Twisted Science Cypherz

check tha rhyme, interrupt tha space-time continuum / revert that, reverse back to primordial ooze/ snoozin’ ‘n’ losin’, don’t fuck with Science crew kid, we give bruises ‘n’ contusions, by tha multiple, my tongue’s a scalpel, infallible, cut out your lung with tha palpable, way I speak, I show up with a fleet ‘n’ remove a weak MC / heed tha words of tha seasoned, I believe that Jesus was a Hasidic bulimic theorist who had all tha pieces / theologians wrote when I was to be born, they prophesized of my sworn ability to build with tha sword / I kill with tha sword, attach it to tha mic cord ‘n’ scores of rapper’s children become orphans / either that or tha God Science quarters them like horses, crashes ‘em like Porsches, or puts ‘em in a casket like corpses / those guys are more bitches than Mormon Latter-Day Saints / I heard they gaze at anime when they masturbate…

my rhapsodic compositions are iconic, call me tha 16 bar pontiff, my phonics lace philharmonics with ultrasonic thoughts that could be heard like my typewriter’s font, I drop tha gauntlet ‘n’ rape earsockets / I’m peers with Mephistopheles ‘n’ rock knockin’ tha LA metropolis ominous, you know my thought waves are prominent / when I get out tha pen I’m gonna date 1 of Obama’s kids ‘n’ probably rob tha bitch, old habits are hard to break / I blow trees on Arbor Day, I’m Ivy League, I do things tha Harvard way, change the artistry / there’s none as hard as me, keep your distance at least an arm’s length, I could tell you my life story ‘n play with your heartstrings / I keep 3 grams ‘n’ a Glock under a baby carseat, flocks gather round like Star Wars pt III / my voice is a snake charmer, involved in more dirt than gardeners, I grow like farmers ‘n’ only have harsh words…

I Twist Scientific arcane shit like Yale university archaic 33 ‘n’ a 3rd Degree Freemason initiations / flags is left half-mast when Knolege God slashes half-ass MCs with tongue lashes / extracted from tha palate ‘n’ splashes tha canvas ‘n’ leaves an acrid stench like shit on upper lips from tossed salad / malice is extended, extortion’s the intention, catch a rapper on tha fence like a gang affiliate / he’ll still get critically injured by tha impure thoughts that tha God spit point blank from tha verbal biscuit / a-tisket a-tasket, I’ll send you all to hell, make sure you bring tha handbasket, I spit tha clichés ‘n’ tha adages / get your Science accurate, I throw vocal flashbang handgrenades that rubberneck tha traffic / my pen is tappin’ more than loveless sex addicts’ public displays of they asses, I draft 16 with an asterisk…

chemistry centers me sinister, Science, tha wunderkind / suffix prefix, vanquish heathens defeated, reverse tha rap Jesus back to embryos ‘n’ fetus / back to when before Romulous killed Remus, I walk with tha populous ‘n’ teach them about tha false dominance of tha recessive / how do I address it? all you MCs wear frilly dresses from Frederick’s / I blow Phillies ‘n’ burn verses to tha Brownsville like a cigarette dipped in illie, in L. A. we call it sherm / immersed in verbal disturbances, I liberally spliff herb before, after ‘n’ during funerals services / all out of respect, fuck a conservative all up tha butt furious, hedonistic Epicurian, never subservient / tha words I serve stay bent, my vice is drinkin’ rum while playin’ gin with a Mexican ‘n’ a Guatamalan higher than hydraulics get...

5 ‘n’ dime MCs get eaten like heathens ‘n’ pork sausage, I hold tha mic hostage, ears get accosted/ palates salivate ‘n’ hearts palpitate wild; how I calculate thoughts in italics, brolic, I frolic with tha foulest / sippin’ Ballentine outta goblets, eatin’ chocolates from Valentine’s listenin’ to Guns ‘n’ Roses, “Sweet Child ‘O Mine” / yo, stay in line, stay advised, there’s no way to equate to mine, Science - tha man, tha myth, I’m legendary, make Death stay out tha cemetary / drifts I sniff gimme drips ‘n’ you MCs resemble chicks / what’s tha skinny? Milo 1, expunge thugs from cliques, ashes to ashes dust to dust ‘n’ guns expend clips / pensive, Kabbalick knowledge is needed for my sentence / caucus, Caucasoid, Caucasian rockin’ with tha so pekid tone / blow a bone rolled in a gold leaflet / to each his own, blow tha bone till it’s a roach ‘n’ then I eat it…

Twist goes to work wearin’ paisley decorated kerchiefs / declarated Science, Milo delegated to spray paint tha declaration 1st ‘n’ ask questions latest / emancipated from tha Caucasus Range to join tha modern-day enslavement / freedom reign’s as much as Satan ‘n’ the almighty Freemason pagan dollar make it / yo, take a sip off tha cup of death ‘n’ Science’ll shake your right hand while he stabs with tha left / Wyclef, hype vets reflect over Tchicevsky / verbal piece of art, my bars puree phrases like a Cuisinart / more spun than record LPs ‘n’ dopefiends arms in shootin’ galleries / check out my bloodstream / Hip Hop floods streets, my iron lungs keep weed in custody / my life is thuggish, I swipe white diamond cufflinks ‘n’ snatch silver chains / you ain’t no grimey criminal - you got too much BEAITCH in your veins…

