Twisted Science Cypherz

fondle Medusa’s wig, while I give her a tongue kiss / my tongue is a dagger that stabs matter / I’m a braggart that stays blunted/ suspect ninjaz get snuffed quick / buck fifty sharp, I carry 16 bars by my gums / my dick gets hard, then I cum / when I’m sportin’ a paisley scarf, ya better fuckin’ run / foul as I am I should also scram too, I carry weight by tha gram boo ‘n’ don’t eat ham cuz I’m a Jew / an Anglo-Saxon at that, it’s tha religion I’ve chosen / I’m also a drug addict so you know I mix coke in tha spliff before I blow it / caught by a heavy neurosis that I just ain’t big enough for her like Napolean / fuck y’all rappers’ swagger, I’ll stab your bitch then grab your semoleans / half-wit bastards, marry tha bitch ‘fore you make another bastard / Goddamn, babygirl, ya ass is hella swollen / no wonder my pants are hella swollen…

graphics get crafted that reach out n hold attention captive, permanent beef’s active like Montagues n Capulets / its accurate, my clip empties 16 limerick sentences, Mephistopheles, Christ n Twisted are kindred spirits / Glocks get pulled on ignorance, phonics put holes in mental tenements, its Knolege God, I’ll return you to metaphysics with a Blunted Soul, 3rd eye’s chinkier than Inuits n all you ninjaz is suckin Kendricks dick? he cant spit, he swallows it like 4-5th hollow tips n souls stuck in limbo that wallow in tha abyss / all up on that new shit, gay n confused like Frank Ocean n he-she dudes with 2 tits fused to their pectorals / I make soup outta y a dorsals, shark ninjaz ain’t got no bars ninjas, see tha spark in my blue eye ninja? I carve SCIENCE on tha peninsula, set tha bar higher than indica, yall funk airwaves like enemas / I script rhymes n leave tha pen in dust, I vent vendettas, while Im in tha penitentiary, my thoughts stay exemplary, R.I.P. Ol Dirt Dog, Guru n Grym Reap…

straight outta San Fer, Nando Valley infinite, more pimp than Lando Calrision, I be ape shittin’ on you fake simians with an unlimited master edition, my sentence get me more juice than Pac ‘n’ pulp fiction / my cult’s religious, a direct descendant of Yacoub tha chemist, I drink Big Gulps with malt liquor in it ‘n’ get Twisted / as Scientific, tha Brash Mathematician who stabs crabs with his prose compositions…

I douse my innards in that produced in France’s vineyards, my vintage lyrics show my tenure in how I penned it / relentless, I’ll snatch a ninja pendant ‘n’ trade it for dope, I’ll snatch a ninja rope ‘n’ sport it cuz I don’t give a fuck / I say my rhymes loud, sharper than a nip ‘n’ tuck with a homemade silencer to deaden tha gun bust / when you see me, I walk with brothaz, 7 in tha sun, you teensy MCs best believe that Killah God’s on tha run / loppin’ MCs heads off with machete bars, decked out in camouflage scarves / me ‘n’ tha Gods got more Knolege than esoteric Ivy League psychobabble, buildin’ pyramids with polygons ‘n’ quadrilaterals ‘n’ other unspecified shapes / I bless tha minds of fakes with Fate ‘n’ my underworld fame infuriates tha lames / I spray flamethrower tactics, there’s no word that can equate how my brain is sharper than axes…

I wear medallions shaped like falcons’ talons, yo, tha most pallid flesh, I make cardiacs arrest/ tha heart palpitates when tha God allocates alleged allegories, I stab rap ninjaz sorta like Jason Voorhies / I score like a sports team ‘n’ snort tha morphine so much, it’s like a sword to tha coronary / vocal portraits get imported thru tha audio orifice torturous, Science stands firm ‘n’ thoughts get extorted / I’m aloft ‘n’ also gorgeous, would you believe Twisted’s dormant? just imagine me in a performance / I’m like Janis Joplin, I damage topics ‘n’ true Hip Hoppers know that when I splash they will cop it…

sublet tha subtext, I corrupt any subject, my sovereign potency dons tha hosiery / I rob heads high octane ‘n’ put verbal holes thru the upholstery overtly, I’m more spun than a rotary / I flex fresh on the internet, with more flavor than Entemann’s, I’m the end of men, call me tha God in flesh / Twisted’s flippancy’s tha cause of death, my spiritual indemnity cuts off tha frickin heads of heathens / I orchestrate assorted portraits that’s live ‘n’ vivid, I got tha flyest diction that’s maniacal ‘n’ livid / 2 vinyls ‘n’ diamond needles scratched, I’m regal with a diadem, I beat all you sons up like domestic violence…

