheena Easton / I grieve ‘n’ bereave for unknown reasons / wait, it’s cuz the high’s fleeted / brighter than beacons, drier than Dionysus with a 5th of gin playin’ Rummy with Jesus ‘n’ tha Fallen Beast with Yahweh’s consent / I’ma change my rap name to John-Jacob-Jingle-Heimer-Shmidt hyphen Twisted Science, tha illest is diligent ‘n’ sick…

life is like kayaks with no oars, tha flyest rap with no awards / blow a nightcap after tippin’ tha skycab / Science got more pride than a lion’s pack / I attack tha track from behind tha back ‘n’ tha rhyme stabs while I laugh psychopathic / tha psychoactive tetrahydrocannabis apparently’s been splashed with some sorta pathogen / I ain’t no violence advocate, but it’s a tad funny when I watch ya bitch-ass get clipped / nasal aggravants travel ‘n’ unleash neural pathways / audio neurals burgle tha half-ways / crabs commercialized tha rap game / shank ‘em in tha tracheas, now, they all sound like T-Pain / tha most acclaimed to throw vocal flame /my focal’s to attain global fame, but really what’s in a name? associate Milo One with verbal escapades / constant elevation / punk ninja, it’s been escalated, to flagrant destruction of metaphysical character with a derringer / lyrical decimation occurs to United Slaves of America by tha Knolege God Science narrator…

frivolous ninjaz get outspit by his Twistedness / half-wits don’t understand half tha shit I exhibit / exhibitionist existentialist, you know I want it if its ass is big / well-crafted Shakespearean classic / a sword is grafted to my right hand, tha verbal swashbuckler, vernacular concessioner / sharp phrases impregnate tarts faces, carve my name on bone marrow, showin’ up on X-Rays / well known to Black birds like scarecrows, scholastic arrows put flamin’ holes in your apparel / like a hoe’s gap I spread the narrow to wide range, concertos I orchestrate / yo you better be strapped, I’ll grab your ice chain…

I’m tha catalyst like a pilot light, cipherin’ rhymes to break tha silence sound barrier like transatlantic flights / I traffic in raps, spread ‘em vast across tha panoramic landscape ‘n’ flow like cascades with brashness / I’m tha wrong cracker to clash with, cuz I’ll out spit you ‘n leave my handprints on your ass bitch / craft a rough draft, a ruffneck sharper than thumbtacks with blunts twisted fatter than a Kardashian ass / articulate panache in my Hip Hop vernacular / I inseminate paragraphs when I’m stabbin’ her from tha back / grabbin’ her hair ‘n’ her booty gets slapped / goofy bitch had me doped up on roofies, unconscious in a Jacuzzi / I’m like a friggin’ outfit with 30 cents of Belushi / mozaic bipolar rap, as I grow older, all these crabs make me colder than polar caps…

here’s another classic guillotine rap spilt on tha lined tablet by tha quill splashin’ black ink / let’s delve into tha paragraph carried in my backpack with 40 dollars of go fast ‘n’ pens made outta mink/ majestic, his highness Science interjects at ciphers with rhymes so dope fiends overdose when they inject ‘em / ‘n’ start bleedin’ out tha rectum, I compose eulogies ‘n’ requiems ‘n’ tha best of them has yet to come like a Messianic 2nd Coming / came outta 1 now I’m searchin’ for another 1 to get up in repeatedly like bunnies / my underground state will never change, tha ‘90s were better days / fuck tha glitz, glamour ‘n’ fame, when you die they don’t care about your name or your faith cuz to tha God it’s all tha same / Southern Cal is my terrain where we spliff trees under palms ‘n’ drink malted barley mixed with rails of cocaine…

I corrupt tha purist of hearts like evil serpents / attracted further deep than tha surface where tha average penis flourish like tha pekid Europeans in Europe / Latin America ‘n’ commonwealths of tha West Indies / Virgin Islands ‘n’ Africa, hostile takeover like Attica freedom fighters / weed gets me higher ‘n’ y’all bleed from where tha mic inserts / I’m from tha Wild West like Wyatt Earp / tha temple is tha body ‘n’ perverse priests hide behind tha church / enter a wormhole ‘n’ shift shape to an alternate universe ‘n’ my 1st goal’s to make my name known to every mindset / each time I spit a rhyme it’s like tha best sex, get my nomenclature correct / I flex vexed with finesse ‘n’ vent tha Knolege I possess / polish tha vintage Milo-centric with incentive for each ‘n’ every initiative / I stay stiff while you’re all impotent ‘n’ hella ignorant ‘n’ still I just don’t give a shit…