signed ‘n’ dated, I travel thru time ‘n’ space shapeless / a rap atheist yo, I question all equations / grace me like Macie Gray ‘n’ Julio Iglesias / my ears pop, turn up tha stereo, Hip Hop the aerials with hatred / dig tha burial plot for rap / contact highs, I lace tha joint then I cremate tha track / serious, my peers fear me when I grip tha pen / my lyrics sparkle, your pussies gargle dick farcical shit / script tha cardinal article, atomic particles combine / low on feul, molecules, feudal servants feud with iron duels / unwind tha complex connections, ashes to ashes / splashin’ heat, buggin’ on beats is my affection / Jay-Z stole from GZA on Geffen / electrocution from my elocution, my text threatens from Tallahassee to Hemet / so hard I carve my name in set cement, I flip nonsense unless you truly listen / what Science brings is wicked like evil Wiccans / each specific steez I drift in piques the interest, interest peaks / me against peek-a-boo MCs is Shakespearean soliloquies towards Dr. Seuss simplicity / Twist, iller than syphillus ‘n’ AIDS mixed, my threats head direct to a solar plexus ‘n’ compound fracture ribcages / madd rich off of wages of sin payed direct to deposit / it’s a coup d’ tat when tha God spit discustin’ botched abortion shit / clips, Glocks ‘n’ four-nickels kicked when I shot Pac ‘n’ Big / I’ma die in tha studio like Dirt, high as fuck / rogue, all in loose-fitted black attire with a runny nose / I let tha hungry know if I go hungry nobodies’ gonna fuckin’ eat, otherwise it’s gravy on tha mashed pah-tatie / I want 2nds, pork chops salted with tha applesauce gauged to playoff what I ate, I clean plates / fabled in tha streets of Lost Angels, tha fake I disable ‘em / with mic cords, I strangle ‘em, finagle ‘em / isosceles, right degree angle ‘em, Dr. Mengele deranged fateful ‘em / Mansonite Sharon Tate ‘em / laid up, sabertooth serenades created when I talk fatal / cradle to tha fertile crescent, herbal essence / progressive, restive, I spit ‘n’ spear exits appear with no entrance / pensive thoughtworthy benedictions, verbal exhibitionism / MCs get smitten ‘n’ bit wearin’ turtlenecks to hide Science’s incisions / global turnin’, vocal sermons liturgic / doper than yola mix ‘n’ tha worst part is my bars is worse when tha hungry harvest / resentments starvin’, all these false femcees is carbon copies of each other / brother killin’ brothaz, verse supplement / ya heard Milo comin’, ‘n’ your bitch-ass tucked it in / tha proverbial fifth to your fuckin’ wig…

Hip Hop graffitti MCin coarses thru my circulatory torrid n I expose all you labia majoras / Science shines like 10 lit Menorahs, my sentence prior to invention is too pensive for a chorus / tha illest civilian, Twisted makes you ninjas cringe @ how I be killin it / w/ tha penny for every thought, by tha week I push billions n all yalls is weak, never discreet or effin’ Greek, sniffin rhymes by tha 16th, life aint nothin but grief, metronomes hold percussion to tha beat, dope rushes from my nose when I sneeze, deceive tha proceedin’ like as if I was tha White Jesus Christ, I treat tha heathens right / yo I stigmatize tha rhyme when Science rapes minds via tha Hip Hop I rip / my sonnets send cats to coffins / if they criminalized rap, I’d be doin’ life without parole / always holdin’ a pen in tha pen like Bob Dole / throw my goals ‘n’ aspirations down tha hole / I’m in prison, I no longer have goals, ya dig it? 8 digits 2 opposables, Twisted Science is oh so notable ‘n’ Milo’s oh so effin’ quotable, I hold rap’s attention with a fuckin’ chokehold / starvin’ ‘n’ I’m harborin’ resentent / if you don’t cook up right, get tha fuck out tha kitchen / Southern Cali, I’m indiginous, my masculinity emasculates ‘n’ validates my indemnity / tha most riveting, my Science Twisted, sift tha cut out tha dope / I like thick, strong, women like hemp stem rope yet regardless, I keep my facial features covered with a silk scarf / Knolege built like Kufu, keep your eyes on tha stars from where it started / ethereal parables, it’s hysterical, you say you a MC/HipHop herecy heretical, you can’t spit yo, you effin’ swallow it / bare in minded, Science reminds kids he’s the sickest White Kid since Ryan White / more vehemently verbally violent than Tyson who went to prison ‘n’ came back a 5%er, I bite ears yo / Milo 1 call me Cyrano ‘cuz I put serums in my nose / my charisma is my pheromones ‘n’ I got knots noddin’ like skinheads hittin’ Jerry Springer in tha head with a chair / big-booty bitch panty drawer-droppah, mention Hense again ‘n’ I’ll send ya right to see him, padnah / it’s like word up, get your verse up / twin burners spittin’ cursive / David Berkowitz with tha pen ‘n’ you need to stay covered like burkas / pay your alms like synagogues, mosques ‘n’ churches / chicken little, reverse tha verdict / I be tha perp with 730 tats on tha throat, rhymes float ‘n’ send foes to Heaven early / spliff herbs, lift 40s sittin’ on curbs, forget tha woes of Earth on deathbeds - would it of been better to been a stillbirth? fuck it, I sip tha Miller pilsner, still tha top biller, tha L.A. Yellow Jacket splashin’ poisonous drafts that’s hand-crafted fully automatic raps put you to rest like Ambien / let’s go back to tha Cambrian epoch / Hip Hop time travel, hit tha spot, i.v.s in hips ‘n’ coke in my snotty nose drips, yo check it / forever MCin’, love tha culture like wifey but use tha hoe like a bitch / you MC’s is lactose ‘n’ I feast ambrosia in tha pantheon / tha Hip Hop Rap Paragon / my mouth is arid ‘n’ I fly like cherubims on chariots with more wings than 17 seraphims / competition, I bury them with compositions that’s arrogant / I carry tracks like surrgates / you heretics get kicked with a pair of Timbs ‘n’ crumble like arranged Arab marriages / surprise attack your clique ‘n’ rush your barracks with swords swingin’ / on point / Bringin’ Down Society with my arms around Trinidadian ‘n’ Guyanese chickenheads / lettin’ off, in effect, like 16 Intertechs / when you see Twisted Science hit tha deck / tha Rap President-Elect / spittin’ verbal sex out / I’ve been Hip Hop Generation X’d out / I seen your bitch at a meth house, runnin’ a train to get a quarter-ounce / smoke it up, yo / fashionably punctual / Hip Hop ‘n’ Science had their nuptials in tha 80s / Twist pops you in tha snot box / you pussy MCs is cock blocked when verses rock out tha God’s Glock / Mylo’s benedictions heal commercialist’s sickness / I grew up listenin’ to Rae’s Purple Tape / swayin’ in tha purple haze, holdin’ an AK with tray 8s taped to both ankles / don’t label Science / I don’t snort rails, I snort hyphens / Los Angeles County makes tha mic spit / I make tha 9 spit like aroused vaginas / like Murda said, you might survive that 9 but you won’t survive tha four fifth / semi-automatic autographed lyrics pierce wigs / when you hear tha boom-bap you nod your noggen like you put China White up your nostrils / tha Hip Hop Apostle accosts you like a Kee Way to his own brother that’s a Damu / your momma mighta brought you in but I’ma take you out quick / I speak flame like Auschwitz / peep game - my name was mentioned twice in tha Talmud / when tha pen flips it leaves my trigger-finger with a callous / International Endowment for tha Artist / my razor sharp tongue slices rappers / after Milo’s verse splashes, their blood splatters on tha carpet / I ain’t your therapist so save that heartfelt catharsis for someone who gives a shit / Twist’ll be here after Revelation ‘n’ was here before tha Genesis / Numbers, Dueteronomy, Leviticus / when I die’s when I’ll let tha mic out my clenched fist / tha dumb, deaf ‘n’ blind let these rhymes fly over their wigs / cats get their shirts’ drenched by any verse I script…

