Twisted Science Cypherz

[Twisted Science]

let’s raise Hip Hop from tha grave yo, I resurrect it ethereal from tha burial, tha plot thickens/
reincarnate tha track when Milo kissed it/
spazzin’, piercin’ flak jackets with mere words, spittin’ lines sniffed off cracked mirrors/
formidable youths are lead wrong ‘n’ fed malnutritious
commercialist formulated ignorance/
I brought scripted vitamin M to get in ya hypodermically/
I curb my want ‘n’ need like enthusiasm/
I spark a twisted Cuban looseleaf ‘n’ tell Lucy I’m home after madd years locked in tha Belly/
fuck a celly, they may tell on me ‘n’ cramp my steez/
I splash verbal ink out all these run-of-tha-mill rappers/
Johnny-come latelys, thought I saw him at Theo-Lacy but it was Wayside Super Max/
when I get out I need a righteous wiz so I could wax her ‘n’ we can grow ‘n’ build/
what I emote fills tha moat around tha castle of my dome…

[Twisted Science]

MCs stay on alert, it’s tha man behind tha kerchief/
assert, I empty clips 1st to all these supposed questioners/
I lecture verbal conjectures, tha Earth swerves backwards till tha whip hits tha curb/
sniffin’ 8ths by tha gram off a bitch curves ‘n’ then she suck till my dick hurt/
wipe your lips, Science, tha mighty titan/
nickel-plated grammar I’m firin’/
call me tha God, Osirus/
gaze at my 3rd iris/
Milo spyin’ thirsty, 730/
this grown folks’ rap, so master your domain/
yo mang, I sprinkle fishscale cocaine while ya stank ass sniff Rogaine/ you grab dicks ‘n’ I stroke brains/
droves of y’all fags get ya swagger stabbed ‘n’ gotta use 2 fuckin’ canes to walk away from tha cipher/
y’all liars ain’t never been near random gun fire/
my Hip Hop holds tha sun for ransom, emasculate you MCs ‘n’ kick you in tha nuts so hard you feel it in your grandson/
razor sharp, double bladed guillotines ‘n’ scimitars/
I throw darts scripted, 3 strikes/
4-9-3-11, Twisted Science rollin’ with see-alikes/
tha Jesus Christ of MCin’, you get penalized for what you brought to tha prelims/
breath heavin’, hoes choke on tha penis/
yo bitch, deep throat tha verse/
collapsin’ lungs on my jokes, laughin’ as I bust my load/
taggon “Milo” as I snuff a rival MC, don’t lemme go in my rap bible…

[Twisted Science]

penny for every thought, a mental billionaire/
smirks ‘n’ silly stares at your wack verse yo/
you ain’t prepared for tha Blue Eyed God/
visions of sackcloth, 5 venoms, 7 deadly sins with Sloth/
entombed in New Jerusalem calm, nosey archaeologists gather in throngs as pawns/
grave mistake/
Knolege sharp as clefs/
guesstimate, tha fake won’t be livin’ long/
emigrate to tha States confused ‘n’ encased in rage/
infused with hatred, patron of ancient ways/
raid Spain ‘n’ engrave “Adonai Yahweh” on walls of caves/
enthrall tha masses like 8 balls of glass, put on your glasses/
stall ‘n’ catch my breath/
tha Coke Apostle blesses thoughts that molest tha alphabet/
throw out sounds ‘n’ implant diphthongs with Timbs on, put Hip Hop on top of tha crest/
I flex sickened psalms that taunt nonchalant in any font, from tha 1st to tha last breath…

[Twisted Science]

A-alikes to see-alikes, creed astral travel at tha speed of life/
heed tha wisdom of tha wise/
faggots grab it when they pattin’ down tha penis size/
out of habit I reacted now I’m stickin’ pens like tha side of a
cactus/
9 planets revolve sun, yo son, what I wrote’s tha highest rung/
when Science blow up rap, crabs get my name scribed on they right
lung/
papis’ autopsies show me injections of Oxy Codeine, ironpalms explode, call ‘em rosie/
cat got okee doked for his stash, tha average dopefiend, never kept his nose clean/
most of these fit tha stereotype, but pick tha wrong area, you’ll end up deader than malaria infections…