cliques get debilitated regardless of affiliation / I humiliate them ‘n’ spray gizm on their faces / I’m from L.A. where tha quakes hit ‘n’ my rhymes excavate tha fakest / their brains get labotimized like mental patients like I was a neuropsych whose practice is outdated, like kings layin’ back on a throne on a dais / Sir Lancelot, King Arthur, Henry the 8th shit / I slay tha slept on ‘n’ bring tha tired to be awakened / I set flame to harmonious female genitalias, M-I-L-O One is my alias / I like foreplay cuz there’s more ways to get kitties ready / I like titties’ areolas ‘n’ circumferences ‘n’ it all starts with kissie-kissies / from your nose bridge to where your love crevice begins ‘n’ ends, to me every women’s a ten / more cushion to be pushed in, I’m thick, I’m not long but my 6 will touch ya tonsils once ‘n’ again…

a fencer of lyrical swordplay, stayin’ sharp is my forte / scores of rappers is slayed / Hip Hop courses thru my veins / from tha Septuagint to King James, my brain is tainted like tha “N” word ‘n’ Mark Twain’s Huckle Finn fame / I change shape like cocaine under flame then slap a ninja in his face ‘n’ say my name is Rick James / lemme pick at ya brain, assimilate to Science’s environment with or without tha verbal violence / Black diamonds ‘n’ pearl tongues, pull out tha big guns / cats’ cabbages collapse like memory lapses ‘n’ frontal lobe damages / savages don’t even know tha half of it / profiteers come up off verbal drug traffickin’ / ‘n’ I’m an avid afficionado of true rap shit / put on your flak jacket, light up tha cannabis / I fast out of habit ‘n’ reverence then eat a MC’s flesh ‘n’ drink their blood as tha Catholics do wine as Christ’s beverages / I ain’t on speakin’ terms with this thought cuz I molested it / I terrorize domestic with 7 extra clips / ‘n’ every 3rd round is a tinged tracer, sow my wild oats like tha Quakers / Twist is a taker ‘n’ y’all just is Science haters / I roam around under many layers grounded with scruples ‘n’ elongated pupils ‘n’ that’s prior to injestin’ stimulation fuel / I siesta your fiestas as an uninvited guest with twin tools…

as tha world turns, chains get snatched / filet curvaceous kittycats with tha perfect match like O.J. ‘n’ DNA strands / fight tha power up in a ivory tower / cast spells with tha felt tip ‘n’ see hell on television with high Nelson ratings / I rhyme strictly retail with tha savings already withheld ‘n’ all you MCs is babies / never fought tha God so take heed for what I brought / grovel gravely, I’m like tha rap Face from tha A-Team back in tha early ‘80s / as tha world twirl, today there’s mega ass on White girls / definitive, tha Earth will never end / even with cowards towerin’ with nuclear powered missiles they’re too afraid to press send…

thought you had rhyme flow until you heard Science / tha 1st shall be last or whichever way tha God decides it / my flow is well chiseled nuclear missile 3 Mile Island shit / fuckin’ with anti-matter, fission ‘n’ hydrogen / a mentalist, uncontrollable like weather tempests / my think tank’s as limber as Olympian gymnasts / swords slice metaphors direct outta my gord / dealin’ with rap crabs day by day, my hate grows more ‘n’ more / for tha fake, my life’s been warped / see how rhymes correlate to Fate ‘n’ how to it I embrace it? I love hatred, Heaven or hell is how I’ve made it / I master my domain ‘n’ my brain is masterbated when I masticate MCs ‘n’ eviscerate ‘em with my fangs ‘n’ teeth/ take heed, my mechanism to escape reality is verbally whimsical / I politick with tha masses ‘n’ explain how life goin’ against me is difficult…