psychological this, psychological that, I profess my Knolege dialect by tha way I rap / with Wu undertones, I battle till I’m all alone at tha top of tha mountain, soundin’ like I’m from Shoalin Island/ hella valiant from L.A., I pen 16s, crumble it, eat it, so foul it make my frickin’ belly ache / I get Twisted when I celebrate, I constantly elevate, for tha knave I gravedig shallow graves / MCs hang from tha gallows, my mental salvos is point blank ‘n’ leave ninjaz with unresponsive dial tones/ espoused to my skin tone ‘n’ mainframe, I change things like King James ‘n’ versus me, MCs leave in flames / yo, I gestapo tracks ‘n’ leave ‘em in police states, internment camp tha beat ‘n’ wash it away / MCs that’s weak with hate ‘n’ anger, step down with your fake words, it’s Twisted Science, jewels crested when tha wave burst…

I remember Hip Hop with tha lemon drop, GZA ‘n’ Raekwon was bumpin’ ‘n’ tha girlies was hot / hand on my crotch, pipe filled at tha tweak spot, 20 dollar bills straight covered with snot, hand me tha speed rock / cooked up liters in beakers, whips flipped, wish I could reverse life, I write deep words on my kites / about rat fink men who’s really mices, pack tha funk grams in my Phillie Titans, fuck man, I’m tha God of Science / bad times arise when my rhyme’s recited, I twist a dime ‘n’ ignite it, waitin’ to inhale exhale / nervous, I bite my nails, nostrils drippin’ fishscale assertive, expert at excursions under tha kerchief / for dime 1, I rock mics for fun to tha beats kicked by my own drum ‘n’ y’all ninjaz is ho-hum / I keep my throat numb, can’t pay tha funds? I break ya effin’ thumbs, high-strung like guitar strings strummed / guns ‘n’ ammo stashed under tha carseat, tha lump in my khakis is kosher yo, it’s all-beef / I’m a foul Anglo-Saxon like tha cats who started 13 colonies, my iconoclastic ways smash idolatry / thoughts is scholarly ‘n’ addressed properly, you praise my polished genes, trollaps get caught for collars, forensics trace ‘em follicly / I shoulda went to college but I got problems with tha law, I’m tha most Melanin Challenged MC…

gashes appear when these lyrics lacerate your ears, it’s weird, I’m just a man-God who has no peers / I verbally equalize cuz every man is gonna die eventual, you’re worthless yo, you stand for no principles / I have tha mannerisms of radicalist fanaticism, back when I was active, I robbed ninjaz for amulets / tha grams I’ve sniffed n snorted, I stab torsos with vocals n cut up shark ninjaz for they dorsals, corporal punish tha corporeal / my spirit has jaded morals, tha rap zealot, never jealous of you plebes that upon seein me must kneel / bust verbal steel, my heart’s covered by metal thorns, I dare you to try n steal / my pen’ll never congeal cuz I shock ninjaz like eels constant like Constantine I bust verbal robberies so fork over tha CREAM n tha Wallabies, fuck whether they my size, next thing Im snatchin for is ninjaz’ lives…

I’m Godly ‘n’ sovereign with a high octane tolerance, my thoughts consist of how I’m tha father of Apocalyptic doomsday occult type shit that gets expedited, like lies of tha Mayans, notebooks of Twisted Science indicate I’m Christ’s scion / catch me wildin’ on tha Virgin Islands, tha reincarnation of tha Judean Lion / I despise commercial rap like Snoop Lion, my intelligence designed it, step to my cipher, you’ll resign quick / y’all worship false idolists, thinkin’ you deserve entitlements, ya’ll MC is more cunt than menstrual cycles is / I’m brighter than Orion’s Belt is, I got a iron felt tip that splash more flavor than pickle relish / a convicted felon since age 12, spell ya Knolege right, I ball on tha mic, spreadin’ pollen when I fly / problems arise so I smooth it out like a lozenge, tha despot Science connects tha dots in your mind…