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you MC’s is lactose ‘n’ I feast ambrosia in tha pantheon / tha Hip Hop Rap Paragon / my mouth is arid ‘n’ I fly like cherubims on chariots with more wings than 17 seraphims / competition, I bury them with compositions that’s arrogant / I carry tracks like surrgates / you heretics get kicked with a pair of Timbs ‘n’ crumble like arranged Arab marriages / surprise attack your clique ‘n’ rush your barracks with swords swingin’ / on point / Bringin’ Down Society with my arms around Trinidadian ‘n’ Guyanese chickenheads / lettin’ off, in effect, like 16 Intertechs / when you see Twisted Science hit tha deck / tha Rap President-Elect / spittin’ verbal sex out / I’ve been Hip Hop Generation X’d out / I seen your bitch at a meth house, runnin’ a train to get a quarter-ounce / smoke it up, yo / fashionably punctual / Hip Hop ‘n’ Science had their nuptials in tha 80s /

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gimme 16 bars, I raise hell like tha God R, this is Hip Hop, I trample sampled bass guitars / tha competition got commercial pop compositions that’s mythologic like gothics that’s skin-deep like pigment ‘n’ magazine rap critics is ignorant / my magazines hold 16 in tha clip, Science is wicked like an inverted pentagram on a pendant / Knolege ‘n’ wisdom come when you understand there was no Genesis so there can’t be an end to this / thoughts flow infinite, tha calm before the Olympian literary tempest, compounds of a chaotic order / my dual sword cuts lords by tha score, a superb orator, I leave courts adjourned / I snort till it burns / my sentences are prison terms, I leave MCs in urns via words, Science rhymes bright ‘n’ effects tha Bell Curve / I’m paler than helter-skelter, I’ve been in jail for 20 years youngster, respect ya elders…

as far as my mind designs, I spark highly enlightened divine rhymes that swipe like sharp swords, I change like credit cards ‘n’ vertebrae gets separated from heads like divorces / forests flourish in bloodstreams, blunts with green is Twisted in my genes ‘n’ it seems y’all can’t see tha metaphysical bling / I hump mics 16 bars at a time, press rewind to like, ’95 when MCs was liver, my saliva, y’alls’ pussy like Lady Godiva / ninjaz get tied up ‘n’ manhandled formed as a sacrifice with a pig’s blood pentagram ‘n lit candles / my literary shrapnel cancels MCs by tha boatload, you know where tha toast goes, on my back I carry tha globe / let’s compare notes, I use codes ‘n’ most of my proceeds go up my nose, net tha gross, I travel tha pantheon with ambrosia / thoughts fit for tha God’s to feast, I’m like Jesus Christ traded for CREAM by Judas Priest…

