Twisted Science Cypherz

[Twisted Science]

Science, in alliance with crime rhymers, my mind defines the end of time like tha Mayans / rappers want classic 5 Mics in tha Source, my 4-5th matches tha casket to tha corpse / Arafat paragraphs trap tracks like court judges, I strangle cats with mic cord ruckus / so ill I’m disgustin’, so attractive I make chocolates ‘n’ redbones start blushin’ / my bars end discussion, my fleshtones tha same as both Armenians ‘n’ Russians / I stay blunted, kidnappin’ muthafuckers, cuff ‘em up tight, grab tha buck knife ‘n’ start cuttin’ up they stomachs over New York drum kicks, refuse pork but I’m still snuffin’ shit / what I script scuffs Timbs ‘n’, this artist brush wisdom, stuck within prison for the interim / flash jewels ‘n’ snatch pendants, I’m so dope, coca leaves is my derivative / Twisted, tha lyricist who spits syphilis at existence, I slit ignorant ninjaz’s wrists then drip piss in it / this Hip Hop I’m conditioned in, commercialism, I sign tha death certificate / revere Knolege God Science as his sovereign eminence, thoughts is limitless, cock tha 5th ‘n’ make him empty his pockets quick, tha Glock clicks ‘n’ his heartbeat quits, I carve TS on either side of his wig / walk into stations ‘n’ start clappin’ pigs miscellaneous cuz death makes me complacent / sophisticated Caucasian whose representation reaches out ‘n’ decapitates tha 7 heads of tha Beast ‘n’ Satan / I teach heathens ‘n’ pagans when I speak what’s written on these leaflets ‘n’ pages…, my 4-5th matches tha casket to tha corpse / Arafat paragraphs trap tracks like court judges, I strangle cats with mic cord ruckus / so ill I’m disgustin’, so attractive I make chocolates ‘n’ redbones start blushin’ / my bars end discussion, my fleshtones tha same as both Armenians ‘n’ Russians / I stay blunted, kidnappin’ muthafuckers, cuff ‘em up tight, grab tha buck knife ‘n’ start cuttin’ up they stomachs over New York drum kicks, refuse pork but I’m still snuffin’ shit / what I script scuffs Timbs ‘n’, this artist brush wisdom, stuck within prison for the interim / flash jewels ‘n’ snatch pendants, I’m so dope, coca leaves is my derivative / Twisted, tha lyricist who spits syphilis at existence, I slit ignorant ninjaz’s wrists then drip piss in it / this Hip Hop I’m conditioned in, commercialism, I sign tha death certificate / revere Knolege God Science as his sovereign eminence, thoughts is limitless, cock tha 5th ‘n’ make him empty his pockets quick, tha Glock clicks ‘n’ his heartbeat quits, I carve TS on either side of his wig / walk into stations ‘n’ start clappin’ pigs miscellaneous cuz death makes me complacent / sophisticated Caucasian whose representation reaches out ‘n’ decapitates tha 7 heads of tha Beast ‘n’ Satan / I teach heathens ‘n’ pagans when I speak what’s written on these leaflets ‘n’ pages…

[Twisted Science]

a lyricist, killin’ Americans, tha bad Samaritan, crumblin’ rap marriages with Blunted Stanzas that splash swag heretics ‘n’ leave ‘em holier than Catholic parishes, reload tha clip ‘n let tha barrel spit/ swallow tha hollow tip, you’ll see Death clearly like you just took some Claritin, Science name belong on monuments like George Washington modeled shit in D.C. after Egyptian obelisks ‘n’ various degrees of Masonics with Thomas Jefferson as his accomplice, John Hancock tha 5th ‘n’ put 6 in your noggin / an idiot-savant can’t grasp this Hip Hop I’ve planned ‘n’ plotted / Ts get crossed ‘n’ 3rd eyes is dotted, purist rap, you know I cop it, regardless whether God’s monotone or changes octaves often, pull out tha Glock ‘n’ empty tha robbery victim’s pockets / stick coathangers in you rap pussies ‘n’ abort tha track botched, blood begins to leak out in blotches / I beat you bitches with a whip that got locks in it, yo, you ain’t no MC so stop it…

