Twisted Science Cypherz

[Twisted Science]

stylistic mentalist limericks listed, reflections of Twisted’s great existence since tha cave emission/ laced as God’s derivative in camouflage ‘n’ Timberlands, my stompin’ grounds is purified thought in which I live within/ pistol whip ninjaz in their tenements high on stimulants, not givin’ a fuck, I have sex with willin’ participants/ conditioned since tha whip flipped ‘n’ Hense gripped death, rap is in a dress, deflect tha hits from tha head/ I give double death with couplets of threats, hunt you like Bubba Fett ‘n’ Han Solo for Jabba mercenary – like/ this verse is paradise, my rhyme’ll parasite you at 3 hundred thousand Fahrenheit…

[Twisted Science]

take it to tha next plane, shift tectonic plates with spare dollars ‘n’ Common Sense, intertwine lyrical gunplay ‘n’ consciousness, I leave tha mic jaundiced, I’m a kike, I don’t put ham in tha omelet/ create a slappin’ sonnet that taunts novices, I slobber when I kiss ‘n’ thank God I exist/ corroborate my thoughts of hate for you lame cliques, protected by tha Star of David, golden bars is nickel plated/ vent my anguish with a blade sharp as Jason Voorhees’s, allegiance to thievery, there’s no such heat as me/ ink bleeds for freedom, I don’t need CREAM, I shit on your street team…

[Twisted Science]

groundbreakin’ lyrics, rap fiends praise me when they hear this, master the impossible, I send breakbeats to tha hospital hostile with ill thoughts that place Gods on crosses like Pontius Pilate, Hip Hop is tha 13the Tribe/ murk teams with my 1st rhyme, versatile, perverted styles flaunt guile ‘n’ shine like jewelry at Rothschild’s, check my C-File, I make tha pen bleed, never mix rap like booze ‘n’ grenadine/ keep Hip Hop clean, flaunt steez that causes despondency, there’s no such God as me/ ponder these ponderous thoughts while you smokin’ pot cuz they’re deep like infinity, ain’t no God Body rock tha mic like me/ carry my rap sheet in my pocket, when tha 45th Glock spits it ends your intake of oxygen/ recessive genes, I’m dominant with what I splash like mustard mayonnaise condiments on a turkey on wheat/ I have more seeds than Ason Unique, dick ‘em ‘n’ lick ‘em ‘n’ make staunch dykes switch teams/ print fonts in calligraphy, Southern Cali got so much calm breeze yo, it’s fuckin’ ridiculous/ miraculous above-average attic spazzin’, my thoughts is on an Illmatic status yo, I spit constant classics/ crab stabbin’ with scholastics so dope you start noddin’ ‘n’ scratchin’, sippin’ wine with Dionysus ‘n’ Bacchus/ combative like esquires regardin’ law interpretations, I’ll fuck with White broads if their curvaceous/ jaded by many days in tha bing, my verbal scepter blings, you lepers use too many N-words ‘n’ try to sing usin’ Autotune/ I brought boom laced with baked goods, 98% Peruvian, 1 puff gets my whole physique numb, share ‘n’ share alike, pass tha zig-zag-zig around tha cipher, that’s tha paradigm…

[Twisted Science]

I’m spittin’ razor slurs of anguish that leave kids bleedin’ out they anus, don’t worry, I brought tha rape kit/ TS’s DNA is present, who woulda guessed it? I’m so ill I got rejected from the essence/ instead of knowledgin’ tha lessons, I was stressin’ tha hoes with big butts ‘n’ big breasteses, Whites Blacks ‘n’ Mexicans/ dressed in shelltoe Adidas with fat laces, Dickie’s ‘n’ a wifebeater I got from Chris Brown/ 6 ounce grey matter, 6 sextillion tons of rhyme is flung, all I hear is Killa Bees ‘n’ Science in my iron lung/ irate, this diatribe is flyer than Clark Kent’s cape/ bars get penned by ink laced with arsenic, I gargle jars of meth oil made by Hell’s Angels, grammatic schematics get changed quite capriciously/ remember when he got robbed on TMZ? they should call tha bitch ninja No Chains/ got tha flow game sewed like hymns, got my nose broke like, by tha multiple of ten/ load this stanza in a crack stem ‘n’ spark tha Bic, check tha carbon dating, I always have been…

