Twisted Science Cypherz

[Twisted Science]

my pen’s double-jointed ‘n’ gets exploited on tha lined tablet, establish Milo’s name in your brains like a Freudian Oedipal complex, several days past by ‘n’ I rested on tha 7th, express aggression ‘n’ how I’m to blow like hoodrats ‘n’ oral sexes, dressed in dominatrix outfits, you lamestas ain’t the faintest on how to spit, I expunge ‘n’ you all swallow ‘n’ follow trends, listen to rap from tha ‘90s/ feisty, Twisted Sheisty burnin’ lah to get irie, turnin’ tha mic sideways like 9 millis/ I liked T-Boz, Lisa Left Eye ‘n’ Chili, gut tha Phillies, trapped in state facilities for felonies/ put 2 thru your Pelle Pelle, let tha laced L breathe, from Van Nuys to Chelsea, I’m Hip Hop forever ’n’ a daily/ my mind’s a Small Wonder like that character in tha ‘80s show, catch me at 6th ‘n’ San Pedro/ Spun Fernando, pornographic like Chatsworth, crabs get scabs from tha verses I script, go thru black holes to alternate universes, Twist looks for Black hoes to let me get up in their purses from tha back/ ass up face down, let me reverse – cowgirl ya, backwards spinin’ with subversive wordage that’s turnt up/ tha most learn-ed MC, leave ninjaz in splints, microphones get bent like 40s/ scores of y’all get torn like labias ‘n’ childbirth, file down words to lose fingerprints ‘n’ yo God, I’m on that difficult deep thinker shit, deemed Scientific Pyrex sniffin’, my guess, your whole clique’s bitch-made, melt your cocaine rocks with lemonade, take my skills out tha grave, 4 mics or 4 pounds/ believe this yo, tha God either way’s gonna be crowned in full regalia, guns ‘n’ diamonds ‘n’ TS memorabilia, I spit till your dead, verbal necrophilia, classic rap fiend, trade tha pen in for crack/ pensive transmissions get scripted in my mentis under tha fitted, high IQ’s tha catalyst/ L-O-S Angeles, SFV’s got nada minus Science, when I get back it’ll be dope like 6 grams in your nose, gravity falls victim to my wisdom filled limericks, I’ll be here after Revelation, ‘n’ I was here prior to Genesis, I’m garbed in Timberlands ‘n’ Pendletons ‘n’ make rappers throw hissy fits…

[Twisted Science]

catapult catatonic intellectual capabilities till I catch serenity on a rap frenzy/ from tha Catskills to Downtown Los Angeles, I tour around in an ambulance tryin’ to pick tha next victim/ of my arsenal, metaphorical oracle, MCs is torchable, count tha rings in tha green forest/ serene when tha fiend’s dormant, swim tha coral reef, fish out of water Marco Polo Sport with tha dorsal fin/ a microphone fiend cordless, tha 9’ll put 2 in your throat, take note on how Milo exposes lymph nodes/ bifocally, my 3rd eye multiplies Horus’ eye twice over to make tha Star of David sign/ my jin defeats Iblis, 6 ounces is my only physic, poetry flows from me odoriferous like potpourri/ ‘n’ pot flame, high octane fossil fuels, Science – tha name on tha docket fool…

[Twisted Science]

I’m in a love-hate relationship with rap cuz I love to rape tha track, a microphone controller from way back/ stack phrases that could place my name on Maybachs ‘n’ Lambos, fuck a whip though, Hense broke my wig traumatically damaged on a lamppost/ I cram grams in my nose thru rolled up Grant notes/ my lines don’t grind, this poetic prose takes off your pants ‘n’ gets in your ass raw yo, I’m tha God of flow/ spectrums broaden, what I brought with me widens triple-eyesight, my composed compositions eclipse idiots like the Apocalypse/ fuck all y’all, kill or be killed yo, I take no hostages…

