Twisted Science Cypherz

[Twisted Science]

they can’t disarm me, like that Simbionese Liberation Army ’n’ Patty Hearst/ I’m more hard than 6 feet of dirt/ snatch a Gucci purse/ blow a woolie dipped in sherm/ I throw terms understood by Gods in kufis/ word/ my verses is like tha Bosom of Abraham/ Elijah was reincarnated in tha Son of Man/ brand monograms on your flesh/ who’s next to wear Science Crest? ya best be wearin’ a iron vest/ Milo got more street cred than Kanye West/ I’ll grab that White Jesus chain off his chest/ then inject terminal hepatitis in his vagina/ money don’t make men ‘cuz it’s men who make tha money/ bitches, cars ‘n’ CREAM – y’all spit redundancy/ here’s tha summary/ I spit purist rap cutlery that’s serrated/ you’ll be irrigated ‘n’ fumigated when I serenade this jewel made like clam irritation created by a sand grain/ oceanic activities/ I got frankincense/ where’s tha live nativity? I spit wise epiphanies while all you femcees is on your back like Michelangelo in tha Sistine…

[Twisted Science]

aye yo archeology majors discover my cassette mixtapes ‘n’ question who’s tha God, I exist eons beyond tha greatest in tha genre’s conduct, I laud ruck ‘n’ rep ordered chaos, my brain itself’s brawn/ bound to catch fame like viral dot coms, XY spiral yo, put my DNA in bronze/ torpedo pawns make moves when my finger thumb snap, fuck rap yo, I’m out for CREAM ‘n’ that’s that/ psych yo, Milo’s pyro maniacal, my 3rd eyesight don’t memorize it, I just write raw ‘n’ put it in tha Pyrex with meth on tha side, I wear infrared goggles to invade environments/ make sure to take your purist vitamins, tha most rap fervent, tha most Shakespearean imperious/ serials get rewritten when tha stolen 4-5ths clip spits wit, carry Mossbergs under my trench coat/ embodyin’ music, I drench notes, Hip Hop’s my culture, raps my ambrose, often I slam hoes from tha back/ your rap only attracts hoes that’s bland, I grab ghetto booty tramps that’s name brand/ from tha grave flashback to Mom-duke’s vagg extract, I’m huntin’ for a bitch with a cervical cap/ horizontal vertical, in tha horizon, I see tha name Science engraved on tha side of tha Sphinx/ get thru life high or with madd bribery, even my 3rd eye stays Siamese, I leave tha microphone peeved cuz it never rests in my presence, my arduous exodus of bein’ caught in tha fleshes is never 2nd guessed/ check it, I’m destined to reign the astral plane ‘n’ gain accolades, acclimate to tha trends that I change/ send audacious statements in text messages, I’m supreme clientele ‘n’ I’m also tha president…

[Twisted Science]

genealogically, I’m tha Hip Hop God of prophecy, you rappers is all novelties that stop at 16/ positively negative, I’m tempestuous n’ vulgar with swollen words that pulverize tha rhyme, I’m a 9 toter/ I poach words, let’s see who cuts the other’s throat 1st, tha toast spurts holes in ex-voters ‘n’ the innocent/ bliss is ignorance, this sentence is penned while I’m in tha pen servin’ sentences, I blame crimes on addiction/ tha catalyst of Earthly perdition, Iblis plays for keeps of your jin, permanent sleep of your R.E.M./ fuck you ‘n’ your party trends, duct tape your grill, cinder block your ankles in the L.A. River till your lungs fill/ blunted skunk skills crush you run of tha mill MCs, my purity never blends my Benedictine diction with complicity yet I refuse to inbreed, DNA mix like blood, rum ‘n’ grenadine/ I’m not at liberty to discuss my rhyme supremacy, blindside in a limousine, tha dumb, deaf ‘n’ visually impaired eventually stare at tha truth in tha square, optic nerves get ripped ‘n’ teared to where facts get perceived ‘n’ interpreted to how Science spouts tha perfect shit BLAU in your noggin like a 4 pound/ get tha tourniquet, wrap your neck with a serpent, my demographic’s tha learn-ed urbans who curse tha Christian churches…

[Twisted Science]