[Twisted Science]

tha right hemisphere of God’s brain is nickel-plated, in minutes, I violate every parole stipulation/ I’m so dope tha propane tanks stay flamin’, don’t lie to try ‘n’ kick it like my suede Timbs/ filet tha booth with my pen, it’s like a Ginsu, I speak in calligraphy ‘n’ I can see right thru tha 10s’ rouse/ you outspittin’ is a fluke, I keep it at 10’n’ 2 ‘n’ some of my best friends are Jews / so am I though, Milo likes to get high yo, my spit eats thru tha protective foam on tha microphone ‘n’ seeps thru tha cordless from my oral orifice, racketeer on some extortion shit while you lame asses nickel ‘n’ dime it…

[Twisted Science]

never complacent, sever creation better than Satan with my pervasiveness that permeates into lamebrains quick/ speak to passed away kids like Edgar Cayce did, my cadence is similar to 6 degrees of separation/ caged in for penitence, my pen’s pistol gripped in a Pendleton ‘n’ Timberlands ‘n’ scripts descriptions of 16 bar sentences that leave tweakers skittish, you MCs spit beaver lyrics/ joi de vivre makes kids eager to hear this, fuck with tha God, you’ll leave with both your ears bleedin’ like Holyfield ‘n’ Mike Tyson’s capriciousness, I spit that heavy thinker shit, Milo’s a heavy drinker like fishes vicious/ my mentis is tha father of invention, trippin’ like 6 hits of blotter lysergic acid diethylamide/ brethren rise at tha mention of God’s name, accost fame ‘n’ make it memorize my fuckin’ name/ get blunted ‘n’ write couplets that start heated discussions, burn ninjaz like beakers ‘n’ Bunsens/ point tha pen ‘n’ start dumpin’ bars that y’all’ve coveted, I’m on that other shit that y’all dullards can’t get…

[Twisted Science]

friend or foe, this rap shit ain’t got no coast, catch you slippin’ in Hollywood, Tribeca or SoHo/ watch your soul float, expand what I wrote like coke explodin’ on tha stove steeped with B12, it’s still so potent/ poach tha globe, it lost focus, the edges of my nose is coated in dopamine ‘n’ serotonin in Chinese opium dens, goad me to spit from occultic scrolls decoded by the wisest of men/ the archetype of righteous jins, never con-tent, it’s in human nature to sin/ parental guidance I neglected, order quarter-gram bindles of method, treat every day like it’s tha last you’ve been blessed with/ strive to leave positive impressions in archaeologically educated guesses/ I ain’t a pessimist, I’m a realist livin’ under Murphy’s Law, it occurred to me, I’m like 13 separate Gods…

[Twisted Science]

my preference is to show vocal temperance, yo – psych, I go all out like totalitarians ‘n’ krauts/ scrounge around with a 4 pound, take ninjaz’ faces off, I’m tha Caucasian God of Equality, negatives equate positivity, epiphanal validity is never confused mixed like grenadine/ take stance offensively, 8 grams get sniffed into me tha whole time I pray for serenity/ paint like tha Sistine on ceilins with feelins emoted, great rhymes appear thru osmosis by 16 bars at a time ‘n’, scar minds blacked out like too much Bacardi Limon, all ears like Bassett hounds/ held captive by tha sound of my thought wave proclamation, tha most ever Caucasian that’s a mental patient/ by proxy that makes me virtuous, kamikaze Ashkenazi, tellin’ jokes like Gilbert Gottfried…

