Twisted Science Cypherz

[Twisted Science]

invested in what I’m destined in, check it, I set tha precedent, full of hate ‘n’ slanderous sound bites like Trump ‘n’ Mexicans out of context, I’m complex with a God complex, shoutin’ octaves that Glock block your sonnets with arsenic/ thoughts show promise across tha margin, my dart’s lunged tha farthest, fine motor skills retarded, my bars are arduous ‘n’ cathartic/ if this track was commercial, I’d want no part in it, full circle, subversive Hip Hop yo, I’m immersed in it/ purge my wit, Science Berkowitz, splurge tha verses with heavy wordage that brings death to every last person/ my tracks cut necks with guillotine abilities, thrust forth with Memorex tapedecks ‘n’ battleswords, crabs get forced to think what you faggots spits worthy of rap awards, I cut off both your legs, now what is it that you’re standin’ for? brandish heavy-handed 4-5ths, tha megahertz of my cordless creates auditory orphans, laud tha morphine that tortures me, wearin’ a raspberry beret with Prince’s doctor forgery, killafornia poppies in tha forestry/ metaphorically, I’m deeper than what tha Holy Torah speaks ‘n’ yo, I got beef with tha whole corporate steez/ I’m tha White Michael Jordan when I speak fleek, amphetamine tweaker, slappin’ mics, I slam speakers featurin’ Saturday Night evil fever, my peter stabs beavers of skeezers, have a comp-tition to skeet 1st, my cognition couldn’t be deeper…

[Twisted Science]

I exasperate your wack half-ass aspirations, tha Glock is sprayin’ cavalcades of clips, domination, callin’ it prominent affirmations, subconscious thoughts emanate in ravens brought to radio stations for starvation/ immaterial, you claim imperial yet are stark naked, 1 of God’s bars’ so hard you could carve your name in it/ Jewdys Khryst cadence ain’t for payment, it’s to save ‘n’ retrain you pagans with the effusion of tha God Caucasian/ half man half amazin’, snort a gram in my suede Timbs, flamboisterous, I lamp loiterin’ with thoughts thicker than a goiter is, destroy your myth, I could make a 5 switch back into a staunch Christian/ tha lauded God prophesy, my armory’s tha Kabbalah ‘n’ rocket launchers aeronautically, taught your medulla oblongata who tha God be, so slide off them 2-finger rings plus tha Wallabies…

[Twisted Science]

I’m an Olympian with trees twisted in 1st Corinthians, tha verse shapes wigs riveted like Ha-re Krishnas/ my holy bars is far-fetched to many ninny Christians like Darwin chimps ‘n’ gibbons, opposing thumbs ‘n’ 8 digits/ my pen swerve tha Bell Curve like statistics, auspice authentic, Truth shine past augmented breast jiggle, flex tha flesh tissue, bless threats nimble, line up tha quarter gram bindle, cram tha sniffle/ grands for temporal exams, I lack sanity, grabbin’ fat gluteus max glands with lubricant/ tha BDS Klan ravage me, spray cans ‘n’ travellin’ as a spegack fanatic in my Dad’s Camry/ I’m the abbot of tha rap abbey, call me T. Science yo, tha T stands for tyrannically, note my axes, XY chromosome, tha rap bandit Lost Nazarene, I’m tha God, no mere man can damage me/ his majesty, majestic lavish, grant no savage amnesty, shit happens organically, snort tha crack direct out tha packaging/ not collegiate, tha God feigns Mephistophelean, my bars stain leaflets like my heart ‘n’ Stephanie did/ I cleave myth, breathin’ crystalline inebriants with Exsept, Real ‘n’ Hense like ’95 ‘96/ my Hip Hop increase like bitches with extensions or consecutive prison sentences with a bit of recidivism in it…

[Twisted Science]

after tha Glock spit, you realize your noggin got hit, death raspin’, gaspin’ for oxygen, mausoleum of intolerance/ Knolege this drama, piranha trauma, I’ma get me a sticky Nicki Minaj broad with tha blonde wig on/ wearin’ 3-inch clogs that slip on, my Hip Hop is authentic way beyond you false bitches/ they call Twisted when they want a spitter, tha whiskey in your liver, bang your mother raw then I tip her/ codeine is forced in your drink, fuck sizzurp sippers, obliterate your existence since tha beginnin’ of tha verse/ stop, pivot ‘n’ jerk tha trigger, words is on reserve in Science archives, end rap apartheid/ scarves ‘n’ 9s, my bars blindside tha dumb ‘n’ blind, suffix tha rhyme with strife, bludgeon your mind with blunt lyrics/ flood tha sky with cirruses, Jewdys Khryst appearances are eventful like 1st periods…

