Twisted Science Cypherz

[Twisted Science]

orate loquacious with a prais-ed grey matter to mainframe coordination, my coronation was crashed by nameless rap pagans whose points was lost in tha translation, I speak in Anglican slang combinations/ my johnson’s thick as 8 dicks, flippantly I’m Twisted, sippin’ Hennessey, what I spit makes tha paint chip/ I’m from tha ‘90s generation, delineate authentication, my mere presence is innovation/ cliques revere my ink pen’s indentations like ancient sages gazed at constellations in the ethereal spaces, say God’s name 3 times in tha dark in Gaelic, I’m holier than Galatians/ purvey tha most pervasive, nickel-gleam laser beam persuasion 45th makin’ craters in faces/ words sway situations with verbal intimidation, I raise adrenalin rates ‘n’ got rival cliques under surveillance/ A-List MC as how I’m stayin’ curatin’ to metropolitan populations/ changin’ ‘em to congregations with sagacious consecration, true Hip Hop’s tha God’s nation/ more purest than hatred, I fuck ugly broads with tha help of liquid courage ‘n’ urination/ furious at you bi-curious gangstas, Science so attractive I make you question your own sexual orientation/ florist arrangements from the Orient get placed as bouquet decorations in 40s surroundin’ MC’s corpses/ torturous statements, to see if I came, you need a rape kit, I bake shit adjacent to chemists without a apron, periodic table type shit gets placed upon tha pages/ keep within your lane cuz God is jaded, it’s an abomination how you thought that fake shit you affiliate with could copulate with this/ your whole mainframe is softer than ovulation, just 1 of my thoughts dominate a conversation like chromosomes ‘n’ tha majority of tha population, abrasive nickel-plated pale skin/ yo, I’m so Caucasian, gracious loads of notes float, then I spoke what I wrote ‘n’ caught ovations in palladiums/ check it, tha God’s voracious ‘n’ impatient, I snatch golden bracelets ‘n’ give Cro-Magnon facelifts with 44 Magnums that erase you faggots’ entire physical representations/ prevent tha crow or even Raven-Simone from pickin’ up your soul, Heaven or hell is what you make it, you create your own/ serrated flow interrogates tha chrome microphone, heavy dosage poems get flame, your flow’s antiquated like payphones/ travel tha mental plane with a sword like Jason Voorhees’ blade smokin’ a laced bone…

[Twisted Science]

law-abiding citizen, jaws of life’s required to free your mind / Twisted assaults participants that got perty mouths like “Deliverence” / crowds arouse 730, lookin’ like Cleopatra Jones slamdancin’ with Hercules / bones laced with mercury stay aflame, sulfuric acid’s aimed out tha turret furious / a Hip Hop purist, verbal muralist, still trippin’ off tha Purple Tape / subdural epidural life fluid accumulated/ stay tuned, my muse is hate from tha U.K. to United Slaves ‘n’ my T.A.B.E. is 12-9 / tha rhyme zealot, crime felon since tha time of Helen of Troy / my intellect does not abate tha fact that I’m paranoid / build tha real to destroy tha fake, artificial MCs I authenticate, Knolege God authors rage with grace immaculate, concepts scholared scholastic / tha vocal tabernacle harmonize 6 centimeter gashes…

[Twisted Science]

melodic thoughts hypnotic like sippin’ 12-packs, slippin’ like no galoshes, fell back ‘n’ let tha clip spit/ holes in your cipher is seen thru like Amber Rose on a Sea-Do, pimp ‘n’ pander grammar on a preview/ poise poignant, flamboisterous vocal coitus, eat you like Soylent Green, authentic vs. augmented titty buoyancy/ if there was a choice you’d pick me, I’m like keef, beer, whiskey ‘n’ grenadine…

[Twisted Science]