[Twisted Science]

adversive cursive perversions are blurted, recommend you cover your wig like burkas, I’m an expert in this verbal shit/ I like me a purple bitch, you know, tha sistah girls with tha cherry red inside their vaginal lips/ carry fullys with clips, I’m a cyberbully, ain’t from tha ghetto but I’m gully, burglarize your CREAM ‘n’ take tha Maltese Falcon/ you rappers are untalented, tha true culture purists are all malcontent/ I’m tha thorn in tha lion’s paw, al-Sayyid is hella sheisty, I started servin’ time when I was 19/ labelled a 2-time felon, see my name emblazoned on the shells spent from magnums with no P.I. like Tom Selleck/ locked behind electrified fences, who did T.I. tell on to get a minimum security sentence? it’s vicious when tha pen prints fact cuz Truth shines thru every time like light in tha darkness/ my soul’s so ancient it predates carbon-14, check out how tha Manchurian forged sword gleams/ I open doors like Jim Morrison with tha verbal portraits that’s so ill they gotta be quarantined/ change your garment, I put a hole in your cardigan, the average 85 is stupefied by my artifice/ I’m like Ghostface with tha Scarves ‘n’ shit, I speak in esoteric code with 730 on my throat ‘n’ holes in my nose, yo I ain’t low key, I’ll let tha whole world know that I’m a dope fiend/ chase tha dragon, dragons chase me, stay out tha sun ‘n’ remain pasty, your clique’s like ‘80s rockers with tha Maybelline ‘n’ Max Factor/ it ain’t tha CREAM I’m after, establish my name ‘n’ abilities in tha brains of other rappers/ faith is in fame as my Fate, pain is inundated stagnated as I lay in wait/ y’all crabs should be anxious ‘n’ fear God free from incarceration cuz then they’d hafta come ‘n’ face me direct/ I’m tha king of intimate introspections, tha quintessence of an authentic MC, my pen is heat like genitals/ so hard, my shit’s not bendable, all you cats spit tha same shit that’s identical/ sharpen your shit like water graphite in number 2 pencils, black 9s, shit’s brought to me by the Magi/ they came to me ‘n’ asked to be baptized, I use fragments of my rhymes to bag fat-ass dimes…

[Twisted Science]

the illest since Vlad the Impaler, I slang jail words, ‘n’ exhale verbs needed like asthma inhalers/ all hail tha palest perv since Jeff Dahmer ‘n’ Big Lurch, pull out your baby mom’s lung ‘n’ see who eats it 1st/ lemme di-verge a little, you baby penis fucker, I talked to your ex, she said it only tickled/ flex methods spit out a stolen Lexus with somebody else’s debit, empty liquor bottles, listen to Nas Represent it/ boom-baps bangin’, sound moves, so high my 6 ounce grooves free flow, next to play’s Knoledge God/ Liquid Swords ‘n’ Incarcerated Scarfaces, armed with hatred for shrimp, crabs ‘n’ bacon/ kosher, I’ve been taught code words by NOI ‘n’ 5s, even though that my eyes resemble tha sky/ carryin’ bindles ‘n’ g-packs, I’ll give you 3 rhymes, you give me 3 grams, tha shit I write makes you bleed out your ankles ‘n’ hands/ tha Rap Khryst, Hip Hop’s messiah, take J’s mic from Canibus ‘n’ give George Clinton his Flashlight/ as a matter of fact, we took 5 tabs of acid last night, remember, I’m tha God yo, pay me my tithes/ I’m still 18 in tha mind, teach you pagans ‘bout Satan’s mythologies, Freedom Justice ‘n’ Equality/ Knowledge me tha Wisdom needed to survive in such a dog eat dog, no MC could fuck with Killah God…

[Twisted Science]

voted tha most likely to succeed with distinct methods to my ill madness, I slap pathogens on tha tablet ‘n’ yell domino/ tha Speak ‘n’ Spell Donatello pontiff, tha verse piranha katana searchin’ for nirvana ‘n’ all its amenities, when tha pen bleeds I grift a ninja shifty ‘n’ take his lifeline/ I’m tha cause for alarm, guilty as charged, parvenu MCs flash money, I snatch all money out tha hands of you crash dummies, your final drafts is crummy, verbalize spinal taps, my bible raps is cunning/ in tha final act yo, tha God gonna be grungy, hear tha vinyl scratch, XY double helix/ millimeter stays concealed but easily revealed ‘n’ lives get repealed for realness/ y’all cats don’t know what you dealin’ with, guillotine shit, razor blade slices of tha mind, civilized warfare/ epitomize the end of corporate’s near, chlorofluorocarbons materialize when I forebear/ my sword’s sharp ‘n’ carves backwards Rs like tha Soviets, I wonder which 1 of y’all rappers is tha phoniest…