[Twisted Science]

merciless, a verbal mentalist, tha Milky Way curdles from my sour sentences, my thoughts are deep like Wesley Snipe pigment/ I like thick hoes with big heinis like Coco ‘n’ Kim Kardashian bitches/ I’m a cannabis advocate, tha rap activist who’s crammed with witticisms that attack graphic to your mentis/ think of tha God on tha 7th day like Adventists, Science is tha father of invention, caustic is how my thoughts’ve arisen venomous/ I broaden spectrums beyond conflict, tha rap Adonis Knolege God Self-Conscious verbally accosts kids/ exotic weed’s up in tha oxygen content, I got verbal whips ‘n’ chains cuz tha God’s words is bondage/ your styles’s hella burnt just like pagan offerins, I’ll emotionally scar you like a foster kid/ it’s Common Sense Like From Water To Chocolate, from Chicago to Lost Angels back to Now Y/ I spit Hip Hop at 90 degree right angles, my pale skin forked tongue sports bangles/ incorrigible corporeal since tha prenatal, filled with anger from tha grave, dig tha knave back to tha cradle/ sportin’ a 40 inch white golden cable with a diamond-studded Star of David on it/ my brain is sharper than 8 freshly forged katanas, I Pesci competition’s flesh like mineral deposits/ they pick me out of line ups as criminal composites sketched, on tha 7th day tha God rests…

[Twisted Science]

it’s an overpopulated Hip Hop community, I need room to breathe, nickel-plated groove on tha record/ call God tha bridegroom? never, you MCs is garbage, I send 16 bars thru your cardigan sweaters by way of foul gestures, sight of my scars make your head hurt, if she lets me then I grossly ef her/ incisor canine bicuspid molar, most of my body weight’s my boner’s, I spit so dope yo, I smoke words/ call me tha bowl loader, brain opener, flame thrower, postin’ covert, I’m tha soul floater/ my body’s only on loaner, my skin lacks deep toner, I speak deep woe terms…

[Twisted Science]

mutilate tha cipher with 7 machetes ‘n’ 9 guillotines, disembowel you mentally like Lao Tzu/ world renowned is how my tongue sounds, verses get doused in flame, rambunctious flamboyant fame/ coitus names from angles exemplary consensually, 5 fingers in it just like a centipede/ American hashish made by a Lebanese recipe, fade tha team like methamphetamine/ vocal with a keen sense, I’m on 3 mood stabilizers, dealin’ with nothin’ but “I” words/ tight like a vise, wearin’ a visor , involved in tha plight of Earth, 6 sextillion tons is my mic’s girth…

[Twisted Science]

who started this? carcinogenic, barged in with lyrical carnage Twisted surreptitious with occultic tenets/ tha post-apocalyptic coffin fillin’ Knolege knockin’ friends with benefits like Jerry Seinfeld ‘n’ Elaine Bennis/ Science brain’s eccentric, biased ‘n’ pious with a sky blue iris on either side of my pale skinned countenance/ I rob nitwits with an iron fist ‘n’ slaughter accomplices when tha pen prints calligraphic/ sniff ‘n’ continue to sin like I’m still ignorant, rip sinews from any lyricist from prison to street tenements/ chinky-eye like Inuits, bleak rhymes is spit on time when tha beat kicks/ tha credo’s vented, put my chorizo in between ya bitch’s tig ole bitties, keep tha pipa at 10’n’ 2 ‘n’ exhale tha smoke in tha chimney/ my BDS style’s stuck in tha flesh so I molest grammar with more wrath than titans or Jeru Da Damaja…

[Twisted Science]

heavily medicated, I’m scramblin’ for preservation, Apocalypse Now with tha 4 pound sound bubble goose down featherweight, your crew is featherweight, verse shoot down tha groove ‘n’ leave a hole in your face/ fame’s my destination, tha Rap Land of Canaan, acclimate to these proclamations stated/ abrasive phrases created that get me excommunicated back to the Isle of Patmos, as a felon I can’t vote/ I pack toast ‘n’ have grandiose delusions, put a gram in either nose ‘n’ show my hubris/ verbalist hangin’ on some noose shit, my brain makes contusions, I carry weight ‘n’ all you vaginas leave with bruises/ perchance I shoulda lubed it, woulda coulda loaded Beretta, put 1 in your neck ‘n’ grab tha cheddar/ graduate of life trife, I stand with a knife, stab you right up in your 3rd eye…