I take no Roberta Flack, my rap skills kill ‘em softly / nobody talks to me but I’m talkin’ back with hardcore deadly statements / venomous serums get injected yo, there ain’t no vaccination / my mic’s serrated, check my flow, cuts get deep ‘n’ MCs get snuffed to be put out their effin’ misery / it’s tha men that win that write history / books, shook ninjaz get jooked for ruby pendants ‘n’ I turned 18 in the Intensive Care Unit / fuses get lit when I flair, tha pen’s my mistress, we been havin’ an affair / rabid, ravenous ‘n’ hazardous, call me MC Lazarus / Jesus wept when he saw me dead / Godly, even though Twisted sins like it’s a trend ‘n’ sharply, I stay on the offensive / I take apart MCs like I get paid an incentive / when my pen bleeds, it makes Lil Wayne look like a princess…

there’s no comp]arison to my garrulousness that embarrasses you verbal paralytics / shit gets perilous when I flip narratives that escrow like MerrillLynch / heads explode like magnifying glasses that burn exoskeletons / break bread with those who’s got 16 in tha clip, 1 in tha chamber / then tha toast spit, everything’s comin’ up roses / MCs end up pushin’ up daisies ‘n’ petunias / as soon as they enter tha dojo my Cujo flow beats them like jujitsu or judo kicks to flesh tissue / they get torn up like wet tissues, Milo’s expertise is the issue / if you burn tha tweak keep it at 10 ‘n’ 2 / just wait, sooner or later I’ll offend you…

I stay gritty ‘n’ grimy like used pantie linings / I be tha mighty lion Science, bright as Orion / thoughts splish-splash deeper than Poseidon, I achieve peace of mind with guns drawn / yo, there’s no love lost cuz none was flipped ever by tha God / I lace joints of shwag with hashish I got me from Lebanon / today, it’s like street cred is gone, raw beef fed to tha Reservoir Dogs / Mr. Green’ll pop 3 in your knot / articulated, uplift tha titties ‘n’ separate them / make a penis rise like levitation/ commercial logo’s on ninja’z chain ‘n’ when I take it, his whole crew gets forcefully excommunicated / Euclidian Socratic, automatics spitting 16s / platonic ebonics, surround sound’s on stereophonics / I accomplish purist Hip Hop with no accomplice / my ponderous thoughts leave ninjaz jaundiced…

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 cock 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 fuckin’ placenta…

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 cock 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 fuckin’ placenta…

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 cock 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 fuckin’ placenta…

tha toppest MC since Rakim, tha way Hip Hop’s supposed to be / Science, tha most high and holy moley rolling fat blunts ‘n’ eatin’ fat cunts / bend ‘em over ‘n’ they all have fat butts, I like tha chunk chunks / I got drunk once if not a thousand times, in my spare moments I snort up storms but who’s keepin’ score? my track record, 16 bar illiads like my last effort / Phillies are scallywags, nude erotic trances to dance records / gats are kept in my dresser / I got 1 kept next to tha bed under a black sweatshirt / I got bags of what appears to be confectioner’s sugar / ain’t nothin’ sweet, put it up ya nose ‘n’ ya start to tweak / I’ma burn coal till I got crow’s feet yo / all up in a Black girl’s guts, tha shit is cozy / post an interracial sexcapade on YouTube with tha jpegs / Hip Hop’s in my clutches, I raise tha dead…

I punk tha faithful with excess materials who blame Fate when I snatch tha chain off their flesh, scratch off tha serial / crunch numbers while sniffin’ dope with ninjaz grippin’ toast / 16 in tha clip, when I trip, guard ya throat / spar with Hope, ‘n’ rival cliques end up in obits / it’s obvious they didn’t heed tha ominous omens foretold / tha beat knocks relentless like Jehovah’s witnesses / if it’s purist you know it’s Twisted’s shit ‘n’ tha girls leave tremblin’ / shouting, slappin’ balls like Wembledon, screamin’ out in tha name of God like tha kids in temples did / 9 months later out come twins with no resemblance / guess it wasn’t me, scent of her neck was like potpourri / you know it’s me when I wear headscarves or hosiery / grab your rosary ‘n’ start ya Hail Marys / Science, tha God as pale as Carrie, with more drugs than an apothecary ‘n’ I like a bitch Blacker than Halle Berry/ dark thoughts, silly kid thought you could harm God / as far as I’m concerned my verbal art is catharsis cut into 16 bars / sharper than laser beams, haters is just envious cuz they can’t create like me / my bitch need T’n’A like rap videos / I write my insignias wherever I happen to go / put TS on a flag ‘n’ fly it upon my castle / when I die make sure to bury my stankin’ ass casual…