[Twisted Science]

16 Bar Illiad

ill syntax kills tracks, 16 bar illiads get spat, wearin’ Gilligan hats / I throw curious darts furious that excavates thoughtwaves like Julius Octavius Caesareans / Aryan Syrian Bavarian Motor Works / it’s like word to mother Science is, there ain’t no other / supplies is limited like oxygen throughout the air / hold up, I post ‘n’ lamp cold like stares / I tear holes in your theology ‘cuz my philosophy’s remove those finger rings plus them fake-ass Wallabies / strongarm your verse ‘n’ splash thru your skirt, land you in a hearse / believe, you ain’t tha 1st / or last, Science, tha man, tha myth / while Twisted sharpens his sword, y’alls is playin’ with your mantits / check how all you faggots’ assholes dampened at my arrival / yo, check it, put all of Milo in your piehole…

8/3/10

[Twisted Science]

Bar None

swear to God, I never spare tha rod / I beat MCs to tha pulp ‘n’ drop tha mic when I’m full / I cultivate culture math cults in a sober state / Range Rover drove me like eggs from ovaries that I impregnate / incinerate grins with tha sin of hate akin to Fate / temperatures raise, I sprain a track with phat flows, your 808s sound like Casio / retarded with snares ‘n’ kicks / light tha flare ardent, verbal arson, hodari Science al-Sayyid / heavily guarded bars of 16s up in tha cartridge / empty discarded clips surround me on tha carpet / I thwart your advancement all scarved up, you get carved up / Twisted Science is number 1 bar none…

8/4/12

[Twisted Science]

Argue

argumentative is how I approach tha mic / throats get sliced when MCs suck on tha mic / extended or concise, my trife vocabulary’s crispy / set up in 12s, 24s, or it’s just 16 / history repeats itself when lessons ain’t learned / 20 years up in tha bing, I still snatch a suede purse / ungodly hobbies, disappear like John Glottis / cocky mob bosses sippin’ Courvosier in lobbies / rat finks throwin’ shit up in bitches drinks to have their way with their stinky pinks, claimin’ ambassador indemnity / flippant ‘n’ glib, I make tha mic flip / empty a 9 clip, hot rhymes pierce right thru your wig…

8/4/12

[Twisted Science]

Milo’s synonomous with Knolege like Telly Savalas is with a bald wig ‘n’ Dum-Dum lollipops / now who loves ya, baby? I escalate things ‘n’ never pity fools, call the A-Team but tuck your chain when ya see me, ‘n’ Roger that / Wilcox, Roger ‘n’ Zapp, I got a ill flow ‘n’ shade my grill under a Los Angeles Dodger hat / I ain’t your baby momma’s father, she still calls me daddy / crabs, I land rap uppercuts ‘n’ jabs / upperclass, y’all could never foul me, psychoactive Killah God / I smoke grass but not tha kind that cows eat / cause ‘n’ effected, conscientious objections / subjected to my verbal threats in so many words, what I’ve imbeded / in my own head, incessant irreverence piques my interest, my rap sheet is quite a paradoxical sentence / these paragraphs are indented by tha rap Christ / my Gnostic Hip Hop Gospel’s thought jotted to make y’all act righteous / Science hyphen Milo tha Giant, Goliath-type / analyze my sign of Gemni, chop tha rhyme ‘’n’ sniff it twice / Golden State Warrior, the orator, verbal scorcher / sharp as swords, the Art of War is strategy / Hip Hop coarses through my veins tangibly, burn tha midnight oil / I chop ‘n’ swipe in tha dark with tha pen until my hand bleeds / too many chefs make tha cake spoil / loyal with tha royal crest, it just reflects tha flesh / a hater behind editorials / rhetorical rhetoric, metaphorical swords slice tha 7 heads off tha Masonic president / caustic, acknowledge the symphonic prison resident / philharmonic apocolypse now, Viet Nam Thai stick, cough when I hit sloppy, hair-on makes you groggy / aqua with 360 kickflip nollies, Twisted walks from Christmas to Lent flippin’ lit New imp / my bars attack vicious, written arts ‘n’ crafts / Twisted, I scar tha track armed with paragraphs that my pen spit / by far I’m tha sickest, sicker than AIDS ‘n’ syphilis mixed with clamydia / my lineage, Science, tha literal literary Olympian clad in chainmail, Dickies ‘n’ Timberlands / on a whim, my wit empties chambers ‘n’ clips / tha most cantankerous ravin’ madd lunatic, heavy weight like 2 bricks / “A Clockwork Orange”, Stanley Kubrick, my ultraviolent tendencies / y’all can’t see me like ultraviolet shinin’ to reveal what you bitches’ hidin’ / lock tha safes, hide tha keys in their vaginas / divided we fall, we stay united / Science in tha red light district, migrants buyin’ packages with 28 grams in them / funny taste from when you smoke it, lain’ back on tha leather sofa, minds open like ginko biloba…