I sling diction that leaves MCs hangin’ like Mr. Cooper ‘n’ David Carradine with his dick in a sling/ tha Rap King of tha streets ‘n’ tha bing that snatch CREAM quick/ I prefer West Indian chicks from tha Caribbean/ thick like shorty’s been feedin’ off carrageenan since she been a shorty/ only “shawty” I know of’s 12-guage ‘n’ it’ll “Popov” like cheap vodka that’a put holes in primadonnas’ parkas/ ‘n’ Cardigans directly hit/ lyrics drippin’ carcinogens ‘n’ arsenic/ come ‘n’ test me like carbon 14 dates/ I throw darts sharp like double-edged razor blades kept behind boricuas’ lips/ 8ths on tha inside of my Timbs/ cyanide rhymes/ higher than 16 hits of LSD shit cuz tha mind of mine’s spent like dollars ‘n’ cents…

[Twisted Science]

I ain’t got a tan so I front 5-2, paint my name on your hand ‘n’ put your mind in a noose/ watch tha lies that you choose, splooge cyanide rhymin’ at your crew, spit tha 9 to put a ninja in a slight snooze/ 40 days ‘n’ 40 nights in tha ICU,I put MCs into comas, they might never make it thru/ ravens crave to take tha fakest pagans away, my cadence displays aviator shades with champagne lenses, Science remains Twisted campaignin’ for social attention in tha vocal senses/ float above the ignoramuses even with tha brain weight, it’s like Fate got changed/ praised ‘n’ berated, acclaimed ‘n oxymoronic/ pay homage to tha Gods of tha Golden Age/ Rakim Allah ‘n’ Wu-Tang Clan, I snoot 8 grams…

[Twisted Science]

these rhymes’ll grope your mental landscape, usin’ tha mic to enter your right temporal lobe, my rap’s tight like virgin pussy hoes unbroken hymens / high-minded Science designed this, Yahweh made Isis outta my right prime rib / tha Gawd’s 3rd eye sees thru America’s myopic mirages, my thoughts pull minds out of ear sockets / spit on tha wax with saber tooth piranha comments, approach tha cipher armed with 2 katanas / tha Gawd emits positive electrons when he spits neurons, my negative fury is lauded / tha Last Days’ upon us so I’m here to save tha lowly Godless when I bring tha thought Apocalypse / a chosen prophet lets tha Glock click-clack 16 of sick rappin’ from tha black pen to tha lined tablet / when I stand Gawd is right-handed, leave heads scratchin’ like opium addicts…

[Twisted Science]

tha paradigm rap paragon, international like maritime lawyers, esquire pseudonym like Tom Sawyer / coy, I void words, parastroik the verse with boisterous Sigmund Freud verbs / voyeur how tha goy’s herbs, my voice disturbs status quo like Jesus, throw terms that make you Van Gogh your own ear ‘n’ eat it, Mic Tyson like Sean Price, you Gods rat like mice ‘n’ heathens / take a rest ‘n’ breathe in tha collegiate scholarly shit that’s needed like plasma pheresis / quote tha Science yo, who gonna teach this ? how I exceed tha most mediocre tedious / broke tha sound barrier just by thinkin’ it, in a cell sick like anemics ‘n’ hypoglycemics / Milo’s tha meanest pyro maniacal, I burn leaf ‘n’ leave lined sheets bleedin’ / verses is fired when I see irises ‘n’ eye pekidness, Pyrex thoughts knot up noggins ‘n’ causes microscopic harm like parameciums, rather parameci / your weak rhymes need to be redesigned cuz they can’t compete with mine, what I speak is 45 cal ‘n’ I ain’t from Shaolin, I’m So. Cal till my life’s spent ‘n’ I return to tha essence / chief executive officer, I’ve learned existence is conditional, so I’m epicurean existential / luxurious furious purist verbalist that murks cliques like raps just a scratch on tha surface shit / I work underbelly with a kerchief, hundred felonies fell from me like David Berkowitz blinded by tha serpent, hundred years, I earned it, hundred beers, I prefer it hundred, aye yo, I deserve it…