[Twisted Science]

turn the oven on high till tha water boils, put 48 grams of white in, I’m so spun you can’t see my blue iris, blue steel, hue of the iron, locked ‘n’ loaded, ready for firin’/ gotta protect the environment, flex tha tech 9s ‘n’ 45s, empty tha clips, 16 of them/ Sistine visualizin’, weed twisted tight yo, someday they’ll realize ‘n’ legalize it/ load tha G-packs zipped up in Zip-Locs, fishscale raw smuggled in from Peru/ got a runner who got pounds glued to his stomach, I got 10 coca plants in my greenhouse, scrounge around for every last ounce of CREAM, triple-beam rap, fleets of fiends stick with me, I got double-ups on tap/ approach tha cipher in a flak jacket bubble goose, I spit rhyme, I don’t sell crack, do you see thru tha ruse I crafted?

[Twisted Science]

I rap scholastically since traumatic damage happened in ’96, tha mind’s effervescent, tha true nexus between actual ‘n’ metaphysic is my amiable tryst ménage trois with tha pen ‘n’ pad/ you get smacked with my limp dick, semi-auto gats splash you with vicious sentences with nouns ‘n’ adjectives arranged in ways of fancy calligraphy penmanship, brand TS on tha wrists of the ignorant, I cut sinews ‘n’ tendons/ Science devises lines that’re unpredictable witticisms, evict me from physical prisons in 2 thousand 23/ hear tha sound of God, you wanna mimic me cuz all y’all’re presented diminutively/ gently, I tenderly bend the opposite gender over ‘n’ poke her with poetic words ‘n’ give her this, that ‘n’ tha 3rd/ a backpacker with a 4-5th in his Jansport, fuck all you crabs ‘n’ fuck your rap awards…

[Twisted Science]

my name gets sprayed in all capitals, you fucked up tha game with your rambles, I only fuck dames whose booties is ample/ gats pulled splash fully, from tha suburbs muthafucker but I’m still gully/ I’ll pyramid scheme you ‘n’ pull your cerebellum thru your nasal, rub my anal with your skully/ I augment brains thru tha navel, fatal blows, Holy Grail flows bring tha pain like methamphetamine up your nose/ I snort dope till blood gushes vertical, then get horizontal with a hoe that’s purple/ expertise pearl tongue twirler, verbal dart unfurler, makin’ rappers curl up/ plural murals get nutty on you squirrels ‘n’ show tha girls that you is like them/ my gat’s stuffy, splash you crash dummies ‘n’ snatch your cash money, learn how to rap sonny/ plastic guns blast when you flashin’ some, alter schematics with vengeances, I traffick jams, caskets ‘n’ sentences/ non compos mentis compositions get brought forth by Twisted…

[Twisted Science]

how tha fuck you gonna be a MC when you a C.O.? I bleed when I sneeze, tha most elitist since Jesus croaked / you ho-ey fallopian MCs belong in tha lyrical pokey for large amounts like tha coke in me / I snatch chains ‘n’ dance in tha rain in a parade in a campaign to decriminalize Mary Jane / sippin’ Perrier, I case tha terrain lookin’ for victims to traumatize with styles of piranha rhymes, tha brawn of my mind is tha illest / I’m more down than syndromes in mongoloid retarded children, hang left like a Che Guevarra militant / I start up ‘n’ raid villages diligent with bars that scathe your will to live, I kill kids like Trayvon Martin ‘n’ George Zimmerman ‘n’ take their blood drenched Timberlands ‘n’ sell ‘em on Craig’s List / it’s tres bien to pay attention to tha way I slaughter rhymes, when God designs perfection unwinds, facilitate how I’m corrected / in resemblance to dastardly villains in composite sketches, I’m restive ‘n’ restless ‘n’ my vignettes send men back amongst the essence / I destroy trends after I set them impetuous ‘n’ aggressive…