[Twisted Science]

it’s tha Science, when I write verse I leave smoke ‘n’ sparks flyin’ outta tha pen’s tip / lines combine after tha ink spits / I’m tha pekid rhymer that’s equivalent to Christ Jesus, my soul’s part of Holy God tha Father / I smoke bubble pipes, bongloads ‘n’ straight shooters ‘n’ I serrate a MC’s past, present ‘n’ future / you nincompoops attempt to guess what’s more estudious my flesh or my spiritual representation / Twisted’s evolved evolution’s arranged with elevated human brains ‘n’ tha chompers of barracudas / my veins are coursin’ with Hip Hop, my cerebral cortex has knowledge dormant / I blow 3 4ths of a rainforest then suspend tha blunt’s lit tip with loosely tied Timberlands/ my limericks’re constricted rhyme sentences / get sent to do a prison bid ‘n’ they’ll take away your SSI benefits / I load every 3rd as a tracer in tha clip especially to see your face at night when I spit / I’m like tha Soviets spyin’ on rivals, maniacal / my pen’s an assault rifle, blowin’ holes in my rap bible…

[Twisted Science]

nobody’s at fault like Geraldo ‘n’ Capone’s empty vault / control alt delete, I’m tha #1 seed of MCs ever to exhale ‘n’ breathe / my text tells of the amenities of thought ‘n’ philosophies brought about when God puffs tha weed / Gs is cocaine granules cooked up ‘n’ slanged for CREAM / my laserbeam eyesight can all be seen by my amphetamine enhanced pupils, my irises shine like jewels / Milo’s dominance recessive prominent in how I bless this / ninjaz get sent back amongst the essence / back to where tha soulless reside ‘n’ I preside over existence existential / Knolege God roams metaphysical / my spirit’s liberal, firmament my dreams as stars ‘n’ take up literal literary space within tha universe considerable / I burn ninjaz like inverted pentacles ‘n’ live life whimsical…

[Twisted Science]

tha most distinguished linguist double-teams MCs obscene with verbal shots to either temple in tha cipher, y’all’s too simple / I snort quarter-grams sold in bindles off bitches’ nipples with tha sniffles, actin’ uncivil ‘n’ foul / knots get split by vocalized vowels ‘n’ consonants, monumental flavor like condiments / attractive like C-cups bouncin’ on a topless bitch, aesthetic lyricism outranks you average Jonathans / my pen scripts the alpha-numeric right for a thousand years / I appear in dreamstates with B-I-G, OBD, Pun ‘n’ Big L in a astral cipher with no guns / yo son, we all cough up a lung from blunts of Kush with Cushites, A-Alikes ‘n’ holy Canaanites / ‘n’ we all gonna get laid tonight by grade A dimes, British accent hoochies with accentuated booties / Caucasian Science allied with poor ‘n’ righteous thoughtworthy 5ers, tha God’s Earthly in his desire for peace, knowledge ‘n’ equality / Knolege God is demonstrative, wicked like Mephistopheles / a million of carbon copies all rush spots like me, hella evolved male bell of tha ball, verbal monopoly / thoughts rock philosophy like Platonic, Aristotle ‘n’ Socrates, exhaust all tha remedies…

[Twisted Science]

my rhymes is high tech, from tha basics of threat / infrared dots line up tha Hip Hop sentence with your head / tha tenets of my religious sect is truth, justice ‘n’ equality / all apologies, y’all can’t control me like arms that’s palsied ‘n’ shakin’ / like Paul Rhee, you’ll get your fuckin’ face clipped, livin’ my final days tresbien / phrases stay nickel-plated with recessive traits that domineer any volunteer / you’ll leave tha cipher with cauliflower ears, I verbally sneer with a vocal katana / local to global, dispose tha joint with herbal marijuana / sparked-ed, MCs get left in a carcass ‘n’ return back to where it all started / Knolege wis is my catharsis ‘n’ my pen is hella sharpness, I wear a scarf at funeral services for rap garbage / brought back to life as rap’s Christ cuz I anoint tha mic everytime I touch it, ninjaz fall in love with Science…

[Twisted Science]

lay my thoughts indelible, connect like skeletal arrangements in an array of visual displacement of Science trapped in a cage / by way of convictions of robbery made into correctional property, philosophies on street apothecaries / costs of numbness I can’t watch as they never plummet / Blunted Soldiers touch her from behind n tickle her stomach / spotted grams, you know I snuffed it/ in my pocket’s a razor sharp verse, laser bars inked / Science thinks he’ll work till the age of a hundred n 3 / bustin femurs at Wounded Knee with words that’s rudimentary, civically I rearrange tha sentence with apostrophes / Knolege God Cyphah sees thru that White Boy façade hyped up / bring thru Ki Toy Johnson yo n I’d fuck…