I vent my rudeness in tha proper venue, my pen sets trends to break ‘n’ I keep tha piso at 10 ‘n’ 2/ take tha bus to Normandie ‘n’ Pico, my sword slice finite ‘n’ tha blade cuts sharper than my superego / as an artist, I understand your catharsis, yet as a rap fan I see you ain’t no MC / you couldn’t spit if I came in your mouth, ya fuckin’ swallower / I Twist like Oliver, my thoughts is hollow-tipped, brolic, I make tha paint chip / dressin’ up fancy for my playdate with Satan / I’m jaded, I’ll cut off both his hands ‘n’ leave gaping holes in his
face / my pen’s swollen with rage ‘n’ exhilarates me when tha ink exfoliates…

get sent to purgatory for forgery, my style’s authenticated, lambast those who imitate shit / sippin’ prison cervecas by tha quarter gallon / my dual-edged sword is valiant, with a 3rd eye sharper than a flock of hawks’ talons / I use both hands when I jack off, it’s like a ménage trois / feel tha wrath of God called upon in Babylon for tha pagans ‘n’ heathens / I’m here to save rap, call me Jesus / code name Yeshua, spittin’ clean shit like enemas with lemondrop puffs like this was still tha ‘90s / eyes remain Chinese, Siamese twin heaters contain 16 each / peace to Southern Cali South Koreans / Born Knolege, Born Demons, I fight a holy war everytime my thoughts form ‘n’ I begin speakin ‘ Hasidic Orthodox to tha Conservative / Episcopalian Presbyterian, my neurons are in sanskrit mixed with Aramaic…

I’m incorrigible, my sword gets pulled ‘n’ I answer every question rhetorical like a wise-ass oracle / prepare for war yo, ya shit’s divorceable, divert diversely, my pen scripts torchable yet I digress / dual-edged threats swipe tha Gretzky off ya neck / flamethrower rhymes mesh your fancy clothes to your flesh / my Godly ways is flamin’ yo, try to negate I’m 1 of tha best / watch ya tone of voice yo, my coast is tha Blest Coast / West Coasta Nostra, try ‘n’ step, I’ll force coke up ya nose you Petticoat Junction rappers / scared of black cats crossin’ ya path or walkin’ under open ladders/ mediocre bastards get splashed ‘n’ their matter scatters back to mere atoms / revere how I reattach them with tha correct amount of chemical compounds added up / vocally, I vocalize gully intellect that supposedly burns holes thru skullies, my notes is wise ‘n’ throats get sliced in a moment’s notice / beware tha heavy flowin’ explosive poems that’s toted by tha bevy / my toast poses threat to every MC, hit tha deck cuz when I press eject, life lessons fly like loaded 9s ‘n’ cassettes / mediate how you alleviate life’s pain cuz tomorrow’s TBA, you might abbreviate ya own physical existence / Knolege uses his 3rd eye’s peripheral vision to understand tha wisdom that’s provided…

brace yourself for that flow based on reality like “tha Show” / snatch your gold chain with a knife like O.J. slashed Nicole / he got away with it like Nixon who had 6 minutes missin’ with Deep Throat givin’ coordinates to 5-0 / try to find me while I’m hiding, we could have words lost in tha translation like travels back to tha ‘90s / yo son, don’t lemme spit tha blowgun / I stay sharper than a Shogun’s blade ‘n’ force hari kari on tha fake / check my last dance with Mary Jane, tha rap messiah got Hip Hop pop ‘n’ locked down with barricades / in tha lair’s where I remain with tha dragon yo, ‘n’ firebreathin is my habit…

I’m captivated like prison populations ‘n’ punishment for wages of sin / my syntax misbehaves like inhalation of cocaine / intoxication, unprotected copulation ‘n’ tha same ole, blood come out your anal / from ancient fables of gunshots ‘n’ ashy bitches thin as a rail, triple beams ‘n’ grams that tip tha scale / cross state lines to sling whales, sippin’ pale ales / snortin’ cocaine, placed on my left pinky nail / pigs is paid off with blood money, snort dope by tha half-gram as I formulate plans to put slugs up in you dummies ‘n’ I nut in many honeys’ tummies, slappin’ their buttcheeks / shave ‘n’ take a shower ‘n’ I still appear scuzzy / watch your demeanor, don’t rub me wrong / I’ll make you disappear like Kim Kardashian’s thongs / Kanye was verbal, then flipped commercial, I’ll snatch tha ninja'z chain yo, then trade it for some purple haze ‘n’ go snort some Draino / coordinate a vocal coronation, hatin’ on Horus / scores follow me like Satan, my brightness shine, can you find tha correlation? my witty retorts shorn tha whiskers off of pretty faces…