[Twisted Science]

stay on tactical alert for when I converse perverse / 16 bars hurt worse than Kurt Cobain / my range of thought shot you in tha face, blood clots in your brain, aneurisms ‘n’ tha same / plastic semi-automatics is splashin’ ‘n’ cause havoc / gastric bypasses, I cut chests open with razor sharp hatchets, I leave tha mic in traction while me ‘n’ tha flyest hina lay back on a mattress / Heinekens ‘n’ 2 8ths of glass, my pen splashes ink ‘n’ laces tha pad with scholastics but it’s all semantics / paragraphs of deadly venom get presented when I split a chin / fitted hats on a wig / you know tha dilly, Milo’s skill reveals he kills civility / it’s tha ill in me that ain’t filtered / a rap contract killer, caustic compositions with consonants ‘n’ vowels ‘n’ pronouns that avow to leave families in shrouds/ CHA-BLAU / MCs I put in coffins with hardcore rhymes kept in tha God’s pocket / I snatch lockets as a Hip Hop operative / my sonnets take a big chomp outta artificial lamestas/ I suffocate rap with a phat epiphany / fuck you fags right in tha ass without a hat on my Jimmy / I vent tha pent up anger on you sissies, this banger intrigues ‘n’ leaves you bleedin’ / fuck reason / pack 16 in tha clip ‘n’ let 8 out tha semi, effin’ simpleton - your life’s been pimped by Science who leaves a psychiatrist puzzled / I’m required to keep my brain in a muzzle, I guzzle tha blood of my victim / son saw it, thought I kissed ‘em / my chivalrous thoughts burn crosses ‘n’ I poke fingers through your esophagus / pungeant like pot ‘n’ tha yeast infection in a broad’s crotch / I honor tha Laws ‘n’ read tha psalms that’re in tha Tanakh…

[Twisted Science]

approach tha cipher mask-ed, see tha crescent from my ’96 essence visit, fly away high like Lenny Kravitz/ spaz radioactive, fake crabs switch teams, my semi splits rap fiends like ass ‘n’ vaginal cavities/ I’m doper than ese’s with tha flat piece, antiswagger, I speak fact yo, I ain’t a braggart/ tattoo tha Wu “W” backwards, tha “M” stands for matter, adverse to your wack verse/ stacks I craft, 48 bars 48 tracks, record vocal cords that smash ‘n’ torch half-steppers/ stab methods into tha verse, use tha tongue sharper than lesbians, refrain from tha white horse like equestrians/ snort amphetamines, call me a staunch methodist, Hip Hop needs an exorcist/ lucky this rhyme is phat like Science pecker is, life is a speck to be analyzed like my crime psyche/ tha 45 gleam, not even Ra’s as bright as me, astral travel, get irie with Bob Marley/ kick it with tha Lion of Judah, Haille calls this tha Science of Buddah/ smoked opium with Cobain, hold a symposium with Peruvian cocaine piled on tha podium/ 730’s on tha left side of my throat, baptize notes when tha God spoke, I rob folk for CREAM, drugs ‘n’ coats/ thug or no, I don’t give a fuck, shoot you in tha dome, take pics with your iPhone, shit’ll go viral/ I could flip Knolege ‘n speak of double helix spirals or teach of tha holy Tanakh, Qur’an or tha Bible/ you MCs is false idols, I spit 48 bars without a friggin’ title/ this verse deads fakes like Michael J-A-C-K, dual-bladed flame shaves MCs with hatred, angst ‘n’ anguish, call me Langston Hughes that’s trapped Caucasian shaded/ I change devout atheists to call me God with a barrage of 4 pound threats, my thoughts is like thorns in lions’ paws/ the OG soul controller cause entire hood sets to fold up/ pay me taxes ‘n’ I still scold you like you’re young/ just cuz I’m Hip Hop don’t mean I won’t employ tha cops to trap you ‘n’ pull your tongue muscle thru ya throat, spar with Milo, I’ll make your corpuscles explode/ you buckle from these quotes/ I carry duffels with kneecaps ‘n’ 44 magnum toasts ‘n’ 7 of my last cipher victims’ toes/ Knolege Born to debilitate bitches ‘n’ hoes with my short bone thickness in their throats/ you ain’t dope yo, that’s just a figment of your nose, Scientific, tha man, tha myth, hand me tha mic I got a 50 gram flow…