[Twisted Science]

I take words ‘n’ make ‘em swerve yo, fuck what you concerned with / this is a verbal robbery, so come up out your pocket with tha CREAM ’n’ your Wallabies / Knolege is hella brolic with his felt tip/ Knolege God is Self, knowledge is wealth / I rob MCs with vocal shells that’s spent ‘n’ you ignorant ninjaz cringe at tha God’s intelligence / I been a felon since age 12 with ill convictions, hype with Attention Deficit Disorder indented like a sentence / maxin’ massive I’m so hundred, here to splash across tha panorama ‘n’ widen my demographic with vocal propaganda / grassroot efforts pointed poignant, put your hands up as I equalize my vendetta / my evil mind tweaks on time like ephedra, doin’ lines like I got no time for better / Glocks pointed blank to domes of coin phrases that call for crows ‘n’ ravens yo, this be grown folks’ rap / take ya bitch-ass back to tha playpen ‘n’ stay playin’ with tha laymen, less than average muthafucker / Protect Ya Neck, don’t press ya luck yo, my thoughts obscure flesh / pure threats assert Milo Rock’s superiority / I’m a old soul with seniority, fuck a goal, my object’s to stay lifted, so do tha mathematics / I’m Knolege God Science with Wisdom ‘n’ Understandin’ / with a 4-5th, they use digital cameras to capture physical portraits of tha metaphysical Anglo-Saxon Caucasoid God Body Twisted Science al-Sayiid / performin’ verbal exorcisms via my vocal mechanisms, bless-ed is my vignettes / short or extended, my shit’s a resemblance of tha purities of mixtape cassettes, the infallible grace of my flesh / I fury tha mic, so hot to death I’m alluring to dykes with my thumbs up in their earholes / equate me less than zero, bag a Black chick like DeNiro / all you material rap kids treatin’ Hip Hop like a pageant / flossin’, I’m lauded for my Knolege for that is what tha God spit / hella jocular, you couldn’t see me with opera binoculars…

[Twisted Science]

Hip Hop is tha 13th Tribe ‘n’ I’m tha best ever requested / snortin’ line segments ‘n’ workin’ geometric business investments, dressed in a Kevlar vest stressin’ makin’ ex-skeletons outta ex-fleshes / my Twisted Scientifical shit is existential ‘n’ metaphysical / my mental’s a clip ‘n’ my pen’s a four-fifth / Milo spits ‘n’ splits brain hemispheres / my sword is Excalibur, I’ll kill King Arthur, Lancelot ‘n’ Guinevere / tha end is near ‘n’ I strike severe with a pallid verse, lift up your skirt ‘n’ hit it from tha rear / what I splurt leaves commercial merchants in fear, splash ‘em like a shook 40 of beer…

[Twisted Science]

I rock notes, like some rock coke / approach what I wrote ‘n’ guard ya throat God yo, cuz I’m ferocious / feast the ambrosias, beast tha plebs with no emotions, grab tha tablet ‘n’ roast tha leaflets like Christians by ancient Romans / into showman gladiator shit, I imaginate graphic displays of your disfiguration / approach you with a hacksaw ‘n’ take off half ya brain pah / it’s too simple, lemme be gentle, cut off ya testicles ‘n’ make you gargle ya own genitals / stop molesting yaself / every particle of my bars down to the original genuine article is venerable / tha nutrients is verbal minerals, from tha 5 star generalizations to tha pentacle…

[Twisted Science]

thoughts travel tha globe out of an above average poem / I leave stagnant heads afloat like moats, ready to blast stigma like hair-trigger toast carried under a sav ninjaz coat / tha mark of man’s on tha throat, splashin’ like Son of Sam with tha crow / establish grams in tha nose, always furious ‘n’ of European descent / more Twisted than Yacub with more Degrees than Freemasons / raised blind to color lines, it’s these others who’re dumb ‘n’ deaf in tha mind / my elevated mental expansion sees crime as a never-ending labyrinth / expatiate my rhymes as I’m a state captive craftin’ tha most verbosest magic / tha Devils are every color, we all brothers fightin’ survival, usin’ Cash Rules Everything Around Me as a false idol / taught societal materialism, King Science, brought back imperialistic ways thru vicious rap / blow up tha cipher, I ignite words, my pen’s a torch / repeat after me, I set fire to your vocal cords…