my sword swings, I been snortin’ things since I was 14, I’m so phat I’m lean, I rob crabs 'n’ put ‘em on smash with flattery / so verbose I hand out verbal battery, MCs holdin’ mics with bayonets get stabbed by me / most lack tha tenacity to grasp even halfa these vocal assault tactics I unhatch cuz of their mental apathy / their cabbages suffer from atrophies, I laugh at tragedies cuz otherwise all I’d do is weep pathetically / lookin’ for pathos, havin’ unwanted children cuz you lack to wear tha raincoat, smokin’ cocaine cut with Draino, to keep my throat clean / a true dopefiend, watch my nosebleed, cuz I sniff every last dollar of tha fuckin’ proceeds / focusing on plagues of locusts, brought upon tha Roman heathens when I spoke with priests that preach about a broken Jesus / Twisted, my penis, thick as oak trees, I blow trees, sharper than razor wire, stayin' wired on tha low key / change my name to Kilo cuz nobody’s as dope as me, even without tha norepinephrine or tha dopamine / corporeal exportin’ endorphins, black orchids represent MCs shorted by tha cordless / there’s no father to my steez, I’m an orphan, I spit vivid portraits ‘n’ to believe most of my skill is dormant / only courts can judge me lord, at least upon tha physical, my nickel-gleam thoughts fire ire like pistols / your rhymes is pointless like men’s nipples, I’m a literal liberal literary Olympian ‘n’ any 1 of Science’s rhymes is handpickable / grams is sniffable, flash those grands, your life is kickable, you with tha mic is criminal, work with tha pen, your pitiful / lemme get conscious with some political, I’ll George Zimmerman you with a Intertech loaded with 3-3 time verbal minuets / I leave leaflets upset in need of time to catch their breath, I think my pen’s got Tourette’s, my ruffneck rough drafts fuck the internet / I smoke Marlboro Light cigarettes ‘n’ I burrow knives in ninjaz’ necks with my eyes crossed like a intersection / Rick Ross ‘n’ JayZ are bitches just like Kanye West is, so is Kendrick, they couldn’t spit 16 even if I penned it / I’m in tha penitentiary, all these MCs is pussy soft like my memories, I like old New York ‘n’ Eminem, let’s go back to last century / I’m a throwback MC from tha Blest Coast, I’ll leave a mic with a strep throat/ aggression’s no question brought to tha mic session, obsessive in how Knolege God Science is tha true nexus / havin’ freshness, Caucasoid with 5% teachings of right angle direction undertones in his thunderous poems written arcanely in archaic tomes / tha most brazen with more degrees than Masons, behavin’ like Damien / grainy with grime ‘n’ grit, I ain’t even in my prime yet I’m better than most cliques when I spit…

I rock from above tha clouds, my nouns is like tha Shroud of Turin / a fervent purist who lets tha culture flourish with vocal nourishment / I rob with 16 wearin’ a kerchief, my bars charge a tariff for rhymes that’s deeper than tha commercial surface / I spit with brothaz Blacker than purple on tha surface / I stay at service ready to attack you rap fledglings with an aluminum bat / rumor's some of you cats rummage your brains for raps ‘n’ still come up half-assed with your half-way shook styles / I’m flyer than owls ‘n’ joust diphthongs ‘n’ vowels to make 1 sound with 6 points on my royal crown / with 7 in tha center, from January to December I made Jesus Christ a sinner / with my top of tha line thoughts, I’m suave with tha mind of God / there’s no calm before tha storm, I rush a spot like killer bee swarms / my verses rush thru cylinders as verbal slugs that pierce fleshes ‘n’ caress death like tha nape of a girl’s neck…

recreate with my mind full of anguish, I spit 16s outta 9’s, as sick as stillbirths in mangers / I rob dope pushers with 12 gauges, blood trickles from my veins down to my suede Timbs, my face remains emaciated / my soul’s tainted ‘n’ I bump tha Gravediggaz ‘n’ tame ninjaz with tha sovereign brain of a prince / Milo’s pain has even been prior to ’96 when Hense flipped the R.I.P. Civic whip / flippant, my alcoholic ways is like Dionysus, tha wicked God named Twisted Science, I’ll slit ya wrist for lyin’ / nickel-plated semis gleam, a ruffneck whose thoughts is priceless, my prison team is 3 Strike 25-to-lifers / sharper than razor wires, my bars cause fires like sparks from radial spare car tires / the Art of 16 bars, ef tha feds like Libertines, I carve my nomenclature outta anger, ire n Bad Dreams…

I vent my soul irate, tha pen, I hold it sideways, I’ll never change yo, you flash jewels, I’ll snatch ya ice age / y’all’re froze, raise tha cli-mate, I expedite tha flame, I raise hell ‘n’ brimstone, check out how Science came / vindictive with elongated pupils constricted, it’s futile cuz I’m pensive, thoughts is grinchin’ against tha false Christians / I’ve crawled Twisted since tha Genesis past tha Revelation, heads get elevated when I dig shallow graves for tha nation / infuriated by pure hatred, measure tha PH balance in my urination, I’ve been ill since my germination / until my physical termination, my word’s impeccable like hoes that shave around they vulvas ‘n’ labias…

