Twisted Science Cypherz

[Twisted Science]

holy ‘n’ gracious when tha bass kicks over my cadence, I stay safe on Stairways to Heaven’s Gate/ your threats is fake like Ignatius ‘n’ tha Jesuits’ faith, escape from tha Jakes with what I embrace/ verbose tirades parade irate from tha nickel-plate/ intimidate tha mic ‘n’ dare I say, rape the airwaves with forcible hate rhymes that’ll spray heavy like 80 AKs/ I stay underground stuck in tha bing still with a bevy of dames that wanna bed me/ retroactive, take it back to tha ‘90s like we at raves with tha techno/ fuck that, this is Hip Hop, my Berreta 9 rap cock blocks any crab, so keep your Glock cocked/ bound to splash pop sensations for fuckin’ with this God Body Caucasian…

[Twisted Science]

tha hierarchy of my steez gets you higher than tha pope’s archdiocese ‘n’ Jesus/ I plead tha 5th, tha creed of Science leaves tha mic bleedin’, my rhymes drive Dionysus to start drinkin’/ tha rap Archimedes teaches heathens like Grecians in ancient Egypt/ mathematical thesis, deem this as God speakin’, royal diadems get wasted like miscarried fetuses/ clarity’s crystalline, methamphetamine comes out in my sneezes/ my 16s kill brothaz like Romulus did Remus ‘n’ Pontius Pilate did to Jesus/ I’m dominant over weak cliques, complete the mission with sentences ominous from tha Genesis to tha Revelation/ 2 witnesses, eat kosher such as Leviticus, fluent in my Old Testament/ my new shit is Septuagint credulous, cemented in tha double helix pattern/ vehement ‘n’ adamant, beatify my raps per capita, I astral travel like Battlestar Galactica/ in tha back of a slammed magenta Acura with bulletproof windows wearin’ a vest under my winter coat/ nose is frozen like 10 below ‘n’, I don’t blink when tha tech’s blowin’…

[Twisted Science]

tha witticism God emits are well-fitted like Timberland kicks, I exhaled ‘n’ tha universe existed/ fuse tha words I christen like vaginal canals, chastity belts ‘n’ medieval British Christians/ I take pictures of rivulets drippin’ outta said labia majoras, put my babies in some bitches from behind ‘em/ name my daughter Gloria Steinem, ‘n’ teach her the equalities of God Science/ cause of tha rhyme is Yahweh on high, hallelujah, after my 16s they gotta put gauze on tha mic ‘n’ I’m doper than Pyrex ‘n’ smokers with freshly cooked dimes who jooksed tha CREAM/ booklets get authored by me like Moses, smokin’ cocaine roaches, above tha clouds I stay floatin’/ travel battlefields on a wooden horse built by Trojans, I baffle those that’s slow-witted/ acclaimed by critics cuz I emblazon the mark of my name on idiots, Twisted is, has ‘n’ always will be infinite/ simpletons, my Pendleton’s ‘n’ khakis look ill ‘n’ remain vintage…

[Twisted Science]

my razor sharp apex text is flexed, I place threats in heads ‘n’ represent L.A. like Mexican gangsters wearin’ hairnets in the ‘80s, crack cocaine hit through straight shooters boosts me crazy/ spit like Uzis at you rap floozies, aviator glasses with champagne lenses, I stack juries with rap purity crafted perfectly, my drafts last for eternity, I send MCS back to tha nursery/ perverted verses by tha learn-ed Patty Hearst-type linguist Twist is turgid like a penis/ blue tipped rounds lace 2 clips linked together like Cubans, I make entire crews piss in their skinny jeans/ tha paint chips from tha nickel-gleam 4-5th to love, I’m tha top seed/ my Hip Hop pops 16s at pop teams, blogs grieve ‘n’ bereave at tha thought of me…

[Twisted Science]

I’m rhythmic with tha meters, a chemist with Pyrex beaker-type thought flamin’ with rocks I’m aimin’/ to bring tha Gods to rap’s Canaan, Blacks ’n’ Asians, Latins ‘n’ Caucasians, I dampen panties when bitches view pictures with my face in it/ cue my hubris composite, competition is lost, without my composition/ from Laughlin Nevada to Flint Michigan, I slaughter rap oxen in tha name of Yahweh/ only thing I like regarding Kanye’s his thick-ass wife, complicate when my rhyme consummates tha track/ foul, my 4 pound conjugates tha vowel, prophesize profits’ll fly out my jowls/ dimes wipe my seed off the outside of their mouths ‘n’ when I bust I growl/ like coyotes, whining ‘n’ moaning, iron at my side puts MCs in wheelchairs like they was Ironside…