[Twisted Science]

Science’s cadence parades as a tyrant outta rhyme hibernation, Molotov thought creation by tha God Knolegest/ French vanillas ‘n’ chocolates get taken to the utmost when my tongue invades ‘em like Russians ‘n’ Ukrainians/ you bitch cliques is gayer than Clay Akin, tha gun click-clacks ‘n’ I start sprayin’ bars that’s abrasive/ carve my name on your brainstem in all capitals in Spanglish, followed ‘n’ preceded by points of exclamation/ check it, my joint is adjacent to antiswagger Hip Hop from tha ‘90s generation/ nickel-plated statements is hella gritty yet need no purification/ lured to hatred by my pagan excommunication from the American-European ways in which I came from/ my brain weighs 6 ounces cuz my physique descends from tha Caucasus mountain range, I rob Fate with a scarf coverin’ my pallid face, rhymes written in italics, from Lost Angels to Dallas, eatin’ Caesar’s salads/ spittin’ verse ‘n’ flippin’ birds while growlin’, Twisted sips pure anger outta Jesus chalice/ doctor tha ballot, cock tha mallet when I prowl…

[Twisted Science]

boastful vocals quotated by tha boatful, disposable yokels stay at my disposal, grip tha mic with a full nelson chokehold, I like White bitches that got ass like Coco, I chase dragons like komodos/ use my nose like elephants ‘n’ Pinocchio, pale melanin never fails, true intelligence/ crews get wet like pelicans when I aim clips at your head like hair development on your chin/ control weather like a shaman, sever tha necks of commoners, I’m so hard my dick don’t even get soft after I bust, ya dig? verbal Viagra shit, attack myself like Romeo ‘n’ Juliet had kids/ half Montague ‘n’ Capulet, curse your consecrated amulet, fuck with your mind like you got issues of abandonment/ sue God for punitive damages cuz I’ll put my name on your back like Nick Cannon did/ expand rappers’ parameters, you pros sound amateur, my 4 pound prose massacres you crabs’ delusions of grandeur/ you spit bullshit like you ate manure, I Sharon Tate tracks with serin-laced blades that slice barricades/ I serenade Godly lyrics that separate spirits, I give you an outta body experience/ Knolege God, tha Bad Samaritan, holy like tha Qur’an, your clique gon’ fail fast like Ramadan/ don’t fornicate with Science, rebuild tha Temple like Cyrus, sell you weak MCs bindles of dried piss/ Miloek’s hyper than hypodermics that stick beneath tha surface, breathe gas like Jewish Germans…

[Twisted Science]

you’d swear I had a harelip by my devilish grin, I got a rusty metal syntax that revels in sin/ don’t mettle with my malevolent jin, though you’re no threat against me, 12, 24, or 16/ I spit things like bronchitis, gauze tha mic, 2 pawns from tha queen’s knight, slit your throat so you can’t breathe right/ your bland steez gets Christed on tha crosses, tha whip flipped ‘n’ I lost Hense/ I’m here to fill up your esophagus with my cock ‘n’ cut off your oxygen on some Jeffrey Dahmer mental process type shit/ my weak irises stay shinin’, I make hearts race like Pyrexes, take these rhymes ‘n’ put ‘em up your sinuses, Science is like a virus triflin’ to tha rap game, I’m like B complex vitamins/ God blesses me in every environment encountered to show my Godliness to you cowards…

[Twisted Science]

it’s like I take Hip Hop on a case by case basis, as of today, you flash aprons ‘n’ your statements are sanitation/ cancellate you rap vagrants flagrant, you need to pay rent, fuck you post-millennium generations/ engrave tha ‘90s once where your face went, I hope my shit’s contagious like disease spread to natives from Caucasians/ my bars are Star of David, verbal incarnations of nickel-plated Incarcerated Scarfaces/ carve 16 lines 16 times pristinely in your mind, my treatises completely beast tha rhyme/ shit is greedy, every greasie wanna breed with me in tha grand scheme of things, you wack MCs don’t know how to rap beef…