[Twisted Science]

tha most com-plexest, thought process in tha cosmos, change tha name from Damo to Sancho, I got flows that’d chase Drake back to Toronto, kung-fu flick snipper gonzo, clips ‘n’ ammo empty ‘n’ blow out your candles at both sides of tha wicks, tha mind’s a 5th, cut off your lips cuz you ain’t sayin’ shit/ slayin’ ravens sacrilegious with Anglican cadence desecrations of a rap abolitionist/ synonyms ‘n’ stimulants with a lack of temperance, my pen drenches mathematic rivulets, factions of Jewdys Khryst rhyme schematics kick like 5ths ‘n’ Timberlands, aneurism dividends, I pay in insolence…

[Twisted Science]

sendin’ missiles that cripple mentals like traumatic brain damages, my literal literary conquest bombs thru vests meant to protect fleshes from gettin’ sent to the essence, any contestant best have vocal Mac-11s / get your ass molested, focal tha global with local locos that tote toast loaves, puffin’ cocoa rolled with forest groves, fuck a chorus yo / I ruckus in discussions that open eyes like Horus, corrosive lines erode your noses / San Diego to L.A. to West Oakland, Blest Coastin’ la vida loca la Cosa Nostra type shit / tha brightest minded rhyme kid supplies shit that woulda made Einstein flip / holdin’ tha pen to tha side when I script, lickin’ dimes till they shiver, blow my nostrils I’m so coked up, my dick stays limp / attractive, proper ‘n’ prim, wifebeaters ‘n’ Timbs, lit spliffs ‘n’ 16s in tha clips, Grim Reaper shit, nickel-gleam deuce-fifths / fake crews lit my fuze way back in ’92 before the ese’s was taxin’ graf cliques / tag M-I-L-O 1, sippin’ 151, still spliffin’ methamphetamine with tha deaf ‘n’ dumb / blind you Daddy Warbucks fuckers ‘n’ shove swords in your sons ‘n’ babies’ mothers / decapitate you brothaz ‘n’ walk away with your g-packs ‘n’ 20 bags of mustard / I’d rather have half of justice if God can get none than other, ‘n’ yo, my mental’s on rainbow colors / rufflin’ featherweights with slurs that never change face, quotations sink ninjaz like cement shoes ‘n’ no floatation , copiously’s how I write my name, I only know to go against tha grain…

[Twisted Science]

verbally, I’m like Hercules with serpentine schemes ‘n’ liquid hatred in a thermos drink, I stay turgid up in a curvy bitch, theologians no longer question God’s existence once they hear Twisted / multiple sclerosis lyrics appear when I exhale, you feel it like razor bumps / sippin’ ale, I wail on bitches with chunky rumps ‘n’ fat cunts, snortin’ fishscale off my thumbnail / swords cut off tha head of Satan, piss drizzle in tha Holy Grail flippant, short tha mic ‘n’ shock rap participants / I stay clad in Dickies ‘n’ Timberlands, since tha track’s genesis they call me his eminence / Twisted Science, tha man that snatch diamond pendants ‘n’ claps viruses at the ignorant / flashy idiots, my verse burgalize your tenement, imperial material baptized outta iron clips / 60 grams break tha Pyrex, my 3rd eye sight’s beyond tha flesh / recessive, regressive like sendin’ souls back to tha God head, my Hip Hop causes duress ‘n’ pops 10 into tha God’s head / spreadin’ pestilence with my name etched into the essence with aggression / you rap crabs pale in comparison to tha Rap Khryst who got blue eyes ‘n’ tha palest complexion / your booty shit belongs in tha softy tank or tha septic, Masonic gang signs get flashed from tha mind congestion / tha rhymes molestin’ tha dumb, deaf ‘n’ blind plebeians, I eat you pussy MCs like a lesbian / hatred tirades fly at your face ‘n’ cause migraines, I make tha mic ache / you need a pilot’s license to get as high as this, a priceless irate mic tyrant on tha rise kid…