[Twisted Science]

stained-glass lyrics shine like 2nd generation Nigerians, imperious gear gets stained like periods / Science Shakespearean furious at tha state of rap, berate tha wack ‘n’ take it back to cassette tapes / fuck y’all millenniums, I’m better than a hundred 10 of them, infestate your Pentiums, process how these Stanza’s stay Blunted / garbed up in bandanas I rob your clique, opulent dominance, I got a lotta scars ‘n’ 1’s on my wig / jooks tha party ‘n’ barge in like a Taurus in a china shop, gimme awards like I was Ty Cobb / eye’s in a pyramid like I was Horus, look over tha river Jordan, I see archangels on chariots / these bars strangle nefarious, I take a hatchet ‘n’ bury it like backwards Caesarians /after CREAM for pies like Bavarians, tha mic broke so it’s been jerry-rigged, I’m doper than Marion Barry ‘n’ Lamar Odom, script lines ‘n’ post ‘em, yo God, check it – my brain’s been broken / all I can do is flow, do it great or just go away, stuck in the Devil’s cage, authorize to raise my level of hate / demonstrate innate proclivities for impulsivities ‘n’ affinities to purist Hip Hop / the antithesis of Drake, Wayne, Minaj, Rick Ross ‘n’ Waka Flocka, I set flame to ‘Ye ‘n’ GayZ / a vocal smash ‘n’ grab, I ogre your habitat, poach words, my mental scepter blings like diamond carats / tha God Science is cherished by fallen cherubim ‘n’ various North Central South Americans / I’m oh so garrulous like bindles sniffed in ghetto tenements, dope traded for stolen pendants, foliage is twisted in Zig Zag spliffs / fuck skinny jeans, my pants’ tha baggiest, swollen diction stabs you bitches like Caligula / Milo’s mathematics can’t be grasped without a Abacus, rap scavengers get splashed at like Agatha Christie plot Twists, tha way clocks tick, I cock tha fifth ‘n’ revert Hip Hop to circa ’96…

[Twisted Science]