[Twisted Science]

ducks get hunted for ropes ‘n’ chains gained from fame that’s been misappropriated, even ghosts get taken/ not by ravens, I think Momdukes mated with Satan, ostentatious ‘n’ sagacious/ featherweight cliques get 8 from tha clip, the other 8 expend from between my lips when I spit/ cook up lyrics, MCs leave blood on my apron drippin’ down onto my Timberlands, hunt ‘em down like venison/ my thoughts is Pentium, flash back to vintage last millennium, you kids is minimum/ I fuck chickens with tha biggest rumps, thick in tha thighs with augmented tah-tahs, Boricuas ‘n’ Dominicanas/ I wear camouflage, rob you for your Sean John, I’ll put a hole in your knot God/ these psalms is the opposite of PEACE God, MCs is under siege when I speak ‘n’ leave ‘em bleedin’ from tha side like Christ Jesus/ my eyes is tha greenest minus tha yellow, it’s Science God/ Twist tha rhyme deep like Olde English ‘n’ Othello, ingenious thoughts ring like bell tones/ I brought violence over violins ‘n’ cellos, God Bodies die when tha shell blows, lose your arm below the elbow/ cremate your flow cuz you suck like nuts ‘n’ hoes/ upload tha roughest rough draft that assassinates crabs like JFK, treat your boo like Jackie Onassis ‘n’ let her hold your brain fragments/ I’m Supreme like Mathematics, piss on your team’s cabbage like a latrine until my name’s established/ rob tha game single-handed with strong arm rap, y’all wear thongs under your skinny pants/ contact visit me in prison, you’ll get stabbed, you thought about signin’ me, read this then you thought “kill that”/ militant, this illness gets spilled when I kill cats with ice grill predictions/ devilish emissions as a rap catalyst spit minus tha filter like Shallah Raekwon, cook grams from yae that wasn’t stepped on/ Knolege Killah God leaves a track bloody like used tampons, my voice box is kept in a muzzle/ see Science’s skin tone ‘n’ recessive iris ‘n’ your ass is puzzled by the wonderful shit that I recite ‘n’ MCs is just notches by my belt buckle, my verse molests production like Roman Catholic priests ‘n’ your distant uncle/ twist blunts with 7 gees of Peruvian product baked, from the initial pull, your cock shrank/ freestylin’ about 3 Mile Island, Chernobyl ‘n’ Hir-o-shima with sub-atomic sonnets that leave every kid within hearin’ range jaundice like leukemia/ recruit guerilla troops like Putin ‘n’ Crimea, no one’s as fly as Milo when I’m open, wavelengths get loaded ‘n’ locked/ click-clacks ‘n’ bip-baps bring elements of Hip Hop back, fuck relevant/ regardless of your deep melanin, your entire squadron’s garbage, Twisted leaves tha beat dead like arsenic ingestion/ part your lips ‘n’ lemme stick tha head in, trapped with weak traits in my fleshes/ I exodus to tha gate where my demographic fanatics is waitin’, flash a gat, you better blast tha gat/ these Beretta statements fuck with your head like glass separation in visitations, hoop tha track/ I give rap my 2 week notice, official resignation, my pen nymphos tha page ‘n’ gives it AIDS/ screw sexual orientations, you ‘n your whole crew give off an effeminate representation/ fuck tuck in chains, y’all tuck your birth given manhood between your legs before y’all hit tha stage bitch/ I script raps till my hand bleeds, I Passover you crabs like tha Chosen 12 ‘n’ yeast by-products/ fly as fuck, Science is tha God yet I’m also God’s illegitimate son, Twisted Science ain’t tha 1 yo/ I’m actually more like 9 millimeter guns, fill her keister with illicit drugs double-wrapped up in gloves/ if they bust open, she gettin’ horny ‘n’ hella spun, blow forestry ‘n’ fuck her for half a month/ all over the outside of her cunt you see off-white splurge from my nuts busted, smear it on tha slut’s stomach/ trapped in tha belly of tha dragon with no chaser, Science like a iron flagship, a verbal microphone rapist/ vertigo Serpico horizontal vertical, leave tha verse shitty like gerbils outta Richard Gere’s anus, I flame kids literal like Christians’ lies regardin’ Satan, you pagans are awestruck by these bars ‘n’ cadence, never thought a White dude could spit like this, you’re friggin’ racist/ BDSK-R-E-W, check it, I got rebuttal jewels, iron mics to iron duels/ vaccinate tha rap virus, tha swag type get backhanded by my Now Y speech spoken/ Apocalypse blau blau blau, Southern Cali’s where my foul deeds originated, sign at the “X”, never mind tha fine print ‘n’ stipulations, sky blue irises ‘n’ Twisted Sheisty’s delineation/ rainbow coalition rap, dumb ‘n’ blind idiots get sheparded, I’m God Science Divine/ can’t do much but I can rhyme, I see thru tha veil pulled over my 3rd eye, my verse remains grimy/ only constant is change yet I’ma stay a vocal dime piece, local to global, only thing weak in me’s my complexion/ 6 ounces, inoperative pineal yet tha God’s astoundin’, I prove false superiority’s