[Twisted Science]

trapped in tha bing, labelled rap king, I grant no amnesty, from Los Angelees I slam oceanic MCs/ shrimp ‘n’ scampi crabs live up under your panties, put upon a cross nailed by my hands ‘n’ feet, I can’t bleed/ turn full-blooded Africans to half breeds, I lamp flashy with blasts of half-grams of crack ‘n’ hashish till I can’t sleep/ your wack steez is crappy, my antique’s crafty, I love fat fanny menageries/ put a backseat to savagery, magna cum laude rap, Mao Tse-tung Science’s rhymes stab fact/ fragmented fractions give pregnant chicks contractions, splash domes like foam from alcoholic beverages/ I’m a Hip Hop purist separatist, tha humanoid God 7 caught in tha flesh, my Pyrex thoughts is prevalent/ optimist or pessimist, profiteer off my prophesized legendary weapon spit/ suppress negative emoticons like prejudicial evidence, explosion photon bombs/ poetic, prose Kabbalah Qur’an, heads get severed quick, leverage, reach into my bag of tricks, let tha gat spit/ don’t act combative, rappers are left bound ‘n’ gagged, on your bitch’s ass I left my handprints/ semi-automatic full metal rap jacket with tha fitted hats, MC enlisted man M.I.A. at the P.O.W. camp/ there’s none as dumb as you, tramp stamp my name on your forehead, I fascinate ‘n’ emasculate like fags at tha cabaret, palette’s whetted, I bang mallets ‘n’ sip on cabernet sauvignon/ a verbal vagabond with vocal nomadic travels, I grapple mics like UFC battles, I always got tha winnin’ raffle ticket/ you fake bitch with an Adam’s apple, dick ‘n’ testicles, hoe, drink my protein shake, tha shit is edible…

[Twisted Science]

never changin’, molest your brain with disdain laden statements, mask on my face like Jason at Crystal Lake/ commiserate life from ‘’95, tha pen ‘n’ prison, tha new paradigm, sky blue iris yet don’t stare at the paragon, you’ll go mute ‘n’ blind, fluent in crime rhymin’ enscripted, Jewdys defuses lies, ruses ‘n’ tha mythic/ suburban legends left in ruins, antiseptic inflections infected, that’s how tha 7 do it/ 730 as tha neck states, Science iron chainmail on tha breastplate, protect tha solar plex, I flex rage aggressive, resonate algebraic questions with exponential equations, geometrics gleam on leaflets, work shown to prove I throw diseases, denyin’ skeezers 3 times each like Simon-Peter did Jesus, color scheme’s ankles ‘n’ wrist bleedin’, tha author slaughters you demons like Romulus did Remus…

[Twisted Science]

I’m doper than tha coke I smoked interwoven with ginko biloba ‘n’ East Coast beats keepin’ me afloat over broken sofas, tha vulva culprit on Sepulveda, la vida loca, mida yo, 2 libras of stampias por medioina, Medilline with reefer, voice leakin’ out tha speakers/ deceivin’ speech, choice to flame with poetry, came back, risin’ as a phoenix, ash on that broken sofa’s upholstery, encode prose on tha walls of the Sphinx, 3rd eye blinks ‘n’ misses tha rhymes I preach, spit Science for titans ‘n’ kings, my rhymes tight like vaginas in Lycra B/ turn ciphers to death traps, flesh lamps, yet I flex math with quotients ‘n’ fractions/ attack with acid upon tha whole planet like serin in Damascus, emo-terrorize like Syma Iraq did…

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

bruh this the paragraphs of math

[Twisted Science]

searchin’ for broads with bods like Kim K, tha pen sprays verses aimed, spit with a kerchief on tha face like Ghost/ from L.A. to Y-O, I walk blocks with Vogues on my Timbos, those on tha fence still catch shrapnel in tha throat/ smoke bones in tha Rotten Apple with barracudas ‘n’ jackals, Knolege God is Wisdom, shine tha white light thru tha prism/ caught in tha fleshes, caught in tha system, no lo contendre non compos mentis, won’t contest it/ vexed from life lessons, tha best MC with my complexion with a rap God complex, I blow yola, is you on deck? I pawn bronze verses ‘n’ lob threats, separate your ex-skeleton from your ex-flesh/ I killed tha Hip Hop game, I confess, spit rhymes like phlegm, I rep tha opposite of je tem as if I spoke fluent French/ Jewdys Khryst abuses mics, bruisin’ minds like Stanley Kubrick flicks/ speakers get contusions, I spit acappella, fuck tha music, fuck awards ‘n’ fuck Coachella/ I named tha roaches in tha cellar, I chill with al Queda cells, I spend 20 hours a day in my cell/ I enjoy playin’ with myself, callin’ my nuts tha gruesome twosome, missin’ that sweet ‘n’ nasty, that gushy stuff/ ruffneck thug, I love butt sex, ain’t nothin’ on tha God’s mind but sex/ lookin’ for sluts who give it up ‘n’ sublet their private stuff, look out for tha brushes with death 1s/ spread my wingspan like hawks, my thought’s an ox, I keep my physique in L.A. but I astral travel abroad/ decline tha swine like Farad, tha Wu symbol’s inked on my left arm’s bicep, mics get strep throat after I bless it/ it’s tha verbal exodus, read from my journal, it’s hexagram circle anti-exorcism…

