Twisted Science Cypherz

[Twisted Science]

Knolege God piranhas squadrons ‘n’ armadas, how I accost them with caustic gems places them in indescript pauper’s coffins / recessive gene pool, my sharp katana thoughts is dominant like Black flesh is / I crash a party, fuck tha guest list, with a bubble goose over my bulletproof vest stuffed with down feathers / put a hole in your sweatshirt with what I exert, tha sound of ef words equate to tha middle finger gesture / yes word, I refrain from the N-word, I answer conjectures never asked, I’m tha God, king me like this was checkers / these bless-ed epistles is missiles that molest the alphabet, I shine aesthetic with Milo’s pallid flesh / wildin’ Science in verbal italics, I bring malice ‘n’ prowess, tha world’s violent, my civilized righteous ways is validated by my statements / nickel-gleam sprayin’ takes tha face off of heathens ‘n’ pagans / tha verse is curated as verbal flirtation with Satan, I got special power like Dr. Xavier’s kids / I rape ears with what I’ve created, rewind tha cassette tape to listen to what I say again…

[Twisted Science]

exceed past existence like I need permission, tha bleakest missive, I speak to spirits imperious with exponents ‘n’ periods / tha Twisted Scientific lyricist, from my experience there ain’t no fear in this Shakespearean pirouette / ears get wet when they hear this verbal severe shit / serious text, serious like Techs splashin’ avid, snatchin’ CREAM out a cat’s hand quick / convict stabbin’, stash tha piece before Babylon attacks ‘n’ they ask what happened / cabbages get left in caskets, ravagin’ savage when tha Mac spits, I leave cats split like fat asses ‘n’ bitches begin to panic…

[Twisted Science]

co-create a universe with solar systems, Jupiter ‘n’ Earth, bash tha gavel, jurisprudence, courts adjourned / a purist that force tha learn-ed thru vocal torture, tha fluent fuse was lit by my fluidity, put your lips on my jimmy hat, you’ll see my straight sword curves, stick it in stuck up Jenny’s ass / semis splash ‘n’ I put blood on your Timbs, I spit ‘n’ even rivals honor it / Archangel Michael bars strangle with no arms like dabblin’ in tha dark arts / I baffle MCs like tarot card tricks, their heads’ll need staples like carpets, splash ’em wet like a starfish / put ‘em in tha street like me when tha car flipped, soakin’ like they got dropped in some Sparkletts / your Hip Hop is tarnished, I came to shine with A grade rhymes, line ‘em up ‘n’ sniff ‘em into your mind…

[Twisted Science]

there’s no hesitation when I orate the AK spit, don’t fornicate with Killah Gawd, I yank chains regardless of corporate orientation / darts leave holes in mainframes of MCs, Black, Creole or Caucasian / I breed with hoes that’s pretty in tha faces, my thought process alone brings upon testicular impregnation / you ain’t no MC, it’s just a figment of your imagination, “up yours” is my latest statement of degradation / I stay perpendicular to Truth, Justice ‘n’ tha way of tha Jews / ruckus ensues when my incisors, canines ‘n’ bicuspids start sputterin’, while y’all on some other shit, I’m waitin’ for tha Mother ship / pray to tha Gawd ‘n’ pay your supplicance, I gotta hold tha lined sheets with roach crutches / I’m so verbally disruptive, I give decibels actual concussions, get up in tha bitches’ guts ‘n’ treat ‘em like some Dutches / tha fact is, Science is loveless, except for speakin’ ‘n’ teachin’ , my allegiance is to tha Southern Killafornia region / get your sword up, lowly heathen, my treatises keep devout Catholic priests ‘n’ theologians questioning Jesus…

