Twisted Science Cypherz

[Twisted Science]

marinate tha track, King Herod, lace tha battle stance / vocal warrior, open your eyes, see I’m a voyeur / liberated, call your lawyer, lost in tha transliteration, literized in tha literature, ya get tha picture? duct cassette tape your bitch-ass mouth shut / spit Gillettes from my tongue, cut your face up / laid up in tha corner, ready to torture, signs like Magnavox / loudly, magne cum laude, rouse tha crowd / espoused to Hip Hop / golden ropes around a MC’s neck in a slipknot ‘cuz these artists is more pussy than in between a bitch’s crotch / peace be to tha Gods whose legal illegality origins prior to my crew in tha Spun Fernando Valley / yo papi, are you proud of me? where did Hense go? I suppose he powderin’ his nose with Real, Cloud ‘n’ Zone / 206 bones crack on time rhythmic wit Twisted’s ingrown metronome, treacherous, trapped in Cali State sexless yet I remain hetero / all y’all is false like tha son of Japetto / when I parole I’ma buy a hoe offa Sunset ‘n’ Normandie wearin’ 6 inch stilettos / best time to have sex is when your fresh awoke / Heavens’ to Mergatroid, poised with fists clenched / never hesitant, I’m indecisive / why, it’s 730 - check tha throat/ razor sharp fingertips reach in, pull out your lymph nodes…

[Twisted Science]

solar bright Science, walk up in your cipher disguised, I strangle uncivilized, tha mighty father of tha rhyme / grime, I enter in a time when all you MCs is pretty, vegetarian style ‘n’ all y’all cats got titties / forgot where MCs started at, you guys wear tight pants like hags ‘n’ all y’alls is funny-style tha way you rap / with your drawl yo, you’re presumed ignorant ‘n’ it’s not far fetched from actuality with you soundin’ like victims of confused sexual identities / I’ll give you this, I’m cute, even I wanna kiss me / it’s no excuse for your sissyness, call this hissy-fit / strip down your skivies, I wanna see if this fits…

[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…

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[Twisted Science]

purvey tha way I sway tha mic when I survey ‘n’ spray at night or day / AKs or rhymes, tha last time of days / dig in tha crates poignant, I pen tha line then alterate tha stick as buttons is pressed, shots is hoisted / I hear voices from tha dead, 1 day I’ll join them, but as of yet I stay blessed within tha physical flesh, dressed in camoflauge / stabbin’ all applicants, wilder than stallions / stay in tha lab to laugh off tha pain, I spaz / fuck you cats, I’ll strangle you with your own chains, hangin’ from your medallions heated up to leave a mark on your face / Mark of tha Beast, 16 bars / all you kitties is straight infected with yeast / now we know where that funk was comin’ from / beat kicks, weed hits ‘n’ socialist views like a pre-hippie beatnik, that’s Twisted Science to a tee / except I’m in actuality a Libertarian-esque MC / more guns, less government ‘n’ lyricism is my liberty…

[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…

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[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…

[Twisted Science]

victimize ninjas’ cliques with lines / my sword’s a pen that cuts off MCs even before they spit a rhyme / laborious God like Horus squared on 4 corners / chase you back past the essence with alpha-numeric lessons / fuck a vest, I’ll subject you to true aggression ‘n’ choke you with your own intestines / this is MCin’, exit wounds is left with no entrance so fuck good intentions / Science’s wrath of mathematical equations flow grammatically / classical Shakespearean menageries of prose, my rap playbill’s hate-filled, in tha cipher you’ll get Fate killed ‘cuz next to Twist, ya TABE is like, nil/ plus I heard you work for Jake, come up short on your verse like Herve Villechaiz / all hollerin’ out, “da plane, boss” / negatively positive you tryin’ to be a pop sensation like Nicki Minaj ‘n’ Drake, Rick Ross ‘n’ Lil Wayne / pause, cut off your gay-ass faux-hawk ‘n’ take that ink off ya face…