[-ABOVE]

dope

[Twisted Science]

dilute your innocence when I spit, hypnotist hypnotizer / off script I ignite fires when tha God spit/ pull in tha drawbridge, Lancelot thought cavalier / lampin’ in Lebanon with God, bit off half his ear/ these crabs rap garbage text ‘n’ all should sport braziers / Gillette threats castrate you fakes, for this it takes years / swervin’ through tha burbs in a Suburban, workin’ this urban chick to let me get beneath her surface ‘n’ be of service / subversive words get exerted when I purse my lips / the absurdities of Earth, I take it past tha next level / snatch tha purse to remain on schedule / my cannabis is medical at 1st, tha pain worsens, pay off tha average jurist / to which master’s you a servant? my domain’s of free reign, take tha CD out tha case ‘n’ I breathe flame / Smirnoff ‘n’ weed heal my painstakin’ vocal mosaic / I grope fact while Rozay’s a former CO ‘n’ can’t change it / layin’ back on tha throne on tha dais, droves of wack MCs approach to see how God made it / from scratch, navigated nuclear attacks from Uncle Sam to Japs yo, now that cute Nip is on my lap…

[Twisted Science]

rugged, rough draft ruffian / wicked Twisted Science seduction like bitches’ titties prior to tha breast reduction / gushes fluxuate when I crush fuckers’ nuts ‘n’ sluts undulate to tha beat of tha drum / Speak ‘n’ Spell, count your T Cells / Hasidic Jesus, teachin’ heathens when I’m speakin’ on tha same air I’m breathin’ / double helix to tha amniosyntesis to tha full term delivery / Moms taught me chivalry but still I spit on you bitches / sadistic, lace tha spliff with cake, start spittin’ like Drake, regain cognizance ‘n’ bite off my leg for such shame on a ninja / antithesis of an MC, the epitome of a bitch / yo Black, go back to Canada with yo’ steez ‘n’ Lil Lame take y’ass back to New Orleans / hold tha fort down, my sword evens a score like a 4 pound / Wayne’s a faggot lettin’ Baby fudgepack it / prawly ain’t put CREAM on BG’s books / halfway crook that’s shook like earthquakes, I come with force of a Hurricane Katrina / better call PETA, I’m after you dog / you a former pig, get your Science right, you a unclean hog / Rozay ain’t no boss, back to back, count to 10 ‘n’ then we draw / but naw, at tha rung of 4, I use my tongue as a sword / carve up his lung in 12, 16 or 24...