C-Cipher-Powers is cowards, 11 guilty with 1 doubter makes jailers become
ousters / constellations shower as God emotes outwards, your flow flounders ‘n’ like Esau I come out 1st with tha clout of words / my verses last for quarter-hours, Twisted’s thought’s dark like Guinness stout, I carve bars with my mouth / if in doubt, sniff a pound, I’m crimi-nal minded with tha mindset of education / Science was described as a leviathan in tha Torah, you vagina cliques need to go sharpen your swords up / scores fall victim to tha lack of chorus, chloroform words are exported dormant ‘n’ extort vocal cords / I’m heavy like a forklift, I levy bevies with every thoughtwave tha God sprays trapped in tha stockade / I impregnate beats when tha bass ‘n’ snare ovulate, madd scholastic tactics travel up tha birth canal with no profilactics, proliferate this rap shit / pro-liberate tha Black kids ‘n’ all the other mental slaves on tha planet Earth, I stab rap actors with a classic verse / overpack a hearse with graphic words ‘n’ spit ‘em backwards / axioms get fractured, flash my passion for true school Hip Hop, tha God holds rap atonement like tha Pentacost…cuz I’m brighter than tha sun god, I read tha dictionary for fun God ‘n’ crack lumbars with just 1 bar / my pen paralyzes Heismans with Orion references/ Dionysus, Science, Sagittarius/ you buy it, you break it, kaleidoscope minded phrases Intellect Design how I say it, designer decorated / echinacea-goldenseal combination got me immune to these fake cats, slap ‘em in tha face / cut off their legs ‘n’ stack ‘em in empty potato sacks / attack their stronghold ‘n’ bang ‘em off stage like tha Gong Show’s been reinstated / pens leave cleat marks on tha pages, I leap lined hurdles thorough ‘n’ unfurl tha fakest…anus crews get wooed ‘n’ subdued by punitive elocution that shoots down tha hammer’s chamber groove / lodge violent thoughts between tha victim’s optics, pure Hip Hop from Killah God robs material opulence / I carry oxes, God’s persona slaughters archrival pontiffs like Pontius did / corroboratively flyer than 7 defected archangels that tangled with tha God, Heavenly bars strangle/ tha dumb ‘n’ blind chase dollar bills that got Horus eyeballs up in a triangle / cross the God, you get impaled with nails in your wrists ‘n’ ankles, also Science’ll eat your entrails…it’ll never fail to feel my scholastic syntax like Braille, Holy Grail rap with a sin tax/ trippy trails like lysergic acid, deoxyribonucleic graphics neurally enhanced / verbally I make galaxies collapse, Hip Hop is tha world to me, step on tha line, my rhyme’s bound to snap / grammatically, I change schematics dramatically all cuz you crab-ass rappers flash lyrical atrophies/ launch ill semantic paragraphs that attack you lops like Apaches / fuck where you from, it’s where your ass be, real MCs weave deep tapestries / you better pack a full metal jacket B, I pull mental rabbits that’re half-dead outta top hats ‘n’ my cock’s fat / tha God enacts purist rap fervent where hooks is straight superfluous…

[Twisted Science]

vicious since Hense flipped tha whip ‘n’ split his own wig, his soul floated, I’m holy like Yeshua ben-Yoseph/ co-own fame yo, my modus operandi’s precocious like I was still 5, iller than cigarettes dipped in formaldehyde, my pen growls in rhyme, check tha mind state for Jewdys Khryst’s sake, my hubris shines/ holdin’ 2 Beretta 9s, golden mega microphones flame with Milo’s pyrotechnicalities/ dope flowin’ like snow shoved up my nose, I wrote books like Maccabees ‘n’ Tobit, splash enemies, I leave ‘em soaked like their water’s broken/ every rhyme I write becomes a rap slogan, I stab emotion in tha back/ send tha most insincere condolence with condescension in it, my dominance is intelligence with tha weakest level of melanin ‘n’ pigment/ Intel’s in my noggin regardless I’m out robbin’, droppin’ mosaics of octaves…

[Twisted Science]

thoughts is formulated in an orchestrated way that brings strangulation to fake-ass corporations/ bury your faces in nickel plated AK sprayin’, leavin’ blood on chef’s apron from rap victimization/ pens parole with 5th spittin’ prose in ink, decades in tha bing, only pussy close to me’s when you speak, my vocal cords got cleats, fuck your awards, yo, I want beef/ fuck you till you bleed out your nasal, tat tha God’s name by your navel, I got verbal stigmata by my wrists ‘n’ ankles, astral fuck your mom, snort Cain when I’m Abel, snatchin’ chains ‘n’ cables/ fuck my precious, I’ma hit tha gate lookin’ like Smeagel, so keep my mind on my lessons/ Kabbalah Yahweh, body is tha temple, mental’s nimble, darts sharp like pencils with sniffles from gram bindles, flamboisterous, enter ciphers with BLAM noises greetin’ me/ so pekid, I freakishly resemble semen, so smart Stephan Hawking refers to me as genius/ Jewdys Khryst with tha nickel gleam shaped mic, praise Science rhymes, fuck 5 Mics, I want 5 9s which comes to 4-5ths, utilize verbal vernacular ‘n’ make rap orphans…