I attack scholastic with a 16 bar a day habit, thoughts is traumatic, I autograph a track with immense damage / I make pens vanish, spazzin’ spastic on tangents, everything I craft is slammin’ / with tha rough drafts I manage to establish, I keep tha lined tablet captive ‘n’ my rhymes always find their way into a cabbage / extravagant, I teach average savages with collaborative efforts kept tidy in tiny packages / Twisted’s mighty sheisty, I’ve authorized my mind to heist things like ice rings ‘n’ lives lived quite lavish / stabbin’ rap crabs with hash tags, y’all need to go back ‘n’ practice, I form XY chromosome ‘n’ XY axis with various geometric shapes, I take 1 of these lines ‘n’ I shank you in tha fuckin’ face / hemoglobins start gushin’ all over tha place ‘n’ any rapper you ever heard of is hella overrated / except Ghostface ‘n’ his clique, my hardcore shit comes like bars of war, with my sharp sword, I decapitate kids / I slap a atheist with Jewish axioms, my braggart ways tag my name in actual capitals / with a 12-9 TABE ‘n’ pure hatred draped on my shoulders, I spit in tha cipher with slang ‘n’ 50 dollar boulders / smash ‘em up ‘n’ roll ‘em up, snort tha speed out tha rectangle, lay down with tha chickenhead, have sex at flesh angles, I flex treach in Lost Angles with a brainful of painful experience, my life’s been a verbal Caesarian / higher than a cirrus, Science appears in a white garment, life is torment, that’s why I carry a sword…

I shine like tha 7 bright stars of Ursa Minor major, my verses are Heavenly bars, call me tha time rhyme enabler / tha brain excavator, to tha next plane I’m tha God elevated on a diamond dais with an accelerated level of hatred for Satanic patients / I’m a patron of the arts yo, carve my name on your arms ‘n’ faces / tha glitterati will suffer torment, thought is dormant, check tha sharp literati sword spit / recorded on a lined pad with a pen, your mediocre rap is a sin, I ogre tracks with a voiceprint / my half-attractive Anglo-Saxon ass makes tramps’ nether regions moisten, prepare for coitus ‘n’ lemme hoist it in their void boisterous / exploit tha pen, this is rap, I kidnap lyricists like Paris did Helen of Troy kid / hellbent relics with poignance, I’m hellsent, yet hell does not exist, gimme tha mic, you can’t avoid it / philosophically I’m a phonic atrocity, a drama king / my consonants physiologically travel tha continents with vowels as their criminal accomplices, my rap dominance is obvious with these slappin’ sonnets / I doctor Hip Hop’s content with verbal opulence that leaves octaves in coffins, when I spit it smells like almonds / Science is like Einstein wiped with cyanide armed with an iron 9 firin’ rhymes at your garments…

garbed in celestial garments that’re Heavenly, MCs is petty parttimers with no pedigree / my 3rd eye’s open, blowin’ weed on sofas, throwin’ poems just to keep my blood flowin’ / snortin’ methadone off a Hacksaw Jim Duggin poster / Milo totes twin 40 calibers just to show who goes 1st/ my vocals is loaded foul / when I’ve spoken tha verbotin, you witness Milo’s illness from Southern Cal / Twist’s quite prolific ‘n’ malignant with a terminal sentence / you ain’t sayin’ shit ‘cuz I cut your tongue out / rap’s like gun bouts / I joust rappers with answers to questions that they never asked about / you MCs wear short revealing skirts, thongs ‘n’ a blouse / I swipe your purse wearin’ my kerchief then go hide at tha crack house / I’m flame like tha ovens at Auschwitz-Birkenau / you covet what’s indoctrinated in my rap covenant / my Hip Hop axe cuts wigs in half as my syntax grabs every last synapse / transfixed on gafflin’ you wack savages’ neurotransmitters ’n’ implantin’ microchips in your cabbages / abusin’ mics like nose candy with tha sniffles / MCs’ wack styles are brittle ‘n’ pitiful, typical ‘n’ identical / I spit a few ‘n’ ear sockets are hijacked / fear tha God when he rhymes thunderclap shit / I spend half clips outta twin gats at backs of tha blasphemous / my thoughts pierce flak jackets like hollow points with cyanide in it / Science mixes stress with crack ‘n’ releases mental stress when he hits it / ink lays to rest between lined sheets where he scripts limmricks / Genesis, Leviticus, praise tha God when his pen spits reptilian / I send fleshes back to tha essence / Techs kill, soldiers move on tha chessboard / my vocal chords turn scores of assorted subordinates into corpses / they shoulda forfeited fast / sport a fitted with Timbs ‘n’ I got short porn bitches with ass / pens is forced to scorch hardcore / my bars was forged double-edged ‘n’ I scuffle with those who got rebuttles / my score is all 10s / it’s tha Last Days of Time / last night I supped with true friends ‘n’ broke bread with Jesus Christ / I embody deep rhymes that eat mics raw, designed to cause 9 planets to align after I talk garrulous / I put flares in clips so I could see you at night when I make tha mic spit / I’m a rap terrorist / I’ll hold Paris Hilton hostage, accost tha bodyguard who’s an off-duty cop ‘n’ splash him with tha Glock I got out his pocket / my quill spills content that leaves Hip Hop novices astonished…

carry your weight right, after hearin’ mine, Hebrews believe in Christ / MC Emannuel foretold by Daniel with tha lions / a Hip Hop fanatic, I make tha mic quit / lyrics tragic like life is / I retire amplifiers / a verbal sniper, herb buyer / ciphers is tabernacles of rhymers inspired by snortin’ white lines / informed like well-read lifers / I’ma revitalize tha corpses of rap ‘n’ Hip Hop without a chorus / I agitate tracks like oral intercourse with a cli-tor-is / Hip Hop purist lyricism is dormant / rap is filled with an inordinant amount of ordinary subordinants / now I will torridly torture them…