[Twisted Science]

my pockets pack disaster, toss tha flyest daggers / bag her with diameters, I don’t even ask ‘n’ she says “damn that hurts” / acquiesce tha mic title, Science arrives ‘n’ the Orthodox sport a “heil”, goose steppin’ down tha New Jerusalem Synagogues aisles / temple’s tha body, mami chula, Hershey’s kisses as nipples ‘n’ giggles when I lick her inner thigh tickles / I’m quite fickle for tha arts of bars have been ignored / where do you think it all started? a hundred thousand million light years away’s where my charted thoughtwaves remain / astral traveller, time ‘n’ space is contained within tha God’s brain / superior father of verbal terrain, exquisite physics / livin’ livid for all this rap malnutrition in existence / recipients know not tha truth, tha nature of tha sentence / frivolous constituents listen but ain’t hearin’ it / go play with that bubblegum rap, I’m a lyricist…

[Twisted Science]

spade ‘n’ neuter MCs, Lex Luger with a ruger / ya need a tutor, thought you was fresh ‘cuz you was sportin’ a Wu shirt ‘n’ you fort from New York where lyrics came from / stay true to tha culture, how could I slay one? rhetorical, my sword come to take tha scary’s larynx out with tha paramount thoughtwaves Black, ya flipped aghast ‘cuz that’s what tha God’s say / Caucasian Knolege God Body’s saucy, verbal anomaly / tha Beast caught me, I make tha belly ache / Ls get flamed, hell is Fate for jealous Jakes who chase ex-felons who change from illicit cakes to pens ‘n’ felt tips / in tha pen, waitin’ for decisions from tha 9th Appellate, shanks ‘n’ shivs get slipped in faces of child rapists ‘cuz injustice must be served for innocence / cut off tha faggot’s giblets / active or PC, Twisted’s Sadistic / half-wits only grasp half tha lyrics I splash, contact like visits / forge a sword made from liquid spirits, Science swipe tha metaphysical / all you MCs is identical ‘n’ individuals is integral / really, I’m here to make things difficult ‘cuz I’m livid at you mediocres, skiid or sober, I still got mo’ words / positive for cocaine ‘cuz my shit is dope / growth spurts exert when my words spot rush turfs, I fill a hearse with MCs / ninja, please / my finger squeeze faster than Ramadan, no chance to bereave tha fatal casualties / added, sums of Mathmatics, tha difference is Supreme subtraction / attack tha track with a howitzer, stationed in a bivouac / kids today live all wack, I give a crap ‘bout your habitat / I splash introductory ‘n’ ask questions last, last rites / last ninja to have his last supper with Christ / run up on a Philistine, I hugged tha nine ‘n’ filled his mind with ill rhymes of highly civilized Sciences, tha tribes of men with hue / fused, tha paleskin Caucasoid with God truth / Twisted Science alias, the Albino Yacub / y’all crabs ‘n’ slobs is Keeways ‘n’ Damus / fucker, I’m pepper sprayed down to my Underoos sportin’ bulletproof under my bubble goose / y’all like artificial holograms of Pac while I got backpacks with Macs ‘n’ duffle bags of Juice / also, I studied tha moves of Bruce ‘n’ Sun Tzu shrewd, sagacious / my soliloquy’s loquacious, spray paintin’ Milo One at the train station, razor blade sharp styles wild, carve my name on tha window on tha Rough Tough ‘n’ Dirty / 730, avoirdupois, babygirl you never hearda me, but vouslez-vous coucher avec moi? my depth is eons beyond / thoughts recognize tha Godly knowledge of Knolege God Cyphah / keep my dome shaved like Sampson vamped by Delilah / Lady Godiva femcee, TEE-HEE, I see your vagina / arrived to tha cipher like 3 Jesuses, my superego’s id is an egotist ‘n’ bitches is like “ain’t nobody wanna make a seed with him” / take her to see La Boehm, I’m cultured, tha thug poet laureate / in tha pen with Mom dukes supportin’ him, Southern Cali coordinance, cohorts attempt to sharpen they sword like him / prisoner of war, neglect tha pork ‘n’ beans havin’ dreams of God in New York sparkin’ trees / sharpin’ tha dart, verbal M-16 with multiple cartridges harvested hollow that ninjas swallow, Science, tha tuti capo / Wu Chronicles accost tha novices with 380 Glocks that spit dark thoughts like gothic kids, walk into tha light / my bars scar tha night, scarved up I rob rappers for their swagger with a mic, collab with God I got tha ill rhyme flow / semis, I splash you flimsies ‘n’ make you strip to your skivvies swiftly ‘n’ hand tha cash to me fast, trails is trippy / lysergic acid diethylamide flashbacks, faces start dripping / kis of cess bless, in L.A. we call it stress / my pen is on hydraulics, my thoughts is brolic / for all is not lost like wallets, I leave tha mic scalded / Hall ‘n’ Oates MCs think they hoity-toity stee can step next me, when I think it’s like there’s 10 of me / almighty Science, tha God Body on more psych meds than Ozzy / put me on a track, you know real Hip Hoppers would cop me / from Auschwitz to Ashkenazi to United Slaves, I read my Anne Frank diary ‘n’ place shit to tha East like feng shui / combustible, Science reclinin’, Intelligence Designed it indestructible / Russian Roulette, treachery / Arm Leg Leg Arm Head, 3 hundred 60 120, Yahweh is the Utmost Lovely / from Caucasoid God Body Twisted, to Black Asiatic brothaz ‘n’ sistaz, with a pair of perky Hershey Kisses on their breast ‘n’ my sperm jizzed on their Sunday’s best / address tha Union after I scrape babygirls cooch which is a mucus membrane / do your Grey’s Anatomy, gas leaked from ass is ether which is Outer Space, I gouged Fate ‘n’ you rap homos put your mouths on my snake / my boy r.i.p. Hense flipped tha Civic, broke my spinal ‘n’ split my wig, they did a circular incision circa ’96 / Science as Milo Onek began in ’99 at age 20 devisin’ rhyme back when rap was still live / self-ordained Knolege God blessed by Souljah Allah the attribute Twisted Science back in 20 owe 5 down in Donovan doin’ time / paroled 20 Ten, addict actin’ dumb, deaf ‘n’ blind / robbery caught me 2 with 10 added for strikes / now I’m in tha SHU with my See-alike Yusef Ali, my God’s tha God of Isaac, Jacob ‘n’ Ibrahim / Twist Sheist got serpentine schemes like pyramids / snatch tha ice wrist ‘n’ my Sky Blue Irises heist dimes that resemble Isis / tha verbal Christ, I’ll bring Hip Hop back to life…