[Twisted Science]

aye yo, watch tha birdy, I’m 730, verbally, there’s none perverse as me, it’s like Tony Perkins nurtured me since I was nil/ raised to be ill, crashed in a whip ‘n’ now I need pills, my fangs’ll give you gills, this phrase is like a stillbirth/ still thirsty, I eat you pussies out of courtesy, my tongue got AIDS ‘n’ now you’re burnt like me/ gears spasm, give a eargasm when rhymes appear off tha nearest tablet, raise rap out tha cheerless casket/ now let’s get 1 thing established, I’m an ink addict like I’m fully tatted with metaphors ‘n’ adages/ drink Khryst’s blood outta humble chalices, pack bundles of malice, you bite my rhyme, you eat my pallid dick/ Science stays shrouded by callousness, I’m new style like Calvinists, I have skeleton keys ‘n’ Alan wrenches/ Abraham descendant twice removed, I stay tha God yo, temple’s tha body, fuck your religious world views…

[Twisted Science]

I’m like a fleet of deacons fightin’ pekid demons with allegiance to tha collegiate sense since I was a fetus/ my semen’s a venomous secretion, my pen bleeds ‘n’ feasts leaflets like it was an incubus/ muted, deaf ‘n’ blind, show ‘n’ prove with a tech 9 clip emptyin’ endin’ ninjaz’ auspiciousness/ true school beats fuel me to roll tha cipher like a woolie, attack MCs with my Star of David jewelry/ never flash, kill tha messenger crabs with their featherweight mediocrity/ their thought leprosy is like fiduciary poverty, it must be eradicated like a drug addict’s aspirations/ point blank execution-style verbal assassinations take place when Science voice graces earlobes/ plant C4 in your earphones, medicated meditation, all I hear is “I wanna go home”/ kidnap victims with rhythms that create visions like acid trips with my hands on twin biscuits/ take a life with what I’m givin’, create wicked wishes, remember, I can’t be mentally imprisoned…

[Twisted Science]

fleshes destined to perish, my thoughts cherished at Sheratons like Sarah’s bareness, merit this protected by 7 holy seraphims, speakin’ Germanic languages back to Indo-Aryan/ panic spreads like Knolege tangents, Euro-Anglican, I’m from tha bureau of bangin’ clips/ lampin’ with the ancient Judaics, dust to dust, royal flush, sharp like mammoth tusks, bars like cannon busts/ scar mics like grams of dust, part minds like sacks of nuts, stay true like mathematic axioms, equations with variants ‘n numerators carried with denominators/ call me tha tomahawk rap maker, tha God fact dragon chaser, act my age yo, I contain an old soul, many bodies I’ve inhabited with 1 solitary cabbage in it/ battlin’ demons, brandish my semen, from Nazareth to tha U.S., my elocution executes heads/ it was once said, ya best protect ya neck, now all you rappers materialists ‘n’ shit/ which is funny cuz y’all immaterial at this, paper chasin’ till you meet your Maker at the abyss/ Jewdys Khryst, tha Jewish Savior of tha Mic, put this verse on tha conveyer into your frickin’ mind…

[Twisted Science]

aye yo flashbang hand grenades trap fakes, my rough drafts reach out ‘n’ strangulate like an outlash of local magistrates/ slap rappers in tha face with my backhand, leavin’ tracks with syringe scabs to offend tha bland with tasty issues of flavor, break ‘n’ misuse any ninjaz name with lies like mules ‘n’ 40 acres/ United Slaves can’t predict Science from tha greater district of Los Angeles, bend you over ‘n’ my prowess gets amorous, I’m tha logos like 730, let tha lead spit ‘n’ remove your soul from tha physical, complexities, literal, I burn coal in the astral plane/ thoughts heavy yet subatomic, my sonnets activate philosophical exchanges, I’m secretive like Switzerland ‘n’ Cayman Island bankin’, hang out with Skull ‘n’ Bones members doin’ Freemason handshakin’/ Black ‘n’ Caucasian, I’m tha true boss yo, I’m behind bars while you’re a CO claimin’ shit/ fat-ass lame bitch, I hold twin semis with your name scribed on tha slugs, scud poems/ I lace darts that take brains apart via neural burglary, ain’t no perp like me, my verses caught your perjury/ you resemble smiles aligned vertically, my jewels’ bubonic Germanic Teutonic/ let Glocks clip ‘n’ leave 20 grand in your pocket, my brand is Scientific, walkin’ off with a half gram of spegack in either snotbox kid, chasin’ tha broads with hourglass figurettes, my authenticness nonstop ‘n’ bionic, worth more than 6 million dollars, in camouflage, Timberlands ‘n’ a tilted visor, I assault 85% civilians with Truth ‘n’ Knolege God, wisdom is tha wise/ understand tha rudimentary heaviness flaunted, I bring light ‘n’ heat to cold blinded 3rd optics/ to know even a pagan can be civilized ‘n’ righteous regardless the iris shade, Twisted Science, tha mightiest of modern day Hip Hop sages, I speak to reptiles, mammals, apes ‘n’ Mother Nature/ I’m tha Hip Hop Rap Savior Jewdys Khryst while you speak fake words, I lit tha fuse of tha mic/ it shattered when I laughed at tha photo in your portfolio, I spit ill like polio ‘n’ hemorrhoids in your janky ass, I snort flaky glass ‘n’ fake teams get gangraped when I spaz/ Positive Equations Activate Creative Emotions, it’s kinda obvious I ain’t your average lamebrain Joseph/ I stoke kids when I lyricize cuz I’m tha God Jewdys Khryst Twisted Science, that’s ‘nough said…