[Twisted Science]

grab ya rosary, skulls get crushed, dick in your ovaries / long-term bids, kids get placed in hearses when my verse hit / firin’ out tha Suburban’s turret swervin’ tha tech-9 in highly technical techniques / all these MCs is mental vegetables ‘n’ Science gotta eat rebellious ‘n’ hellbent off intelligence that I’ve received / Iron Sheik leviathan derived from a guppy, script barracuda rhymes ‘n’ Jesus Christ is one that supped with me / Knolege sworn to uphold Knowledge Born, what I arrived with / excruciate a chick from behind, she looked like Salma Hayek / I was obliged to drive within her tha Science divinin’ rod / pay your tithes to God, I leave tha mic in gauze / pause, I’m illuminous like Ra on chariots / travel thru Sagitarious with vicarious thoughts of scofflaws that’s married to sectarian secretariats / yo it’s hilarious thinkin’ you could compare to this / with all that you say is of heathens, heretics ‘n’ pagans / actions permeate louder than any verbal statements / my thought waves get raised from local storms to global vocal hurricanes / I speak, you see tha Hip Hop that lays within my veins…

[Twisted Science]

I say jump, you say how high, a thousand times sea level / behead tha devil belligerent like a Christian / go tha distance, to excel within existence / I crush like puppy love all you punk Big Willie ninjas / true to Hip Hop’s tenants, I stay definitive / exquisite blunts with weed mixed in the air, I stay twisted / from tha gate I’m Twisted, what I create is Scientific / solid iron rap, white-hot fire of a helltrap / don’t like how you crabs behave ‘n’ act, behavin’ like you God’s gift to verse / here’s a newsflash, tha God gonna cut off ya nerves, feel me? like I pulled up your skirt, implanted my girth ‘n’ you began to hollar like this was church / tha birth of Knolege, invert tha Wu emblem / temple’s tha body, “M” is mentally lofty, thoughts is my employment ‘n’ my hobby / better than most yet not as good as some / trump a chump MC whose differences outweigh his sums…

[Twisted Science]

thoughts prophetic, kept within my melon, I seen it all / alpha-numeric, I infect tracks like Lou Gehrig / sport a chariot, effeminate MCs attempt to spit verses versus me, I thought it was hilarious ‘n’ quaint how he elected to use tha language / I filet’d him with tha dagger hid in my suede Timbs / I cherish Fate ‘n’ nurture deep hatred like a court-ordered parenting class / 24 carat, reap what I sow, I throw flows in glass homes ‘n’ laugh / cut cakes to quarter-grams / Science, on forced sabbatical cracks verbal clavicals / crabs, practice your tactical reactionary, clean tha stems ‘n’ seeds out yo’ weed like goldenseal ‘n’ cranberries flee tha THC out tha bloodstream / navels stay fuzzy, pay me hush money, I’ll never stop busting verbal thuggery / sharp like blood-stained cutlery, I stay cuffed in custody ‘n’ my shanks stay rusty / fuckin’ hussies, yo – Milo’s steelo’s madd gully ‘n’ lovely/ emotion pierce your skully / adjust tha fixed rate ‘n’ assimilate to how I configurate your physical state ‘n’ arrange a gapin’ hole in your fuckin’ face / love to hate a fuckin’ fake cat, who get they fuckin’ face smacked with a closed fist/ punk, who ya dad like Maury Povich/ hit you so hard I’ll leave 1 of your eyes above the other like Shannon Doherty, from tha Lower Eastside of New York to Southern Cali, I arrange plates of thought in tha galley to feast, y’all still want tha unclean uncivilized pork ‘n’ swine to eat / whatever, I eat feline ‘n’ skeet up in ‘em / when I parole I’ma get a vasectomy, but I’m so virile I’ll still get her throat pregnant / she’ll have droves of my load up in her midsection / gyrate, inhale tha amyl nitrate, thick dick you with my girth ‘n’ shove it in your face…