I’m tha God on a thin line between love ‘n’ hate relations / positivity stays emaciated / so my poems propose a deep malaise in my down trodden ways / grovelin’ with thoughts dark like stones of onyx ‘n’ obsidian / follow my delineage direct from Solomon ‘n’ King David / I grace eras ‘n’ generations / tryin’ to stay bent from a.m. throughout tha post-meridiem duration / dual millennium, I could out spit any of today’s rap entertainers / sentences stay multi-layered, gully, I’m fully tasteless like communion wafers / euphemisms ‘n’ homonyms is therapeutic, cue tha clips to burn tha paper, I roll with mules ‘n’ 40 acres…

embraced Fate / what I narrate is serrated, very voracious, drawn sabers reshape faces with dual blades / duel of iron mics, sharpen ya science right / write a book in tha den of lions then have your last sup with Christ / my rhymes is Tech 9s with bayonettes / my body is tha bread ‘n’ my blood is tha wine / eat, drink ‘n’ be merry as it’s tha Last Day of Times, crime pays in madd ways but then you gotta go ‘n’ do tha time / refine tha mind with books studied over time, tha wisdom of tha wise is my 3rd eye that looks twice / I rise outta tha quagmire cunning like secure societies hiding in high society, I shine with high beams…

I got 24 carat lyrics, bent like pints of hundred proof spirits / I spit, you carry mics just for appearances / tha left ‘n’ right hemispheres of my mind combine logic ‘n’ creativity / we can all get along if you all agree with me / I date Nubian Queens named Ruby while you date he-shes called Kiki that crave balls ‘n’ pee-pees / in tha bing, wife’s name is Fifi / usin’ trees with ink, either Black or White fat butt cheeks that’s chunky with eyes Asiatic like tha Chinese, 5 days a week she do pilates to keep a flat tummy / I grab a bitch’s ponytail when I’m fuckin’, keepin’ time with tha syncopathic percussion…

I finalize rap transactions while you idolize tha wack shit / commercial factions / gorge tha Hip Hop rations / activate Milo’s attractive nuances that bag tha pen ‘n’ pad / packed cartridges splash cats’ noggins while I hold tha mic hostage in its own cottage ‘n’ I give it several bloodclots / fuck you ‘n’ fuck cops whether not they spotted tha God involved in criminal activity / it’s tha ill in me that orchestrates mass murderous activity / I got a duffle bag of clips each with 16 ready to be spit / my ammunition puts holes in MCs like Swiss / I break quarter pieces off bricks…

I’m so immaculate, my concepts puzzle, I’m from Los Angeles, my thoughts is raw dog yo, they keep my brain muzzled / 16 bars attack skilled, I splash cats blood red / Excalibur sword metaphors forged cut off a thug’s head / shit gets deep like butt sex, locked in tha bing / all I think is nothing but sex yo / my Hip Hop clips jaws, tha God metaphysical grips tha hedonistic self-pleasure analytical / sapphire irises attract all, even tha he-shes, you know tha ones with tha breastes ‘n’ tha wee-wees / I’d rather skeet-skeet all up in tha Fi-Fis ‘cuz Milo don’t switch or cover his dick with another man’s feces / on commercialists I defacate, tha verbalist Science creates ‘n’ rests on tha 7th day / actin’ savage like David Berkowitz / air-to-surface words I spit, I decorate tha verses with savvy subversiveness…

I like bitter black coffee sweet, call me Captain CREAM / hap-hazardly hazardous, tha Rap Lazarus slashes tracks in half with 16s / you versus these chapters is rap blaspheme, my Hip Hop’s like 6 drinks on empty stomachs / fully funded, prison scholar, my pen is dollars / bullets pull me back to cops ‘n’ robbers, lace tha grass / attack pretty faces like hungry wolf packs, smash cats’ cabbages removin’ brainstems intact in tha skull with tha vertebrate attached / cervicals to lumbars, obscure incisions, tha purist fervor, Twisted tha Sentence Server / verbal muralist hurler, Milo’s trifle ‘n’ quite fervent / I firmamented every world, sun, star ‘n’ Earth / SFV, where Science lurk, Milo One, BDS, tha crew that sum what I fuckin do defiant / saw Christ once ‘cuzza Hence, now I flip rhyme with crime ‘n’ caught my cumupance, higher than high ‘n’ what I devise you covet…

tha God brands his name on tha mentally flawed brains of verbally soft lambs, she feels pain ‘n’ pleasure from tha girth of my gland insertion / scan rap deeper than tha surface, captivate a Hip Hop purist / acclimate to God accurate, put some gauze on tha bloody manuscript that attacks you crab pacifists / when I spit I slit your hand ‘n’ wrist, your entire rhyme style’s anti-climactic like Tampax strings or flat asses in tight pants / tha flyest with aerodynamic rhymin’ it’s Science whose mind’s heistin’ what you drivin’ at which is wackness / gravitate to how I attack you like Montagues to Capulets, tha God’s jewels is friggin’ fabulous…

set tha tone with aggressive poems, this magma flow burns magna cum laude, keep your dome covered like Saudis / from Calgary to Southern Cali, I smother rappers trife with rhyme ‘n’ send ‘em to the afterlife / my tracks is chapters that’s canonized with more passion than Christ agonized by His lust for Mary Magdalene / dust to ashes, my spherical imperial verse slashes materialist half-wits, you rap like you’re on your menstrual period / your lyrics leave me laughin’ cuz you’re serious about that wack shit you be spittin’ / I’m tha catalyst of universes collapsin’ like humans ‘n’ untreated brain aneurisms / Scientific, tha living myth whose expletives exodus into your mentis ‘n’ erase your rampant ignorance, / collide with God Cipher Divine, I’ll knock you off the astral plane, take your capital gains ‘n’ fire salvos that put you in a shallow grave / tha last thing seen by you lames is my pallid face, my voice gets a broad moist in her vaginal membrane / I coin phrases that exploit tha game point blank, my points is ancient so note that tha point is well taken / all across tha nation, tha Gods stay in constant elevation / your untruths is miseducated, my felt tip puts my emblem on your face kid…