buck wildin’ childish with lyrics ‘90s stylish / UFOs ‘n’ alien intelligence, I leave a bitch smilin’ / all tha while I creep with her niece / freestylin’ over boom-bap beats, I’m Hip Hop from tha top of my noggin down to my steel toed workboots, camoflauge fatigues ‘n’ Milo’s creed is his virtues / stay covered like a Muslim bitch in a burka, purple kush blunts blazed laced with 2 grams of fishscale cocaine / fuck fame, you rap sellouts held with tha commercialists spellbound / X amount of rounds float out my mouth ‘n’ poach MCs like animals hunted down in tha African Sahara / Science scheme like tweakers that chase dragons at the end of bubble pipes, belt buckles get tightened / I’m hungry for clash of tha rap titans, I snort rhymes after I write them they so dope / I rudely grope tha mic ‘n’ pulverize competition with advanced abstract compositions regardin’ reincarnation / surrounded by savs, heathens ‘n’ pagans / Milo prays to tha God of Abraham, Isaac ‘n’ Jacob / a Messianic gentile that tries to stay Judaic / tha Vocal Apex, I guzzle vodka bottles / cravin’ to eat fish tacos on a 69, whether pussy MCs or bitches I feast then guide it in / I spit heavy iron lyrics ‘n’ numerous shots is fired, I pick fights in ciphers with my 3rd eye higher than skywriters / Milo rhymes with astral gifts givin’ to him by the intelligent Designer from father-mother conception, XY chromosome spirals, I bless kids with synonyms from my rap bible / once upon existence I battled Archangel Michael ‘n’ Rafael while Guatama Buddha did tha beatbox / toss me 10, I’ll get you 3 rocks / I got tha spot where tha yola rolls / here’s a dime, gimme some coke / you tha flyest berry I ever spotted, I’m a go cop a cookie, spend with me tha night, my pipe’s in my trouser pockets / I got some Hell’s Angel crystal too, turkey baste your anus with 2 ‘n’ a half grams ‘n’ your pussy stays waitin’ for my genitals / you a Nubian princess with a curvaceous body worshipped like a temple / fuck gentle yo, I’m a ruff neck, my rough drafts spike tha punch at high school ditch parties / my brainwaves stay bent regardless with without Bacardi / Hip Hop culture enlists daily for tha army / my rhymes boggle minds, tha God of 48 bars cracks spines when he literize maniacal / I raid record companies holdin’ mini-14 rifles, I stifle tha CEOs that’s trifle then cremate Hip Hop ‘n’ bring it back to life, rap’s Milo’s mistress ‘n’ HIp Hop is his wife / what I write’s a fight track, Twisted Science tha sickest cat that splash scholastic prose like Jack Kerouac / Glad trash bags of hash ‘n’ 2 backpacks filled with crack mixed with rap, I’ll leave your ears ringin’…

[Twisted Science]

noggins is stifled like rifles / holder of tha title / at tha right hand of God’s my rap bible like archangel Michael / every time I rhyme it’s a 90’s revival lyricized by Science / tha country’s divided down tha line of commercialized verses versus MCs / wear a kerchief as I spit liturgic sermons plenty / my shit carries weight like 10 ki’s / I get in your dreams like Freddy / machete fresh meat / paragraphs choke ‘n’ cause a stillbirth beginning / existentially I’ve no ending / splash you like binge drinking / I’m no saint like Asisi / lyrics leave me easily / King me like checkers / feel tha lyrics like a sea breeze / hatred reverberate / return to sender / critics get burnt to cinders / they could kiss tha phallic member / adventures of tha Caucasus God Body / lookin’ for tawdry chickens that’s pretty ‘n’ thick in tha body / Twisted’s omni ‘n’ you’re not even present / 730 with ill
rhymes / but did you catch it / attention deficit hyper / ”Jump Around” like Everlast in a cipher / I leave you femcees in diapers / in a mic fight I sniper point blank / loungin’ like a chaise / chastise tha fake / by tha way / I rock like Iron Maiden / faded ‘n’ spliffed / goin’ through changes like menstruatin’ / tha hook is baited / ”Face tha Nation” / save tha nation..

[Twisted Science]

I pee on you lyrical peons when tha m-I-c’s on fiercely ‘n’ stealth / assault conspiracies with a felt tip / with more theories than Elvis alive / cats get despondant ‘cause tha God thrives on Glock nine phonics derived from Knolege ‘n’ Science Twisted / I leave minds spinnin’ like rims / transcendent till my spiritual ascension / non compos mentis / blow a spliff tinged with innocence derivatives / flip wigs / livin’ Hip Hopcentric / an idiot-savant or am I an enigmatic God? thoughts is flawless / broads take off they bras when tha God spits high endurance high tolerance / what I brought’s synonymous with burnt offerins / tha Most Sovereign Operative / it’s preposterous to assume otherwise / tha Wisest Sage’s rhymes supplied secretive ‘n’ arcane-like trick minds drunk off St. Ides / lame lyrics is despised ‘cause they kill Twist’s friggin’ high / while mine's enshrined / weak Mcs get tha 4-9-3-11 in their fuckin’ eye / as I stand by reclinin’ ready to shine / sniffin’ lines or spittin’ ‘em / either which way / your nostrils’ getting’ split down tha center in tha interim / fuckin / rhythmic systematic symptoms spit by tha Icon in Bronzed Timberlands…