hired to pull tha iron, raid environs / swipe lives away before tha sirens came, witness closed tha window by tha fire escape / game never changes, only tha players, pain displacement / Hip Hop runs thru my veins, never say my name in vain / Science Knolege retained, archeologists discovered my mummified brain in tha Caucasus caves / surrounded by ancient Hebrew hieroglyphs, when Milo spits, it’s directly to God ‘n’ shit about tha heathens ‘n’ heretics / tha paganism displayed is my escape, more Maneuvers than Heimlich ‘n’ what I despise is hate / grate tha gridiron, Fate is my desire / cover you face ‘cuz when I spit it goes straight thru your attire / put me in a wheelchair yo, aye yo I won’t retire / guns blazin’ craz-ed, tha vocal Amadeus with behemoth
rhymes / semi-auto verse, 16 seem to fly ‘n’ pierce your jacket / snatch your chain ‘n’ scar up your cabbage / I cut tracks to feel emotion like cats with razor blades / slugs from tray-8 snubs ‘n’ thugs with French Braids / tight-like, pull a heist faster than a crackpipe / I’m on tha rise like a stalagmite / get your Science right / life-likes, I take ‘em quick ‘n’ tha cameras click / autographs ‘n’ fingerprints / now, ya wonder where tha fi-fi went / heed tha devious, madd mischievious / MCs I slaughter tedious ’n ’skeet ’n’ skeet ’n’ plead tha 5th / language lost in tha translation / razor sharp jaws of life, jaws of anguish / tattoo tha mind with flagrant dual-edged statements / tha vocal Amadeus, clips sprayed emptied / taped banana clips on Aks / y’all MCs is fake like titties / obscenities get sent from me written over thoughts of looped sampled symphonies / Science, tha man, tha myth / tha pantheist Knolege God foresight saw you comin’ with redundance, lowered my pants ’n’ oh how you love to suck it…

my verses disperse virtuous, an Anglo-Saxon Germanic verbal murderer like Son of Sam David Berkowitz / an herbalist, my rhyme’s 1st to hit, lift a bitch’s skirt ‘n’ insert it at Catholic services / coerce not guilty verdicts with 12 individuals, murk tha masses with tha verbal jams, I traffick in, paragraphs is graphic / I’m above-average, a thug scholastic, I teach thoughts to rhyme subversive ‘n’ classic, I stab psychosomatics with psychedelic effects / a relic in flesh, hellbent in my delivery, I choose you next / caress tha track, all I hear’s a MC’s death rasp, I hold my pen sideways ‘n’ text a sexual advance, upon ear sockets / fear Knolege when Science polish tha microphone, 4 pounds in 4 time zones puts holes in domes / put it in ya mouth ‘n’ swallow tha hollow tip whole like Aceyalone…

my sword’s sharp ‘n’ cuts apart ninjaz in 4 bars, I thwart advancement ‘n’ banish MCs to tha nether regions of Los Angeles / Knolege God Science raps in tangents that create panic attacks from tha pale to tha tannedest / applicants need not apply for I’ve already been chosen, corrosive, foolin’ ninjaz like Trojans / debilitate cliques like multiple sclerosis / my prose is like a rose or something close to it, perchance like shots of lithium to keep my mood in order / I rush borders like a Mexican exodus, call me tha rap exorcist / I revitalize heavy math with exponents with my 3rd eye, I verbalize how I neurally burgalize MCs ‘n’ steal their memories / I’ll never leave tha pen at ease, I spit 16 ‘n’ tha track flees with dryheaves / a Gemini huntin’ for some Pisces, my 2 sided Zodiac sign is like dual-sided razorwire / I’ll cut ya regardless to prove my theory like Darwin, carryin’ a AK-47 with a extra cartridge / I’m a Narcissist which makes me prone to put me 1st ‘n’ I don’t know where love starts or ends…

I bang thru barricades, serenadin’ Fate with a verbal cadence that never changes till tha Revelation/ ace of spades, locked in a cage with a pen ‘n’ paper to vent my frustrations, so many pages, so many ages / to you Hip Hop’s a phase, my bouquet of anguish has tainted the American English language, I came with insane wit / painted in an array of statements, colorful to catch tha gullible, palpable to taste you lame shits / I walk locked in waistchains ‘n’ anklets, headbangin’ like Greg Louganis, more holier than shamen, more jokes than Damon Wayans / on a TV show vocally staccato ‘n’ capriccio, it’s easy yo, I let tha pen flow…

I attack brash, collab with God, I’m only half man / do tha math, my brain weighs a hundred 68 grams / I’m a nomad, tha universe is my homeland like security / call security, my rap purity splashes fury for tyranny, there’s none superior to these recessive traits my ink squeeze / ninja please / you famous off Hawaiian Sophie shirts, but Science controls the Earth, I’m discerned as tha Blue Eyed God of Verse / more ill than Illuminati, my semi-autobiography emasculates your Cock Nation posse with androgyny / tha Blest Coast retro Hip Hop Socrates, speakin’ Supreme like philosophy ‘n’ Mathematic like isosceles / in tha Beast’s belly, Knolege God Body Science alters tha Glock’s trajectory, phonetically, I spell shit out alphabetically ‘n’ orgasms is Heavenly, gimme leverage when I slip my cassette in / the epicenter is my thoughts, there ain’t no God to carry my cross cuz after all I must answer the casting call / a verbal athlete with vocal cleats, so noble ‘n’ oblique ‘n’ all y’all MCs is buried beneath of me, in shallow graves / I’m tha God praise to allocate, tha whip flipped in tha ‘90s, back when rap excited me / now all you faggots forgot its beginnings, cut off tha racket ‘n’ establish your name upon the tablet…