I can see thru your hollow rap like Pac performed as a hologram / I hollah flam’ after I ram each nostril w/ a gram of potent central nervous system stimulant / my poems stab crabs, cut off her clitoris / I fuck up pituitary glands like diabetes insipidus / insipid MCs get they heads split when I spit n sent to Heaven quick / Heaven to mergatroid, I’m poised to attack negative / forge tha ballot for Obama, I’m tha 207th Electorate / heavy dosage, what I invoke is rap medicine bitter tastin’ / never sugar-coat tha truth, what I invoke, y’all need to be spoon fed 1 verse @ a time as Milo serve the inorbitant bid for tha crime committed / I wear a thorned crown that’s loose fitted / troops in rap battalions, stay on edge ‘cuz who’s kiddin? Y’all ain’t no MCs / you all gon’ officially retire just like Hense be…

victimize ninjas’ cliques with lines / my sword’s a pen that cuts off MCs even before they spit a rhyme / laborious God like Horus squared on 4 corners / chase you back past the essence with alpha-numeric lessons / fuck a vest, I’ll subject you to true aggression ‘n’ choke you with your own intestines / this is MCin’, exit wounds is left with no entrance so fuck good intentions / Science’s wrath of mathematical equations flow grammatically / classical Shakespearean menageries of prose, my rap playbill’s hate-filled, in tha cipher you’ll get Fate killed ‘cuz next to Twist, ya TABE is like, nil/ plus I heard you work for Jake, come up short on your verse like Herve Villechaiz / all hollerin’ out, “da plane, boss” / negatively positive you tryin’ to be a pop sensation like Nicki Minaj ‘n’ Drake, Rick Ross ‘n’ Lil Wayne / pause, cut off your gay-ass faux-hawk ‘n’ take that ink off ya face…

this verse is tragic like miscarriages ‘n’ single moms havin’ full term stillbirths / yo - I got as many 8 balls as poolhall billiards experts / I’m like Christian virgin bitches with bloody pussies learnin’ that sex hurts / when I spit, conditioned hoes’ clits quiver / incert a clip in my pen, these written excerpts are sins delivered / your mind’s large yet mines is bigger / practice is preached / see me on “COPS” blastin’ crack g-packs on your plasma screen / last week I was with a strawberry, bitch was wearing big pink panties / she discarded her garments ‘n’ had bullet scars on her dark ass cheeks, shorty was 5’3”, petite with massive mountainous mammories / I shoved my shit in her missionary, she put her legs around me / I pounded 5 minutes in her, then sat down with her back to me, bent her over, pulled out my meat ‘n’ skeeted on her ass cheeks…

euphoric Hip Hop shit sparks when my dark sword is swiped / free thoughts metamorphasize to speech that scorches light / my rap vision ignores your type, premonitions arise within my mind to go back to prehistoric times / I stay away from you like Hebrews ‘n’ Islamic dudes who don’t eat pork rinds / these rhymes prescribe to authority escorts / left to right, I’m blest with thoughts that leave my flesh ‘n’ soar tha skies high as a baritone’s voice when he sports ballet tights / I court exquisite dimes that’re allured by tha pheromones excreted from my 3rd eye / wisdom is tha wise / I light tha ism in tha peace pipe / I fiend mics ‘n’ my penis secretes ill rhymes that impregnate thoughts inside tha minds of tha enlightened / truth be told, fuck you all like Osiris ‘n’ Horus did to Isis / learn your spiritual sciences ‘n’ don’t get caught puttin’ drugs up in your sinuses…

air-to-surface, I attack rap with cherished verses / still skippin’ guilty verdicts for swipin’ purses / I spit rhymes that wear kerchiefs / tha size of my diction scares mic virgins / tha spices of life, it fits perfect / minds need butterfly stitches after they heard this / my pen takes lined paper ‘n’ hurts it, thoughts firmament universes, tha most learn-ed, who purchases herb ‘n’ violates his parole terms / call me tha Cipher Scolder, who crushes boulders ‘n’ snuffs ‘em off posters with a buxom big buttocks bitch who’s cultured ‘n’ don’t mind me bein’ vulgar / tha bulge in my trousers arouses her loins for coitus…

caged in, my rage ‘n’ hatred drapes tha physical plane / my pen intimidates tha timid fake when my rhymes insinuate you gay, kid / lookin’ kabukio, rush in your studio like Pac, you’ll get shot ‘n’ robbed, truth be told / I grope hoes by tha droves, thick bitches in mink coats / gloat for what I wrote is quoted by you pussies, La Maz coach shit / a thousand volts toted, amplifier maximizer / toast splash at you chain flashers / snatch it off your broke ass / poetic flowin’ spaz, in tha cipher I slap wit with a closed fist / baking soda’s always on tha grocery list / ghosts chase my soul across tha globe laborious for all tha bones I clipped / this rap’s grown folk shit so stay at home kid…