[Twisted Science]

these axiomatic tactics I have is quite lavish, perhaps it’s all this brain damage that acts as a freakin’ magnet/ my magneto ego’s got a phat superego, I got more moves than aikido/ underground Jedi Mind Tricks Loot Pack Freddie Foxxx Kool Keith, tha jewels I speak is 12 ‘n’ then some/ my pen vents slummy, I flip bubble butted snow bunnies over, strawberry blondes from Nova Scotia ‘n’ Saskatchewan Canada, Croati-ia ‘n’ Bosnia, tha Ukraine ‘n’ Albania/ my Germanic traits don’t equate to my Positive Energy Activated Constantly Elevated thoughtwaves/ what tha God say’s similar to facials impacted from point blank Glocks sprayed/ my voice is nickel-plated, came as goy but I changed it, shove swords in tha gut of Satan ‘n’ deez nuts in your butt salacious…

[Twisted Science]

insert tha dual-edge sword, this verse is verbal intercourse, check tha rhythm method my system blesses by way of hot beef injections/ babies is born with TS emblems on they fleshes, intuitive with inborn aggression expressed with lasting impressions/ my thoughts is pestilence to tha knave, I dig graves to raze questions/ hard to digest the epic epidemic known as purist Hip Hop that nourishes the inner God, I pen courage fervent/ tha way I word shit spurts like nickel-gleams at rival teams whose dreams lead back to triple-beams/ crack bagged by tha half-gram rewires mental circuity, tha temple is tha God Body/ Science, the official ar-tical that makes broads have hard nipples ‘n’ quiver with clitoral tickles, these epistles is visual/ I castrate brains subliminal with my hand grabbin’ my genitals, before I bust my shit tickles/ brain damage residuals don’t prevent Science from criminal minded actions that leave tha whole rap game in traction/ elevated past an ignorant savage, I’m difficult to understand like Chinese mathematic fractions/ tha brashest when tha tablet’s brandished, lividly I attack those who’s livin’ lavish/ you flash grands, your ass’ll get gashed, I keep 10 grams ‘n’ an automatic under tha mattress/ talkin’ graphics cuz I’m quick to draw ‘n’ start splashin’ bars, put tha Mac’s tip quick to a cat’s wig/ ovations begin, DA cases get dismissed, Milo’s stir craziest regardless of a decade of incarceration/ open tha flap of skin on my brain ‘n’ carve my name on my cranium so no one else’ll be takin’ it/ my paleface stays tha pastiest, my deoxyribonucleic arrangement praises Yahweh with amazement/ to tha Rap Promise Land of Canaan, I came forth from tha mental plane to raise tha consciousness of pagans/ my name was placed in ancient pages ‘n’ praised by shaman, my Knolege God Wisdom is contagious…

[Twisted Science]

scope tha scene thru hosiery, my potency breaks thru Trojans made from clay, nobody’s as old as me/ run a clique up shit creek, call this a rap colonostomy, I decline Polish sausage be it September or February/ what I spit is crafted for Hip Hop dignitaries, slip a 16th of meth up a berry’s asscheeks/ dirty rats like Jimmy Cagney, 730 rap is slappin’ ‘n’ holdin’ mental captives/ empty coke bindles switch the Earth’s axis ‘n’ swindle fat outta bitches’ asses like gastric bypasses/ xacto knife Wrath of tha Rap Titan, drafted attractive like my sky blue iris/ profiteerin’ you pirates via Science, rum ’n’ meth, tha blindest is dumb ‘n’ deaf, spread a virus flippin’ somersaults/ show up to wedding receptions, wifey got tha clips I got the Intertechs…

[Twisted Science]

tha beat kicks, I read shit tight like drawstrings ‘n’ cross breeds like Caesar ‘n’ Cleopatra’s offspring/ tha Science Knolege brings is highest echelon, tha true Rap Geezus Khryst is tha messianic God of Hip Hop once propheted, carryin’ bundles ‘n’ oxes bumpin’ tha Lox, Wu-Tang ‘n’ Onyx/ fangs is sharper than a school of carnivorous piranhas, mellifluous cacophonies is my accomplice/ I got words like Oxford’s or English lit at Harvard, Twisted stays starvin’ sendin’ darts thru ninjaz’ parkas/ rule with an iron fist like a czar does, I’m paramount, you’re just part buzzed…