[Twisted Science]

respect, tha 4 Elements, etched within my skeleton / thoughts is felon shit ever since I blessed tha melanin / connect malevolent threats from U.F.O. intelligence extraterrestrials on Earth power verse sharp like Gillette / bars flash finesse when Milo’s mental flesh reached out ‘n’ molests the alphabet, from tha back / reamin’ heads like a White Grecian / teachin’ heathens when I’m speakin’ on tha mic like Jesus / life’s a battle, like tha Chosen Tribes of Semites versus Odomites, Hittites, Syrians, Sumerians ‘n’ Philistines / Science, tha Messianic Judeo, settin’ rhymes aflame like Waco / against Milo, you’ll get your face blown / you’re all presto chango like Fat Joe sayin’ “mang” or “shawtie” / splash you fake personalities ‘n’ make tha water choppy / tha Cocky Purist that you copycats fax / YouTube’s got you cats swallowing my urine while I rap scat jazz / I’m witty while you’re a half-ass/ yo, did you catch that? if you did, you recognize a lyricist that shines when Hip Hop sticks like sweaty crotches / my cock spits when tha Glock clicks ‘n’ my moccasins is splotched with blotches of hemoglobbins / seepin’ down to my socks / forms of camoflauge develop when Twist makes tha pen script / I leave wigs Auto Immune Deficient like Hatians, Malasians ‘n’ millions of Brasilians / thick chickens with big lips, hips, titties ’n’ asses that’s gargantuan / African, Anglo-Saxon, Latin ‘n’ Asiatic / yet I digress though / echo chamber / you shoot blanks ‘n’ got no taste / fuckin’ lame, you’re as fake as tha son Jepetto made / I’m so so def, yet you’re tha ones that need hearin’ aides / I’m tha White Canibus ‘cuz I’ll never explain…

[Twisted Science]

ask after I act, I act rash, tha brashest / I cut rappers in halves so they put ‘em in tiny caskets / faces get smashed so who’s next? I accept all applicants / from tha palest crackers to Mexicans to African-Americans / I always carry spare clips, come 1 with your extended family who’s all fans of me, you’ll see that I really don’t giva shit / madman with a diary, encrypt tha spoken gibberish / sober, still no one’s as high as me gets, pekid, writin’ lines that slaughter MCs like Romulus did Remus / Boneventure Regency kickbacks I crash like extortion, formin’ contortions that release endorphins in sheets like a hundred tabs / thoughtwaves gather like puddles, my Hip Hop reign’s styles ‘n’ steelo’s versatile / verbal invitrofertilize hoes with smiles immaculate, concepts conceived pivotal, arrouse nipples unequivacle / ill Twist, inhospitable prison statistic / status, tha baddest one-man armada flagship / shank in my pillowcase, bonecrusher in my mattress / I smoke mics, that’s why I got a Method “M” tatted…

[Twisted Science]

fiery eyes, I’m crazed, I never wait for tha smoke to clear / poetic with tha heated lead that Entertain’s heads like Cedric / livin’ excessive yet Milo handles biz / lord on high, I’m a pantheist, puttin’ cats out, call me Ambein / Caucasian hairy like tarantulas with ethereal parables, accompany concertos / louder than gay apparel yo, I’m flagrant / show my blatant disregard, my applehead dictation / never seen yet when I’m heard I crack eggs like incubation / coke cake thru tha straight-shooter with tha flame lit / you new-booty Johnny-come-lately fake-ass rhymers is pussy, playin’ Schwarzeneggar but sound like Maria Shriver / sabertooth with tha mic, rippin’ lines with my pen that explode minds via poetic rhymin’…

[Twisted Science]

MYTHICALLY, I’m tha mysterious enigma with tragic history established within my onslaught of bars scarred visually, what Hense did to me / bittersweet remembrance of yesteryear, hear my vestige vested of how my pen molests your ears / I’m tha best from West of the Atlantan Continent flossin’ my above-average cognizance ‘n’ half-attractive countenance descended from Anglo-Saxon, tha land of Caucasus / I flaunt ninja Stars of David at anybody flashin’ swastikas / Buffie tha Body got my favorite attributes in all tha proper places / in Rorschach blotches all I see’s her face, dominant recessive, love tha streets so I left, right? I anesthetize my flesh / rap today, y’all sound like you dress in thongs under your camoflauge speakin’ in pidgin English rappin’ patroit / n’est pas? Science, tha best kept secret in prison, more wicked than 4 sixes, so Twisted I gotta put a chorus in it…