[Twisted Science]

my Timberland boots split jins like 4-5th biscuits to corny-all ninjaz’ wigs, your myths get disproved like Christians when truth ‘n’ wisdom’s imbued by tha rhyme missive Science spittin’ like saliva venom derived from tha mind of Twisted, like 9s clip emissions, suffice I put your style into remission/ from my term division behind locked bars in prison, my arm got a M carved in it cuz I’m meticulous/ when I kill you pussies with synonyms or I’m lickin’ it, you’re feelin’ it, set tha course with tha metaphors/ rap’s my dirty secret, 730 speakin’ fecund, Hip Hop’s my paramour ‘n’ I got more words than thesauruses/ into Brazilians, boricuas ‘n’ Ecuadorians, as long as they got cheeks that measure 40 inches…

[Twisted Science]

tha verbosest well-spoken prophet, open tha 3rd optic ‘n’ speak to God with 16s, tha toaster nickel gleams/ rap dope like flat pieces of crack ‘n’ Glad bags of amphetamine, snortin’ roofies ‘n’ ketamine/ stay quiet ‘n’ let tha Beretta speak, brolic solid like gaseous acids, disconnect tha fragments/ factions of grammar penned into improper fractions, Hip Hop demographics shatter after Science wit’s drafted ‘n’ recited, captive on Patmos Island with a phat flow God, Desert Eagle, desert camouflage/ flash-bang thoughts leave you bewildered, Killah God kills a God with just filler words/ pilfer tha lime light, spit so hostile, it’s as if I despise mics, spill my guts like stillbirths/ strangle MCs with umbilical cords, slap ‘em with placentas ‘n’ a Mac-11 sentence…

[Twisted Science]

Science, tha father of invention whose diction’s positioned for tha mission, switch it from tha back, stiletto stabbin’ 6 inches/ feast from tha tree of Knolege God, refrain from swine like Farad, my Beretta 9 spits holes in your mirage, thick hoes post in tha garage ‘n’ I piranha tracks, leave tha marijuana on tha dash/ rob you for your hood pass, finish my project off set, I laud threats ‘n’ surahs from tha Qur’an, bet/ I fought death ‘n’ got 8 lives left, 18 for tha Pyrex pharmacological, stay on tha right cuz I’m logical/ frontal lobotomy rap is dropped by me, caught up in combat, MCs leave in need of colostomies ‘n’ fuck Grammy nominees, go to tha club yo, you’re bound to be robbed by me or 1 of my cohorts/ it ain’t a live show till my throat’s sore, it ain’t a dope rhyme unless it comes with a nose snort…

[Twisted Science]

ends justify means, rugged ruffneck nickel gleam, brushes with death, life seems loveless/ spit my CREAM on tha back of her butt, rub it in with disgust ‘n’ start deep discussions on philosophy/ talkin’ about rap philanthropic demeanors, snortin’ dope grams ‘n’ drinkin’ gin outta 2 liters/ check tha quotables on tha reverb, I beast words ‘n’ leave beats with fevers, bitches remain hella eager/ feats magnifique like 3 Derek Jeters, let tha weed trees burn, damn Yankees act janky like sheisty tweakers/ MCs don’t sing like tracks with Tyrese featured, fuck you hard after I eat your beaver/ come in with tha lead verse, earn me a thousand skeezers, more raw than coke in a broken Pyrex beaker/ hail me tha metaphor Caesar, metamorph from tha God to Homo sapien form/ spirit travellin’ astrally with my Heavenly faculties, God raps like me ‘n’ he wins Grammys/ I’m just lookin’ to get a gram in me, savagely, fuck cash-hungry crabs, you rap like crash dummies…

[Twisted Science]

tha rhyme mural is fat like bitches’ girdles is, I’m purist underground so fuck where tha surface is/ Science make tha world spin, 730, Kool Herc mixed with David Berkowitz, I only enter clubs when I go to work fully kerchiefed, rob tha worthless down to their tighty whities, alert your central nervous to give it up quick, incite initial 4-5th eruption, put a 50 piece hole in your wig/ throw up 2 triangle Star of David, chosen way is Judaic, go to local bodegas ‘n’ purchase 40 ounces/ verses get doused in kerosene ‘n’ burned down below where tha ground is…