how many MCs must get dissed? it’s tha simplest remembrance to tha ‘90s kid / highest definition Science, high-minded, I slice up western hemisphere pariahs like Van Gogh ears / my poetic prose causes caution flow’s caustic, leakin’ out tha kitchen faucet / lower tha drawbridge, I place Hip Hop in a coffin, smokin’ rap out a glass bong ‘n’ tha shit leaves me coughin’ / crush ‘n’ snort the Oxycotin carried in my bubble goose jacket pocket / tha shit leaves me itchin’ ‘n’ noddin’ / my pen accosts niggaz like Holy Spirit Pentecostal / my lines is scripted wicked like spirits in vodka bottles / domino effect, my rhymes’ like Placido with a tech / High Karate Kid like Ralph Macchio, Picasso fresh / dressed in camouflage fatigues ‘n’ Timberlands, carryin’ verbal weaponry in my head, 730 on my neck / snatch cat’s Gretzky rope, trade it for 7 grams of dope on tha basis that my closest friend is yae yo / amphetamines, weed, I like to drink malt liquor nigga / you wanna stick me up, just make sure you pull tha trigger…

I’m a giant with rhyme expertise, Science spits hyper than any MC since tha
1990s / react, take it back prior to Maybachs / I can’t pass it up, rollin’ in lowered bulletproof Acuras / half-wits get splashed with semi-automatic thoughts that hold hostages / novices shit in their pants when I cock tha octaves / they leave hella distraught, I lace tha weed with hella rock / smoke tha speed to get your flesh sprocked / I only party on tha block way beyond 12 hours long / tha Glocks click 16 shots ‘n’ then I switch tha clip / I eat kosher ‘n’ rest tha 7th day, demons find my flesh already possessed / I’m tha Hip Hop head with tha God complex / deoxyribonucleic, faulted like San Andreas, Budsmokin’ taggers’ how we based tha clique / goin’ thru changes like menstruation or a 6-pack of cervecas / you ain’t no MC, ya shit’s too basic / plus you enflame my hatred, Hip Hop lyricy’s my life, it ain’t just entertainment, my pen’s a torch ‘n’ emits flame from tha tip / commercial rappers is like Taylor Swift, kid, we’ll never get together again / tha culture’s sick, it needs to use tha Scientific method, tha flyest way to separate tha wack from rap brethren / immaculate, festive ‘n’ scholastic, I’m impeccable / so large I got a gravitational pull / from tha grave to tha cradle I was pulled with a deviated nasal membrane, snatchin’ gold chains ‘n’ cables / waitin’ for a whale, I was thrown in jail, never point tha finger with tha Lee Press-On Nails…

my eyes stay elongated, throngs of Gods never made it / bitches in thongs shake it, yo, where ya education? threads keep me connected, thoughts majestic / tha Laws of tha Universe is order ‘n’ 20 bucks’ll get me a quarter / Da Vinci Stradivarius rhymes, pluck my heartstrings on a 4-4 time / clad in a Wu-Tang Clan shirt with unabash-ed candor / I’ll bend a big booty bitch over ‘n’ I’ll stab her for bein’ my emotion captor / dirty hoe, though many have inhabited her, she got that fat ass ‘n’ perty cabbage / words sting repeatedly, killin’ me soft with hardcore songs, my eyes stay Pekinese…