I leave professors Scientifically scarred ‘n’ keep weed in jars, my 16 bars are above par, I got hydraulics on my golf cart / talkin’ holy shit like Jesus farts, conceited cuz every last 1 of my darts is sharp / like laser rays, I hate tha game, plus I player hate, check tha dreamscape, a fiend for fame ‘n’ how my brain quakes / I like tha cocaine escape ‘n’ because of it I’m in chains, I snort methamphetamine ‘n’ no MC could get tha best of me / stupid kids sniffin’ ketamine ‘n’ every man for his self, how I excel propellin’ semi-auto shells / long ago I lost my shell, I twist tha Bell Curve, my felt tip misspells words ‘n’ I’ve expelled the urge / tha many levels of hell I’ve travelled thru are grungy boulevards ‘n’ lavish avenues, it’s accurate in how I’m passin’ thru / graffiti vandalize minds, to leave my mark on tha planet, I inhale exhale truth damages…

stuck in physical prison, existent with no assistance, huntin’ for Justice, Equality ‘n’ Wisdom / no color lines of other kinds shine like rainbows thru tha prism, my brain blows thru many strains of izm/ Rhythm And Poetry, true school Hip Hop ‘n’ rap purity shows my fury, radioactive like tha Curries / fuck cash flow ‘n’ currencies, I got a cache of flows written with smidgens of obscurities / my backpack rap is vicious, Science is tha catalyst of the Apocalypse plus also tha beginnin’ / I’m wicked ‘n’ Twisted like Olympian gymnasts, I chill like a glacier, spittin’ verbal fantasia / when I dine, I refrain from swine ‘n’ crustaceans, when tha Beast put forth tha heads, it’s time for amputations / retain tha crowns, I’m like 10 times a 4 pound, bound ‘n’ gag tha track ‘n’ cut it up 'n' down to tha ground…

saber sharp light I shine to tha deaf ‘n’ blind / wicked darts spark divine, bars ‘n’ rhymes arm my nine / Twisted by design, penned collision Scientific / thought collages, how I drop Knolege, I wonder if you get it / alphabetic thunderclaps, Alpha Romeros flippin’ automatic lyric attacks all my lines’ flame like arrowtips, doper Hip Hop than liquified heroin in IV drips / heads nod ‘cuz I cure tha maintainence, endorphins, serotonin makes me say shit ‘n’ start sprayin’ like banana clips taped on AKs to change quick / rappers today, stay in your place / you ain’t no MC, I’ll put blood on your apron…

MCs leave emaciated, I facilitate with anguish ‘n’ hatred, affiliated with a
nickel-plated representation / dual-edge bladed, gimme tha 7 heads of Satan, fish is on my breath like I just ate tha bitch / pigs chase Twist like brand names ‘n’ a materialist ‘n’ your whole clique’s inferior to this / be wary, I snatch a purse quick, my style is perfect, deeply under tha surface, I make wombs constrict / life is a conflict, I put on my Timberlands, in my youth I had promise now I’m in prison / what a waste, regardless, you’ll suffocate when these bars is spit, if karma’s accurate, wha’d I do my last Earthly visit?

I instigate cliques to proliferate clips, you gotta bring tha hardcore you wanna ‘filiate with this / Scientificness that’s Twisted, I been since tha beginnin’ of existence, Hense flipped tha whip ‘n’ I was gifted / to listen, look ‘n’ observe to mock words ‘n’ excavate the ignorance of tha deaf ‘n’ blind, lemme press rewind / to when I wrote my 1st rhyme, the Original Sin was by a dime, I decline tha swine when I dine / I eat tracks up, ninja wanna flash what? I stab a crab in his nuts, studio thugs end up as has-whats / I carry a backpack with pistols ‘n’ disassembled Macs ‘n’ truths you half-ass rappers wouldn’t grasp…