I got irreconcilable differences with tha rap scene ‘n’ I got tha vaccine wrapped up in lavish tapestries / no amnesty’s permitted, this is Hell’s Kitchen / I cook rap up, fuck ketchup / I stick my dick up in it slatherin’, authorin’ sovereign verse that stabs tha track ‘n’ I stain tha mattress through tha satin / packin’ 16 raspsy voiced, paint tha canvas with these big boy toys / blastin’ off tha scale with visionary manuscripts of lyrical fishcale sales / iron statements emblazoned in Braille, save your whale tales / thoughts faster than electronic mail, subconscious neurotransmissions stay transfixed on what my hand’s written…

my vendetta’s to spit my nine Beretta at vics, grab their fettacini then split in my grey Jetta, I never leave fingerprints / a vicious savage that travels across tha vast lands of Los Angeles with his hand upon a gat clappin’ / my fisticuffs say “fuck peace” like Crips ‘n’ Bloods / tha rhyme pugilist with a short fuse, that’s why tha dude always trips / always lit, smoke a spliff, sip a brew with a dude that’s always snortin’ shit / robbin’ tourists wearin’ my colored kerchief coverin’ my pale epidermis, shots is fired ‘n’ tha Earth stops turnin’ / go to tha church service ‘n’ stick up every last person then go downstairs ‘n’ plant 50 hand grenades in tha furnace…

my consonants ‘n’ nouns are synonymous with travelin’ round tha 7 continents / these sonnets have tha sound of tha consciousness of 7 pontiffs ‘n’ dali lamas tattooed with ankhs ‘n’ crosses / I got less conscience than Pontius did / tha God drops homonyms to start cultures like Hip Hop in tha South Bronx ‘n’ shit / every time I spit verse it’s like Milo vomited ominous so you might as well take a box cutter to your wrist / this sophisticated vocab is like radioactive X-Rays to your gonads, broham / I roam Roman lands chokin’ newborn goats ‘n’ lambs with pentagrams carved on both hands with rhymes sharper than tha horns of rams / amplified samples through vacuum tubes / my stankin’ ass is aesthetic ‘n’ photogenic / spittin’ these verbal calisthenics / I’m tha Majestic Lyric Gymnast / reminisce to before Twisted’s wig split / these lyrics intoxicate / this info’ll innoculate with all tha talk it takes / all you do is talk fake shit / I’ll stain your brain ‘n’ snatch your oxidated chain with this refrain / check these stanzas / wearin’ a bandana to hide my face like tha Opera Phantom / I’ll rob you chantin’ my rap anthem ‘n’ clap you with a Mac-10 / I start fads ‘n’ trends ‘n’ then break ‘em / Science verses is like dragons on foil folded with flame under ‘em, you chase ‘em ‘n’ inhale ‘em like Salems dipped in illie / or indo Twisted around Phillies / I drink Olde English till it kills me with cirrohsis of tha throat / yo, what God emotes ‘n’ inundates all tha fake emulate / ya better watch your carbohydrate intake ‘cuz my innate qualities shake tha shook like they just got raped / dig in tha crates / you femcees all sound like Justin Timberfake / I leave brains enflamed / yo, I reign when I blaze ‘n’ shine bright like tha Guiding Light of Luciferic Doctrines / my dogma’s on some Knolege shit / I talk to God, I know when the Apocalypse is ment to pop ‘n’ shit / index ‘n’ middle fingers through your esophagus as your hand holds your crucifix close / murder I wrote / Hands Across America, hands across your throat / God got jokes, but he ain’t kiddin’ about your death / it ain’t a jest when your ex-skeleton is covered with your ex-flesh / text messages sent back from tha essence / neck prints is left on my fingers from when Science stifles your entire rap style ‘n’ defiles your memory / I’m bringin’ lyrics back to rap so stick with me / tha Rap Judge, Jury ‘n’ Executioner who takes no pleas / wait till you get a load of me, loadin’ up six clips with cyanide laced hollow-tip shits, able to pierce cinder blocks ‘n’ bricks / my Glock’ll bring you closer to Death’s grip / spot your knot only a quarter-inch away from where tha paint chipped / spit 64 bars that’s brazen just for maintenance / Nas was right - Hip Hop is dead ‘cuz I murdered it / me on tha mic is like Kool Herc mixed with David Berkowitz / tha Son of Sam with Son of Man on the surfaces / so arrogant, I was kicked out of Heaven with a third of it / Anthony Perkins mercilous / involved in neural burglaries / usurpin’ tha mic like Poland did Germany / walk in your ICU room infirmiry / put arsenic in your I.V. ‘n’ watch you die slowly / call me tha semon inside your wife’s ovaries / Milo’s got flix of her on tha Blest Coast with me / upside-down pentagrams with goats / killin’ MCs when I gloat ’n’ drinkin’ blood like mosquitos…

my ill rough drafts bust raps over Wu-Tang throwbacks, inject the instrumental / 730 blood rush, get sent to Heaven early on tha cusp of ingeniousness, skip tha sausage parties with all penises / I breathe flame ‘n’ eat dames ‘n’ aleve tha pain of existence / all you gotta do babygirl’s lemme kiss it/ twisted Scientific, spittin’ well off tha scripted, hell’s a fabrication of ignorant Christians / I’m a dissident, been to Patmos ‘n’ had visions of tha God in tha chrysalis, I don’t pop bottles, I pop clips/ save all that pop shit / my 3rd optic sees thru solid insolubles with tha voluble characteristic if garrulousness / my razor sharp thoughts shave brains of derelicts ‘n’ nitwits / serve a full percentage of my prison sentence for in-house violations, like Christ, I’ll get stoned for my statements…