Chameleon coded, blend with surroundings/
Energy's noted, every time a sound rings/
Stored in mental banks ears absorb information/
Walls hear what you think with no warned indication/
Your greatest fear or your worst enemy/
Make a statement clear, and the word’s sent to me/
Observing for centuries, data learned is pent in me/
Til eventually I'm dismembered and a memory/
Grown with age, spirits accumulate/
A past experience that assumes a shape/
And through it states a portion of history/
That's microscopic to the stories equipped to me/
A sheepish betrayal, or death of a lover/
I hone secrets and details that are never uncovered/
Clinging to my confines is the drawn line/
A walls lips never speak what a wall finds/

orchestrate tha ink to splash ethereal / choreograph verbal venereal disease, I could cure it in 16 / doc Science, fuck benign, Twist works with malignance / dim tha brightness in tha horizon / isn’t my shit tight? split tha hymen, blood seeps out vaginas / porno bitches is dick-riders / from Lost Angels to Now York there’s a hundred-thousand dual-edged swords cuttin’ hardcore, now who’s ready for war? fuck awards, my dart is catharsis / no psychoanalyst could define how my heart was burnt to a crisp / courts adjourn after 12 sequestered give prison terms to chesters then they get murked / I reap justice whether not it hurts / snortin’ narcotics ‘n’ walkin’ around with hundred dollar rocks of cocaine in my pocket / I brought back true rap over tha boom-bap beat knockin’ / brute craft, my rough drafts skeet on backs of bitches chocolate…

flash my rogue terminology, do tha numerology / my vigilante stance prances Knolege ‘n’ Equality / Golden Era Rap retroactive from tha Golden State / MCs leave ciphers with 4 holes in their face / I rap math that matches like fashion trends followed by half-wits / I blaze Mary Jane with a gram of crack in tha spliff / my braggadosia’s knockin’ ‘n’ my raps hold tha music industry hostage / y’all can’t spit, checkout how y’all just get admonished / negative cancels tha positive factors / avenge Hip Hop with adverbs that fracture rap amateurs / I tamper tracks with a golden axe, tha boldest cat / thoughts roam all over tha landscape while I post like a lamp / my hands shake by way of tha damage to my brain / my haikus prove my advanced I.Q. ‘n’ that you’re lame / I’m Satan’s ambassador of hate, my vas deferens carry weight / bronze brass, my iron fires flame / cliques expire when dire straits arise, I give a fuck about ya fame cuz blood’ll still stain your attire / behold I’m tha style reviser, still sportin’ a visor / reach 1 to teach 1 like dumb ‘n’ blind 85ers…

accessory after the fact, I stay strapped with stacks ‘n’ molest rap tracks with fact, clad in a fitted cap / sniffin’ crack with a White bitch, got a big ole ass like she Black ‘n’ prefer me to hit it from tha back / glass eyes is glossy, my pastime is that half my mind’s trapped in rhyme / establish brashness ‘n’ act asinine / patricide, I kill tha father to your steez, ya shit is wack yo / ipso facto, tha mac splash any race, color or creed / drape the airwaves with vocal mosaics of interwoven verbose tapestries / cauliflower earlobes get continuously probed in 3 hundred 60 positions by my poetic compositions / I spit quick-witted hits that rift Hip Hop cliques down tha center / I been Twisted since birth yo, I ate my own placenta / a brain with a bloody crown of thorns is my emblem ‘n’ verbal murder’s my agenda / knowledge is born when my endorphins swarm ‘n’ ignorance is dwarved from Southern Cali to tha islands of New York / forlorn cuz y’all fictitious like Easter, Christmas ‘n’ tha stork / you uninventive redundant ninjaz 1 day’ll redeem justice / 1 day I’ll bring forth justice whether physical destruction or lyrical poetic couplets / from tha prefix thru tha body till tha suffix, I stay 1 hundred with Gerbis yo ‘n’ you know our Souls are Blunted…

I stab a half-wit outta habit, battlin’ myself for practice / snatchin’ gold chains ‘n’ holy amulets / trade ‘em in for cocaine ‘n’ spegack, see my name upon tha manuscript / who tha fuck you thought causes cats to flip? with tha Golden Era reminiscent rap tactics, that’s visual like droppin’ 6 tabs of blotter acid / Scalastick’s thoughts manifested beyond a blog or text message / more aggressive than South to North Mexicans / I’m restive, approach tha cipher dressed in double bulletproof vested with tha pinstripes / Science Scalastick, 3 hundred-ninety-seven Fahrenheit / purge tha rhyme from my mind like a verbal parasite, Jeremiah as tha world’s paradigm of perfection / life lessons learned ‘n’ taught to the innocent who get burned by tha pretentious / I’ve been ‘n’ always have before tha genesis / thoughts trickle out the end of my pen’s tip…

keep ya mouth shut before you end up without much / I’m loud as fuck before I snatch chains, ya shoulda kept it tucked ‘n’ ruckus rousin’ is what I’m about with 40 bottles smashin’ ‘n’ 40 caliber gun bouts, walkin’ around in big trousers / Blunted Souls with coupon vouchers stolen, wildin’ out like neo-Nazi socialists usurpin’ Poland once ‘n’ over again / it’s tha most potent vocalist Science, hella noble, local to Ayn Rand McNally globe toted on my back / Glock’s in my fannypack loaded with extra clips, tha verbose ephedra shit / I know girls who blow so much I refer to them as headonists/ nah really, what tha fuck is rockabilly?