[Twisted Science]

stay connected with my name etched in, the exodus of the aggressive destined to last past tha fleshes/ beyond the understandin’ of high IQ points, my graphic haikus drive you to buy 2 of the Annoynted Rap Khryst joints I’m peddlin’, you shoulda known not to mettle in what I’m vested in/ exceptional MCin’, you better be protective vested cuz Science words split thru your solar plexus/ heart colder than Freon beyond polar icecaps, catch my rhymes like Deion Sanders/ I answer questions never asked ‘n’ I leave vagges damper than Jacuzzis, I splash crabs with vocal Uzis/ spazzin’ like scat jazz lucidly, arrange a track like Burt Bacharach/ my furtive sermons is fervent ‘n’ found on Google searches assertive/ leave a tweaker wordless, I’ll fool a Christian into buyin’ Shrouds Of Turin, fisticuffs is roused once factoids is determined/ a staunch Hip Hop purist like West Germans, you can’t deter this/ those allergic still purchase it from tha God merchant, verbalist merchandise coerces cats to get in tha Suburban strapped/ lurkin’ ‘n’ start clappin’ at cats that just came out a church service…

[Twisted Science]

savage to civility, diversify your versatility, instilled in me’s tha will to be a verbal wildebeest/ iron rhymes clean like iodine, lines worthy of Einstein theories related to hexagons in beehives/ when tha flesh is gone all that remains is tha writings of tha paragon/ humanoid pantheist tactics, fuse tha noise of 1 hand clappin’, half-wits get slapped quick with idiosyncratic grammatic semantical syntax that’s pragmatic, call me tha rap doctor ‘n’ I uphold the Hippocratic Oath/ I stab notes with a black pen, never leave home without a cannabis roach with crack in it/ life ain’t no accident, I put together the Intelligent Designer fabrics/ Milo’s Godly mannerism are no accidents, only women are to wear skinny pants kid…

[Twisted Science]

Yahweh is Allah, I spit bronze lines as tha basis of thoughts homogenized/ calmest psalms cause problematic homicide, static crafted up in my attic/ sharper than oxes ‘n’ point blank shots from 9s, extra clips kept in my left pocket/ empty 16 at philistines then split phillies ‘n’ gut ‘em like big butted sluts on methamphetamine/ put rap to sleep with a verse that tranquilize, cock 28 point 3 grams wearin’ an apron ‘n’ I stay bent off rhymes/ great Hip Hop remains playin’, A-list MCs is nickel-plated, you’re so pussy you get ate quick…

[Twisted Science]

nose numb, toaster’s a gun, snuff grams off of posters with a oak dick thicker than Big Pun/ chicks hella dumb, livin’ off nutrients contained in tha ninja’z cum, fishes swimmin’ up shit creek/ elevator musack, bought tha track for a buck 50, you in tha future is iffy/ spit 16s that’s cliffhangers, clips ‘n’ bangers, hieroglyphic-type anger can’t be deciphered by you strangers, foreigners ‘n’ fakers/ call tha coroner on tha cordless, swords cut your mainframe, I take your paper/ deeper than tha holes in Edward James Olmos face, your consciousness wavers…

[Twisted Science]

this Annoynted Geezus Khryst spits thesis on mics that left ears bleedin’, I’m descent of Europeans/ leave crab-ass wack MCs leakin’ urine in their hipster skinny jeans, tha venerated victor who’s genius/ roll in a stolen black Acura, tha rap Dracula flashin’ fangs that shine across tha Farrazana/ piranha rhymes combine like chemicals, snort lines stored in folded bindles, I hold ‘em by my golden genitals/ pinnacle subliminal kinda criminal minded, Knolege Reigns Supreme/ it’s plain to see I’m verbal acid rain in tha mental plane, Twisted’s name intimidates tha beat/ shit on you like Canadian geese, kick a G-O-D in his cranium wearin’ cleats, dig your ass out like Greeks/ dig nappy chicks whose heads got grease, I possess Knolege of Self like Killah Priest…

[Twisted Science]

even lesbians are into me, I create masterpieces like Michelangelo at tha Sistine, fuck a chick like I’m still 16 bent off Hennessey ‘n’ methamphetamine for 3 hours from behind until tha vagina dries up ‘n’ begins to bleed, fly as fuck, you hear me rhyme, you better duck ‘n’ tuck your chain in/ my brain weighs 6, I’m tha pagan that changed from Satan’s kid to a follower of tha God of Abram, Isaac ‘n’ Jacob/ tha palest iris, 2 triangles form tha Star of David, vertical to the essence from tha Fertile Crescent with tha 7, aggressive possession’s 9/10ths lies from tha 10s blind tha dumb ‘n’ deafest/ epic sagas from al-Asia to 7 continents, since prior to humanoid fleshes, Atlantis ‘n’ in your brain I’ll leave my handprints majestic…