I torpedo akido in a gazebo with a monstrous ego, doin’ lines from tha freethrow, I feast hoes ‘n’ beast flows with no regret / my thought corrodes the inside of a nose like a 45 year old cokehead / I like ‘em pale ‘n’ dark as crows’ feathers, from tha Book of Tobit to Esther, my Old Testament flow ruffles bevies of feathers / eye for an eye shit,wetter than Poseidon or Miley Cyrus when she sees photographs of Twisted Science / I’m tha lord of the underground, call me Osiris with tha sky blue iris with a bejeweled scepter ‘n’ diadem / reach to teach to tha dumb, deaf ‘n’ blinded, spliffs of izm open minds to the White light, exit rainbows of prizm / rhymes sharp as ice picks, tha brightest minded titan leviathan, a violent Goliath-type mental giant / shinin’ like Orion, I heist constellations out tha sky ‘n’ rename them, Stradivarius-like rhymes handmade like expert violins / tighter than a siren’s vagina lips, clutch ya diamonds cuz I snatch ice wrists / I give grave advice like Mayan pariahs, however they was lyin ‘n’ mine is true Science…

my demonic sonnets leave priests jaundice, honest, I bronze tha mic before I spit a tint on it, CREAM flows like Jews at Hanukah / I’m ominous like Dante’s Inferno thru a wormhole, fuck you punks at thrift shops with fur coats / I skip rocks outta my pocket with 9 millimeter Hip Hop, tha thoughts of this scofflaw’s like Alfred Hitchcock’s / I stay Twisted sideways, that’s how I lift tha Glock, I lace cyanide on tha track ‘n’ never take derogatory comments back / I harass tha producer’s boom-bap / fluent in rap ‘n’ how I speak matter-factly about drab things, your savagery tests my tenacity, deep ‘n’ heavier than gravity / I have the audacity to dare MCs to blast me, yet none of thems as crafty to damage me / I can’t bleed, I’ve been branded Knolege God Cyphah Twisted Science his majesty…

I arrive at tha cipher on a pale horse, pick out a victim, attack their sympathetic nervous system / hearts plummet ‘n’ have arrhythmias from God, Issachar ‘n’ Simeon, I’m authentic while y’all is false like computer images / my Twistedness is Scientific like true religion is, I toss limericks like discuses/ with an emphasis on rhyme flow, I write epics like Ivanhoe, shinin’ brightly restin’ on tha 7th day / callin’ Mikey, askin’ if he wanna chase some fat heinies at night, playin’ ground like this was 1999 / inclined to eat vagina, gimme tha mic, I beat tha rhyme up, assault ‘n’ battery lyrics dig thru tha underground to China ‘n’ I ain’t talkin’ about that wrestle bitch, temple’s tha body-vessel, tha God is omnipresent yet he’s stuck in correctional / with exceptional thought waves, I brought enough hate to share ‘n’ share alike…

Ayatollah Science fashioned after Khomeni, Iranian tyrannical cranium reignin’ tha subterranean / measure my brainwidth, it’s fatter than a Kardashian bitches’ anus, I blow smoke rings to Saturn that travel to Uranus / in-famous for sin ‘n’ hatred, my mind’s been tainted ‘n’ I stay in waistchains ‘n’ anklets / waitin’ to bank in like tha Wayans on what I spit, must I submit? nah, I’m tha true God of this lyric shit / a true lyricist captivatin’ mental pictures, was in French class with Tia then I saw her on Sister Sister / politickin’ like Kissenger, brolic, I rob with scissors, we could go head to head, I’ll slit ya wrist, my pen’s tha victor / rather tha listener constituents, my pupils remain dilated even without tha effin’ stimulants / Twisted Science, I turn a blind eye like 85ers, gimme 16 ‘n’ Hip Hop could never be liver…

you can’t ostracize my viewpoints, I feud with Jake like Hatfields ‘n’ McCoys, ready to lobotomize every MC in tha joint / coin a phrase, I know you lames copped it, you bitch-ass faggots’re all up on that pop shit / tryin’ to be a sensation, I pop clips ‘n’ now you need ventilation, you feel tha Glock’s penetration / his venerated highness Science mocks ya whole roster, ya actin’ skills is worse than Kevin Costner / I’m like a made man mobster, with tha parmigiana pasta, I stole these glass frames made by Prada / with tha champagne lenses, my rhymes are taste sensitive, sportin’ gold medallions shaped like stallions / my heart’s been calloused against ballads ‘n’ Broke back Mountain tossed salad ass-hole lickin’ rappers / MCs end up cadavers like Ol’ Dirty Bastard, I travel in Deloreans with flux capacitors…

y’all is pure fluff, I brolic thug, with tha pen in hand it’s like a 3rd stage alcoholic that’s drunk / yo, my symmetry is Gambino Genovese, I slice necks exemplary all tha way stuck in a penitentiary / taught many lessons lost, I found out who’s tha God, Picasso thought portraits, my sword bloodies up your Jordans / script a dart with 16 bars of war, tha commercial faction try to infiltrate tha culture ‘n’ hold me captive / my pen jams acrobatics with shrewd skill ‘n’ verbal aerodynamics, in Los Angeles we prevent the arrival of the ambulance / aneurisms appear in temporal lobes, I splash priests at catechisms ‘n’ thoughts is difficult / I’m tha apex ‘n’ tha pinnacle, let’s take it back to tape decks, rewind tha cassette like “did he just say that?” don’t procreate with me, I got phrases that’d stab a G, ‘n’ I recant my savagery…