[Twisted Science]

loveless crushes got you rap ninjaz suckin’ dick till testiculars bust with vehicular concussions/ Picasso paint brushes wave percussion, wake up to cocaine in tha Dutch, I leave brains in crutches/ gravediggin’ beyond 6 feet, Gods mob in fleets, Spencer For Hire, I’m like Hawk with heat/ constantly in tha struggle, Constantine in tha bubble goose Kevlar vest whose bars is finesse/ flyer than flocks of egrets, no regrets lest I settle for less, mercenary thoughts stay fresh/ I create ‘n’ cremate Hip Hop, my neck remains in tha slipknot, I’m as big as God/ kill braincells sniffin’ epoxy in Zip-Locs, spliffin’ zips of pot laced with raw, I’m tha thorn in tha lion’s paw/ talk to me on Mt. Zion, respect Twisted Science ‘n’ tha Tetragramaton…

[Twisted Science]

interrupt the intermission with rap mathematics that smash basics like algebraic subtraction ‘n’ addition / I’ve been here prior to existence, conditioned with more sex drive than 2 Caligulas / master web domains with imminence, my flesh is brains, this text is sprayed complex di-rect up in you ninjaz’ face / rap attracts ass that’s fatty like lipids, flippant, I’m Twisted on joints that swing like trapeze / I heard you spit, I’m thinkin’ you’re a mental amputee, my verbal aphorisms bling, I’m like RZA, Canibus or Cassidy / your whole clique got some sort of cerebral atrophy infliction, your frontal lobe cortex is limited / Scientific’s rhyme’s so dope you should be sniffin’ it, you get your rope snatched then I let tha 4 splash a hole in your goretex, extort your silly ass for your skinny pants with my sword at your neck yo / I Ted Bundy tha verse to even tha score, my rhyme molests tha mic, I breathe lime green herb pungent, like clementines / check it, my Ed Gain rhymes bend your minds, throw you out tha cipher of God Science Divine / there be no next time after you face tha God, treat you like thick curvaceous broads ‘n’ fuck your whole clique’s brains out / Kabbalah like Madonna Ciccone, I piranha tha microphone mystic, my Hip Hop is like Wendy Day ‘n’ tha Hip Hop Coalition, you spittin’s like empty clips in Glocks, there’s no firin’ pin ignition / Twisted’s sadistic with tha pen like Iblis to Christians, you swag rappers is fake like prosthetic limbs / authentic since tha gate, rudimentary Knolege travels celestially, tha rap paragon’s like hexagons ‘n’ polygamy, I ef her flesh till it’s gone, snortin’ line segments of amphetamine / I flame joints like effigies ‘n’ ash on you crabs ‘n’ you perish like congenital heart failure / in general your bars is stale words, to understand Milo’s shit you gotta learn Braille 1st / institutions ‘n’ jails, court restitution, Positive Energy Activates Constant Evolution / music crews get Judused cuz my fans’ll cop mixtapes ‘n’ fast forward right over where you spit / hit you from behind like a cute bitch, excruciate tha mind with Einstein leviathan titan rhymes / coochie music groups is loosely referred to, you baby rappers is way out past curfew / I filet sound to serve to you, puree you clowns with verbal 4 pounds to spin plates like Kool Herc do / on tha verge of burnin’ churches for lies sold, chapters ‘n’ verses convert souls to gold duke…

[Twisted Science]

never turn my back on her, she got my heart like Mom-dukes, mention subliminal in my psalms how I got you/ succinct or let tha saga continue, flash your thick body at promenades ‘n’ rock venues, you attract Gods ‘n’ ignorants too/ brood dark like obsidians, I shoot bars like heroin while we star at tha Sheraton/ mostly I’m arrogant, to you, we’re on that common-law marriage shit, every time I spit we make children/ truth be told, these skinny pants rappers make you unattractive, talkin’ shit they never had, never did/ flip their swagger backwards, my bitch got my rusty gat from Germany, I’m 730 ‘n’ to humanity I’m adverse/ perjury’s never heard from me, my girl don’t creep, I stay faithful on tour ‘n’ when I don’t sleep/ Hip Hop’s my bitch ‘n’ rap’s my mistress, Science is tha man, tha myth…