[Twisted Science]

48 bars, 48 8ths, my brain’s weight contains knowledge ‘n’ wisdom, it’s Knolege God, my thoughts barrage tha central nervous system, Jeffrey Dahm you idiots insidiously livid, pitiless is how I render you helpless / big as you is, why you such a bitch with tha felt tip? see Science name carved on tha relics / swipe your ice ‘n’ melt it, 360 Celsius, take a selfie flick with movie stars like Ellen did / negative melanin zealot, 2 time felon, lace tha relish with 4 Hip Hop elements/ sharpin’ my blade, check tha carbon dated, abilities to spit bars is raceless ‘n’ ageless/ my statements are rivulets of imagination on tha faces of time, nickel plated intimidation’s insinuated / praise tha mage of rhyme, sport a jacket, I take Iraqis back to Mesopotamians / tha forefathers were Abraham, Isaac ‘n’ Jacob with Ishmael, Is-rael, clips empty ‘n’ shells propel right thru your pelvis, tha Rap Khryst neuron accelerant, refrain swine ‘n’ shellfish / your compilation rhymes is rag time ovulation rap, bloody messes like after Pac ‘n’ Big got clapped / demonstrative I’m tha most rap dominant ominous, pull your spine out your collarbone socket with chaotic thought processes, I get higher than dwarf stars ‘n nebulas, I’ll send you to the essence / head 1st, I exert expert excerpts ‘n’ remember, less is worse / I stay Osiris Science al-Sayyid, crash a whip like Al Fayid, Gemini searchin’ for Pisces / trapped on Earth, I’m who tha Khryst be, tha rap ayatollah, smoke a bowl of cola till my ears ring / spliffs fade like memories ‘n’ clips empty 16s, thievery leaded me to eons in tha penitentiary, your weak teams’ steezes gets shit on with tha Rap Geezus vocal diarrheas / I leave notes leakin’ ‘n’ skeet on any sub-breed, Costa Rican, European or from Sierra Leone / your swag indicates you’re into transgender benders, I bend words to tha 9th degree / tweakin’ off 200 with 151 in God’s bloodstream, flush CREAM cuz Knolege Gawd King Tut gleams / red beam dot’s at your noggin, sought tha Knowledge ‘n’ Wiz, Understand tha True ‘n’ Living God’s within us, thought’s over octaves set off tha metropolis pensive / transcend anybody I got problems with cuz if needs be I’ll just stab ‘em with tha pen…

4/12/14 ©J. Webb

[Twisted Science]

aye yo, I’m cold hearted, Milo sips arsenic, when tha dart’s spit, it’s as sharp as laser precision, so dope I got tha mayor of Toronto ‘n’ Lamar Odom both in my kitchen, I ain’t as big as Nikko, but yo, MiMi still kissed it/ so raw, you could step on tha rhyme 12 times ‘n’ 1 flow’ll still leave your ears twitchin’/ still draped in camouflage garment ‘n’ Timberlands, Marlboro’s tha new cigarette, the new armament’s the internet/ it’s tha latest Intertech ‘n’ now every Johnny-come-lately think they prolific when tha pen bled/ dense in tha head, yo really, I got dents in tha head derived from whip flippin’, that’s why they call me Twisted/ tha veil was lifted, I ain’t killin’ innocence, in a sense that’s 1 of tha conditions of spiritual indemnity/ my rhyme goes on for infinity released in salvos, you lame ninjaz eat Alpo/ ashy faggots, you use Oil of Olay with aloe vera, your producer pitches while you catch it like Yogi Beara/ I’m from tha Golden Era of rap, you cats’ all forgettable with irreprehensible chintzy bindles/ makin’ my bars sharper with tha resentment I’m harborin’, vent what I’ve invented, send it piercin’ thru your cardigan…