[ArcherPriest]

hard bro, shits dope

[Twisted Science]

testify how I rectify, 730 my sword swerve / cut vocal cords, MCs is hors d’oerves / the paradigm of rhyme exhibitionism, ism wisdom / existence is a paradox ‘cuz I swear to God I ain’t gay but you resemble chicks with your lady-like approach to deep throat tha mic, bleedin’ from your crotch / I make true Hip Hoppers’ heads knock off like a cheap remake / naked Superman pcp, Chris Reeves ‘n’ Dean Cain each draped with 3 capes on / more fly than bulletriddled bulletproof thoughts that Science snuck thru / my contraband taunts a man’s spirit to come up out tha Earth vessel ‘n’ return learn-ed like Syrians at Christ’s level / bearded fearless, behavior tyrannous / geared in fatigues ‘n’ I lear at ninjas that’s not funny ha-ha but funny queer / Richard Gere rumored to hoop gerbils for years, Science cooped up, penitence for criminalist activity accusation / burn frankinscence ‘n’ blow trees with Joseph Mary at nativity scenes / how I believe is heavy, get tha triple beam / bevies of MCs think ‘cuz they faces is pierced in strange places ‘n’ they all inked up that they a sign of tha culture, remainin’ dullards / I script vivid colors, pallid Twisted paints descriptive off tha verbal pallet for your mental palate / my quill draws rhymes out tha holy chalice…