they tried me for lyrical war crimes, tha lord of time, tha lines I enscribe’ll circumsize your clit-oris rhymes / advise tha chorus to hide from my violent mind, my grime is gritty, Science is biased hardcore / my pen bleeds double-edge bars that’s sharp as swords, I stab MCs that’s fake like orgasms from broads in pornographic flicks, I’m a conundrum like tha reasoning of an average bitch/ my flow is for volumes, there’s many chapters to my pamphlets, my thoughts is Kabbalah food, your banal shit gets smashed quick / the enigmatic God Twist flips his glasses off ‘n snatches your broad ‘n’ leaves her ass with my handprints / I split cabbages with tangential aneurisms, humanoid pantheism, my ominous moniker’s scripted canonized on monoliths / I plot to spit true Hip Hop till my heart starts to kick in irregular formations / blood cell circulation’s detained, hate was at tha coronation of my brain / my Blunted Stanzas ‘n’ couplets span from tha prefix to tha suffix, from the essence you see me comin’ armed to tha hilt with bars that kill, Gods we build to destroy tha weak-minded, fleets of rhymes defeat you vaginal MCs / indeed I impede every creed, tha mic ‘n’ me are hyper than IVs with 95 CCs of methamphetamine in it / impeccably, Twisted makes phonetic refugees outta the ignorant / who’re dumb ‘n’ blind to tha righteousness of my prolific sentences written on death certificates…

I complement Hip Hop every time tha pen drop / I keep tha mic cocked / ready or not, I author novels that rob every member of tha audience with a monotone pattern of speech / rappers scatter after I speak / I’m unobtainable, always horney hearin’ trains ‘cuz I lace tha bowl to celebrate my hetero stance / fuck Federal charges, I’m headin’ to Sonora Mexico / I’m mentally ill, I don’t take my Depakote / in fact, it’s this rap shit that sustains my chemical imbalances / stoic flowin’ grows explosive / I drink Olde English outta golden chalices / thoughts wild out like snortin’ a teener up your snout…

post-script, my flow rips a track to bits with ill grammatical manifestations ‘n’ graphic displays of self-deprecation / hell is what you make it / my mental Pentium processes dope bindles in tha 2000 millennium / iller than Hirohito, Adolf ‘n’ Benito Mussolini, half-way crook MCs try to read me like a book / I hang you from a iron hook ‘n’ put electrical wires on your nipples ‘n’ electrify you till you’re pushed, past tha point / I’ll stab you with my voice ‘n’ suckle ya blood like arachnoids, splashin’ I’ll make ya ass moist / like chickenheads on beaches in St. Croix, Lloyd’s of London booties ill gotten gainfully employed…

I dictate composites yo, you ain’t no MC so stop it / draw your weaponry, semiautos bang ‘n’ cats end up in penitentiaries / vics come outta comatose states / I’m into strongarm verbal robberies / how much can I take? ropes ‘n’ fat ‘80s chains fill up my pockets / I’ll put a Glock in your face ‘n’ off comes your face / you feel your life dissipate outta you ‘n’ Death’s embrace / I threaten tha passers-by with a “stick ‘em up” ‘n’ 3 fly furious / easily I lick ‘em up like dyke passion / welcome to Los Angeles ‘n’ I break their disposable cameras…

I’ll lop off both your arms ‘n’ start laughin’ / my paragraphs are graphic like havin’ blood splatter after my vocabulary stabs kids in tha cabbage on tha Sabbath / better than tha average MC, spazzin’ / I make pens bleed, I never drink Jim Beam, I like vodka or Bacardi as my hard drink / I keep Glocks ‘n’ coke rocks under tha front carseat / I smoke crack with dark-skinned tarts that wanna be treated like Black Queens / I switch savage ‘n’ slap ‘em on their fat asses while I stab pussies smokin’ more crack mixed with a teener of speed / guts, thoraxes ‘n’ spleens get touched / I’m after glory on tha orgy scene…

I got 24 carat lyrics, bent like pints of hundred proof spirits / I spit, you carry mics just for appearances / tha left ‘n’ right hemispheres of my mind combine logic ‘n’ creativity / we can all get along if you all agree with me / I date Nubian Queens named Ruby while you date he-shes called Kiki that crave balls ‘n’ pee-pees / in tha bing, wife’s name is Fifi / usin’ trees with ink, either Black or White fat butt cheeks that’s chunky with eyes Asiatic like tha Chinese, 5 days a week she do pilates to keep a flat tummy / I grab a bitch’s ponytail when I’m fuckin’, keepin’ time with tha syncopathic percussion…

arrogance flairs when I prepare, I speak careless / MCs get verbally impaired ‘n’ placed in wheelchairs / I fry minds with excessive peyote rhymes / parole denied, I’m demonized by tha Christian Right / yo God, I throw my dogs up ‘n’ I’m deified in Spirit / I battled Christ, spit a rhyme ‘n’ His chin needed butterfly stitches / next in tha cipher was Satan / I interrogated with fluent pagan shit / I accused him, like Nike Swooshes he swept away / I proved he was a bitch, so I’ll dedicate this to him ‘n’ his womb’ll kick / walk towards tha Light, I’ll never switch / Berreta, et cettra / gimme tha mic, you sound funny with your speech impediment…