unsoundless/ I’m tha True Rap Khrist ‘n’ rhymin’ is my way of shinin’ on tha Earth plane/ shifty like street drug mixing, my creed is thug slash liberty, even obsidian Black chicks is into me/ Hip Hop head fury is dispersed from me, Lil Lame ‘n’ GayZ, compared to God with black pens, y’all should remain in tha verbal nursery, become indentured servants ‘n’ think tha world of me/ wise guy Science refrains from swine ‘n’ shrimp, lick tha microphone like Miley Cyrus when I spit, dope tracks from tha ‘90s get pirated when I spit, I rule the underground like Osiris ‘n’ shit/ I rifle cliques with guillotine rhymin’, I’m snooty like the Eiffel Tower ‘n’ tha French/ step to my cipher, kids is dyin’ after Milo One Rockah spits, 38s ‘n’ 380s is pulled from either pocket quick, you know if RZA or Preemo made it, tha boom-bap keeps a true rap fan’s head knockin’/ impregnate tha track from tha backside, rap crabs press rewind to ponder what Science’s mind devised via theoretical unethical shit only egghead crimies find legible/ I’ve been educated especial, solar corona extra shit/ delirium tremens, Miloek Rockah buck tha system, I’m tha pinnacle apex, you need a rape kit to see if Science came yet, I make retro cassette tapes flex ‘n’ get muscle cramps, I scuffle with mics ‘n’ amps/ my mind widths wider than tha planet’s equator, I look at her ass ‘n’ if it’s fat I dive in face 1st/ also I’m 8 times greater than ya favorite rhyme sayer, fuck peace God, these is hate words/ Pun was more sick than Big, enemies empty clips, tryin’ to drive in 9 inch nails/ makin’ cliques have multi-near death experiences, if you ain’t deaded, you need a bag to shit/ gotta hide with tha feds provided witness protection, plastic surgeons stay on retention/ mold tha template Twisted scripted doin’ a heavy bid for stick-up kid convictions/ I leave crowds dented in, I’m a Twisted Scientist similar to a White 5%er/ yet I remain foul, gettin’ high ‘n’ under the influence of raw powder, I’m a man infused to inner God power/ I snort crystal methamphetamine ‘n’ masturbate for 3 hours, I limp like pimps at Hollywood ‘n’ Gower/ jump on tha Red Line ‘n’ head to San Fernando Valley ‘n’ take a shower/ jump out fresh ’n’ so clean, real men slay women, I heard you fuck both teams, yo you know my nose gleam/ my poetic prose is CREAM, I sport hosiery on my dome ’n’ handkerchiefs cover my nostrils/ let 2 out tha 5th, bent off a 5th of gin, I blow hash ‘n’ laugh my ass off at Family Guy ‘n’ Adult Swim/ pry open minds via rhymin’, craniotomy rap operates ya 3rd iris/ on parole I saw Gs in tight pants, really homie, where ya gonna hide ya gat? more gas than 11 tanks of propone, snatch your shine ‘n’ call you No Chains, your name gonna fade like tha high of cocaine/ fuck shades, I wear champagne lenses with aviator frames, y’all cowards’ less than average text next to Wu-Tang/ KoolGRap ‘n’ Rakim, Knowledge Reigns Supreme, I’m married to Hip Hop, you’re just a rap fling/ your shit don’t slap, you need to be slapped B, cameras snap me while I’m laughing/ neural burglaries occur, respect tha rap jooks, real MCs don’t need a hook/ fuck tha chorus yo, Science got his 3rd eye on you like Horus, remain in tha la-bora-tory mental fortress/ my temporal lobe should be directly recorded ‘n’ studied like tha Torah is/ I use fiberglass in my filter like Newports did, Killah God Body not from Ashkenazi/ a vocal sawed-offed Mossberg shotty stays cocked, my thoughts go way back to Beethoven ‘n’ Bach while y’all studio types remain frightened surrounded by an entourage of off-duty cops/ check tha Science, I’m malevolent like despots ‘n’ tyrants, my blue eyes break hymens/ I’m beyond sniffin’ lines, I sniff hyphens, my rhymes is hella tight like teenagers’ vaginas/ shifted from Christian ignorance to Judaism, TS spliffs woolies ‘n’ izm mixtures/ prefer sistahs but I’ll take any chicken, gotta be pretty ones with nice figures, thicker than 6 Snickers ‘n’ petite, barely 5 feet, ninjaz that don’t know me better show me 5 feet/ find tha rhymes I speak is scholarly ‘n’ collegiate, cross me like Jesus ‘n’ see me revert to ungodly ‘n’ heathen/ opt to co-op righteous, my mind has hue, yet my physique is awfully pekid/ more Terrible than Ivan, Science got a recessive iris but his rhymes shouldn’t get 5 mics, they should get fuckin’ 5 clips, I cut tha pie 5 ways ‘n’ smoke a half-gram hit while brown dimes suck my dick, even my corpuscles get numb it’s such good shit/ sell a couple bars yet I still wear a black scarf/ you law abiding-ass citizen, I can tell you just act hard/ break into ya crib ‘n’ take ya flashcard, I’m Knolege God yet I’ll still leave on your hand tha Beast’s mark/ I’m a alcoholic like Tash ‘n’ Dirt ‘n’ I drink at cheap bars at least a liter of Bacardi/ I battle 2 at a time like Noah’s Ark, to 1 in Hebrew ‘n’ the other in Pharci…