verbalize how tha world’s been scribed mostly by lies, we could all be Christed, my underworld sight’s like Osiris / tha heist of tha skyblue iris recited by Science decides who's gonna die quick ‘n’ who it’s gonna take time with / I shine like Orion ‘n’ keep tha sky lit with prime wit derived from a Twisted mind/ I reside with tha civilized, missiles shot from pistols pierce the iron side, I’m whimsical ‘n’ venerable / the highest pennacle, admirate tha general, stab tha fake in tha face with a pencil dually sharpened like I went to both Harvard ‘n’ Dartmouth / a starvin’ artist charged with vocal arson, total carnage with tha arsenic dipped on tha dart’s tip…

rhymes get portrayed in metaphorical A.K.A.s, I’m on a verbal crimewave ‘n’ tha terra firma gets sprayed / blood flow permeates from a thug’s nose from snortin’ cocaine, my dislike grows into disses ‘n’ hates / my machete rap eviscerates with glib phrases of bliss that’s sick ‘n’ tenacious / I’m tha sagacious matrix of tha true purist Hip Hop generation, scrapin’ MCs retainin’ my straight hetero orientation / I’ma change nations like that silly ninja Drake didn’t start speakin’ French Canadian, if I plant seeds they’ll be White ‘n’ Black like Dalmatians / my heart palpitations is from white crystalline drug recreation…

tha stigma of stigmata in it’s original Aramaic language, people standin’ with they face painted / I violate every stipulation with mental demolitions, gem gets Twisted exquisite, composite sketch my complex physics / grab your crucifix ‘n’ show fear for tha God, when I show up, you wonder how ya peers got robbed / tha 23rd Psalm recited backwards by Science, I had words of refinement with Isis that clogged tha sinus / sharper than a icepick, kaleidoscope righteous-minded, a house conquered by Science a house that’s been divided / tha Brightest Star, a.k.a. Lucif-ar, by far, gimme 16 bars, I’ll leave you with a horseshoe scar / I torch jewels like Germans tortured Jews, I’m tryin’ to score more than food ‘n’ bank shit like that Knights Templar / I disprove your Greek mythologies, to seek deep Egyptology, my deep philosophies start with truth, justice ‘n’ honesty / equality ‘n’ wisdom, my 6 ounce mind is perfection God after the exorcism / reflect my witticisms, ponder thoughts that best sex ‘n’ gizm when you’re still up in ‘em, my deadly venom’s Bringin’ Down tha System / like izm, call me Puff Daddy, better yet bitch just call me daddy / check tha note clef, I flow fresh never knowin’ when it’s my time for death that’s why I try to keep drugs on my breath…

I represent nostalgia ‘n’ act wild at remember 1995 galas with a dick thick as 6 stallions / a vocal rascallion, rogue with stolen medallions, sharper than falcons’ talons, try to take tha hair off my chinny-chin-chin with electrolysis / Mao Tse-Tung style, I socialize 4 elements / hell-bent, burnin’ MCs hotter than Celsius with no accelerant yo, cuz I could do that / make tha roof collapse, Science is truth ‘n’ truth is fact, my pen attacks a track till it’s blue ‘n ‘black / study mathematics like Euclid, react like protons ‘n’ electrons with tha nucleic acid cut in half / count tha ounces by tha gram, I bounce hella flam’, pop culture’s caught by commercial glamour, you parvenu cats is very pampered / I slam grammar that slaps bars at crews, armed like Black Panthers…

my thoughts resonate tha duress of hate / desolate, I’m a pessimist, I crash a party cuz I’m never on tha guest list / tha messiest, havin’ make-up sex with my exes, where’s the evidence? scribe an “M” on your neck, my purist threats is contemptuous / I rest upon tha 7th Day like an Adventist with a holy pendant / I beat entire cliques, it shows up on tha census / accentuate my name upon tha verbal template ‘n’ make it a point of interest / I get over-exposed like givin’ a hundred 10%age, my flow is pious ‘n’ Twisted, Science is never innocent / tha universe is limitless, my 3rd eye is infinite, I’m a love 4-5th thug like life’s a tennis match / golden pendants get snatched like 2 chains or Trinidad James, I change Testaments like King James / I bring shame, teams is as weak as Cuban linc chains, when I lend my name, I let my brain circulate tha fame contained on tha track / more pure than ‘80s crack implanted in tha ghetto as means, I creep but keep it low key / attack tha planet like Loki, I spend tha last of my proceeds to make my freakin’ nose bleed…