I destruct tha lined tablet with verbal gymnastics scribbled / harder than a bitch’s nipples when her titties get tongue tickled / nickel-plated guns swivel ‘n’ air missiles are liberated in tha form of epistles / I spit shit at foreign cliques like I was Don Rickles, or Archie Bunk / arteries get punked when I dump tha pistol grip air pump / life just ain’t fair to some so they blame others for circumstance as Fate, I laugh at the excuses they embrace / rap music must be saved, Scalastick thug estudious attracts chickens with tha fattest gluteus maximus / I use my thought as weaponry, hell’s within reach ‘n’ I read minds with telepathy…

whips crash carnage ‘n’ all you rappers is garbage / flags stay half-mast cuz death happens, it’s hard to harness / who started this? I don’t know but I’ma end it with 1 sentence, aka 16 bars in a clip / emphasis on tha harshness, I attack a track with visuals like spiritual auras / I psyche psyches throughout society / Science’s verbal piety to Hip Hop is in a variety of steezos, I keep tha piso at 9 ‘n’ 3 / a butcher knife MC, meat cleaver demeanor, smoke signals in tha chimney / I’ll gladly pay you Tuesday like Wimpy, my Wu-Tang sword style alludes to my appetite for rappin’ right/ I craft a rhyme so dope I’m forced to snort it up tha nostril with no cartilage, it goes straight to the throat / my bars is so ill, their carcinogenic, my syntax got hella sin in it God, it’s just how my pen scripts it…

Science, the ignition’s ignited / my titanic tyrannical wrath splashes crabs like leviathans / I wrong tha righteous with my 3rd eye as bright as tha star lights up in tha sky at nighttime / nickel ‘n’ dime MCs waste my time benign ‘n’ mediocre / I beat tha microphone with rhymes like an ogre / what lies in wait is attained by faith of tha greatness God graces, what I been trained in / silly pagan, you still’ll get killed bein’ affiliated with tha pastiest rhyme sayer / flame sways from my fingertips across 28 acres / next to tha God there’s none that can equate / you paper mache MCs catch machetes to tha face / do I amuse you like Joe Pesci? on tha Serengeti I wild out on you fledglings / ‘n’ when I speak it’s like there’s 10 of me / I make all you pussies wet like you was pregnant and you had to pee…

I take charge of tha mic ‘n’ scar everything in sight when I write Twisted Science that’s malignant to tha benign / I battle time with Scrabble rhymes that baffle tha average mind / impeccable yet unethical, I sketch anything suggestible / my felt tip trembles as tha Caucasus God Body assembles might from tha temple, clash wrath from tha rap titan / slappin’, expose my rap jacket, well-crafted sporadically drafted, ruffnecks is in my demographic / ungraduates, held captive by tha state, tha federales/ Ollie kickflip,3 Card Molle, notes taken in triplicate, bulletproof whips on 26s, Satanic Verses in triple sixes / perverted words blurted by Christians worshippin’ crosses / false idols, lemme stop, I’m not a priest / I’m a Christ, laud me on your knees / I blow trees with MCs, all out for tha CREAM / my pen nickel gleam, I beam metaphors ‘n’ similes…

fire my way thru tha barricades, fight my way up into tha conflict with a lack of conscience / conscientious backpack rappers scatter, I fill coffins / ill taste like cherry lozenges, every last dollar’s spent to fill tha clip / penny saved’s a penny earned, I ash blunts in urns ‘n’ speak witty truth like Howard Stern / germ warfare, scorch tha 4Square, duel-edged full fledge sword evens tha score, I choke ninjaz with mic cords / wrapped tight around their throat ferociously / bitches fall hopelessly in love with tha way Science rocks mic devices / I shine like sunlight in tha horizon brighter than Christ did, excersizin’ my Last Rites…