[Twisted Science]

tha God Science hogties wigs ‘n’ occupies thoughtwaves like tha Gaza Strip / tha rock I chop ‘n’ sniff is my perogative, I spit non-audible octaves ‘n ‘cock tha 5th to remain prominent / flippin’ tricks of tha trade, Hip Hop courses thru my veins, my vocal cords connect direct to my brains / what I say makes a Pyrex break, where I walk I dominate / I scrape chocolates when they ovulate tryin’ to repopulate the Earth plane ‘n’ erase tha learn-ed hate / I’m tha cure for tha fake Lil Lames in tha rap game, as authentic as augmented titties lactatin’ / crash your graduation celebration ‘n’ take Kim Kardashian back to tha cavemen / I’m tha vortex ‘n’ I’ll send North West to the orphanage when my sword flips…

[Twisted Science]

tha vicious Twisted lyricist template, teach you how to let tha pen spit, I bleed jewels to fuel tha fire lit/ duel of the iron macs, treat you like Fif ‘n’ put 9 in your ass, close your eyelids you expire fast/ can’t explain how the ire’s tapped, tha White Tiger Tyrant with the recessive iris, God of the Underworld like Osiris/ livin’ in a world once inhabited by Aztecs ‘n’ Mayans till tha Spaniard Inquisition left them ninjaz lifeless, Christians kill kids if they don’t worship Christ shit, feedin’ tha Pig Virus like Howard Stern, Robin Quivers ‘n Artie Lang, power’s firm like cocks in wildflowers, touch her liver wet like Nile rivers/ piles of ninjaz fantasize crime lives like Plies, please ninja, I ain’t a street ninja but I’m an authentisized real ninja ‘n’ I ain’t even Black ninja cuz I’m a rap wigga…