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Originally Posted by Twisted Science

stuck in physical prison, existent with no assistance, huntin’ for Justice, Equality ‘n’ Wisdom / no color lines of other kinds shine like rainbows thru tha prism, my brain blows thru many strains of izm/ Rhythm And Poetry, true school Hip Hop ‘n’ rap purity shows my fury, radioactive like tha Curries / fuck cash flow ‘n’ currencies, I got a cache of flows written with smidgens of obscurities / my backpack rap is vicious, Science is tha catalyst of the Apocalypse plus also tha beginnin’ / I’m wicked ‘n’ Twisted like Olympian gymnasts, I chill like a glacier, spittin’ verbal fantasia / when I dine, I refrain from swine ‘n’ crustaceans, when tha Beast put forth tha heads, it’s time for amputations / retain tha crowns, I’m like 10 times a 4 pound, bound ‘n’ gag tha track ‘n’ cut it up down to tha ground…

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I loved this man real heavy!

my positive affirmations audit you like a Scientologist, tha sovereign Twisted God Knolegest takes MCin’ to the extremist / more wicked than Lucifer’s semen mixed with tha blood of Jesus, I read tha Rorschach ink prints ‘n’ it always leaves me indecisive like I’m back in tha hallways of grade school with dope up my sinus / labeled a verbose tyrant, my ire is dire, I sire vocal vocalist vibrance / a 1990s revivalist, you could tell from my head scar that I’m a survivalist, survival of tha fittest / false idols is my rivals, I’m maniacal, more Terrible than Ivan, I chime in with Stradivarius-type rhymes packed in my verbal 9 / tha world’s not ready for my mind, I pilfer rhymes when I authorize verses / stay in line punk otherwise it’s curtains, I grind up tha rapgame ‘n’ smooth it on my ashy surface / mix my battle techniques in with conscientiousness, put an Obama mask on ‘n’ rob tha
innocent / from tha trenches of Babylon, I make a staunch Christian study tha Koran which is taught to both recessives ‘n’ dominants / my Judaic thoughts stain deoxyribonucleic acids, solids liquidate to gasses / sharper than a 2-edged axe is, alleged MCs need to grasp tha pen ‘n’ go practice, cuz Science is fact ‘n’ that’s an axiom, lyrics are like bullet shells cuz I’m packin’ ‘em hazardous / from tha mental slums of Los Angeles, I effect minds like tha psychoactive chemicals in cannabis…

from the archives of Science, they enshrined tha lines from my mind on a papyrus, tha brightness from my 3rd eye blinds my sky blue iris / I pioneer with rhymes that’s like lions in your ear, with more white shit than veneer goin’ thru my veins / so full of Knolege I got 2 brains, fuck you new lames, Forever it’ll be Wu-Tang / at tha top of real purist Hip Hop, I’m furious, tha dirtiest, you’re more butt than tha bi-curious / my sword cuts like tha Manchurians, if I was tha Feds I’d turn on my citizens like Syrians / or tha United Slaves with crack ‘n’ AIDS, I attack tha rap game with flamethrower phrases /that’re cascaded by my cadence, I reveal what’s covered up like tha CIA cliqued with Satan / Knolege is Self, that’s tha way I been educated, my pen casts spells ‘n’ infers extrapolation…

I cause problems ‘n’ squash tha solid / liquid, Twisted / betwixt columns / I break peaceful twigs of solace grown from olives / you’ll leave wet like mollusks / let Knolege grow / I don’t sing like Hall ‘n’ Oates / scratch tha serial off tha toast / throw in tha towel versus my flow / scowl at those that oppose ‘n’ poke holes in their throat / doper than her-ion, tweak ‘n’ coke up both your noses with rubber hoses, my ruffneck flow chokes tha track ‘n’ disposes of it / you MCs got shit breath like porno fluffers after butt sex, y’all lick ass ‘n’ you know you love
it / you’re fuckin’ disgustin’, so I take tha mic ‘n’ shove it up your bunghole, smack your cheeks like a drumroll…

I leave MCs in splints, pick teams, you can’t repent, my intent is to ascend, I am tha God’s descent twice removed / tha brightest Christ is a Jew, combine tha leviathan ions of mathematic Science drafted as my shit / my 9 claps collaborative efforts attemptin’ to be slappin, I hold you captive ‘n’ burn you with a crack stem / I cause havoc ‘n’ prevent the arrival of the ambulance, that’s how we do it in Los Angeles / I’ll crack your cabbage like Hense did me in a whip in the mid ‘90s, I’m neo-classic like Hip Hop in tha mid ‘90s / fuck MCs, I battle rappers ‘n’ commercial vultures that breathe hellfire ‘n’ sulfur…