[Twisted Science]

semi-automatic thoughts pierce Kevlar, I threaten lives with lead bars, buyin’ lion heads ‘n’ Clarks / my advice to Death is to run far, fracturin’ lumbars, got a M carved on the left arm / neck says 730, I live dirty, send you quick to tha dirt with a German mental / readin’ Fire verses off a Kindle, nimble verbs get handwritten on empty cocaine bindles / smitten, hidden residuals, you ain’t no MC, I eat iron mics like vittles / pens ‘n’ pencils get crippled, your commercial fans is fickle cuz your swag rap is wack ‘n’ brittle / I knock chocolates with dimples ‘n’ high-yellows with freckles, persuasive, I slap they ass cheeks with my genitals / trippin’ like she ain’t expandable, eargasms trickle like a stimulated clitoral / sittin’ pickled still sippin’ gin with thick tricks suckin’ my oak missile with nose sniffles / tomes of grown-folk poems put holes in both a ninja’z dome ‘n’ both nipples, Killah Gawd’s a vocal cutthroat / indivisible, Kabbalah mystical, Gawd’s a criminal from tha reptilian to tha temporal lobe / my pen’s a toast, astral travel tha globe, double kill everyone in their sleep ‘n’ make 14 billion ghosts, conquerin’ like Rome, Blest to Beast Coast / with White chicks that got more ass than Nicki Minaj, privy to truths, I’m wise like 5% Gods…

[Twisted Science]

my disses be killin’ Gs with math, I’m war like Israelis ‘n’ philistine cats, guillotines cuttin’ ninjaz in half / you crabs spittin’ figments what you imagined, pussy ninjaz’ stench is acrid oceanic / flows splash, fiends turn to foes fast followin’ cats to tha dope stash / souls float, I broke tha mold when my voice spoke, hoist electrolytes out tha noises from my throat / bricks hidden in the armadas, bitches smitten by tha sagas draped out in my arias / sorry but I fire from Liberia to Rwanda to Gawanas, holdin’ Hip Hop close to tha heart like a promise / smoke chronic with a numb nose, AK-47 under my right arm with the X scope aimed at enemy’s strep throat, my fame is infamy, your fate’s a swollen brain ‘n’ stolen identity…

[Twisted Science]

abdicate tha throne, I’ll lacerate your dome with a Fabrege poem that attacks drastic by tha cavalcade / cascades splash from tha Blue Eyed Devil’s cave, my cavernous 6 weighs in, let tha metal spray / chemical reactions happen like neurotransmitters, synapses ‘n’ cocaine / came with tha hand basket cuz I’m a basket case, hell bent but I’m Heaven-sent cuz hell does not exist / imprint an Old English “M” on your wrist, sippin’ Olde English, poison tha citizens serious like Syrians/ imperious, my 3rd eye perception’s clearest, what I merit’s cherished / befuddle you ‘n’ deform your seed with a harelip, tha Caucasoid God Body Jesus is conceited ‘n’ arrogant / my pair of lips is like a 4-5th with a pair of clips, even Lucifer’s scared of this / I perish parishes, trapped in tha State of illusion, United States alludes to a garrison / Illuminati crews can’t see me even though I’m omnipresent / I got serrated serenades for straight hair Gods ‘n’ tha knotty headed, from tha Ashkenazi back to tha Fertile Crescent / tha verbal essence, I present you with your final restin’, rival rap bible thespians don’t contest it when I pull tha lick or they get their heads split / dressed in all black gear with a mask on, I cause fear ‘n’ bloody up rappers, I hope they brought some tampons…

[Twisted Science]

my pen hurdles over tracks wearin’ verbal cleats, purple ink, you never heard of me yo, so back up G / I snatch CREAM with click-clack laser beam rap, my verse molests you after you get bound ‘n’ gagged / we joust ‘n’ I out you fags, philosophize at tha commune like Mao ‘n’ Lao Tzu with grams ‘n’ syntax that slams duke / I sling shots like wifebeaters, lookin’ at me you see tha God of all breeds / I break policy ‘n’ protocol with all that crawl with me, my vocal vibrato’s cerebral palsy / I sprawl Knolege that jostles boggled minds like semi-auto shots ‘n’ Paul Rhee, check out tha lyrical brawn of me / Science spits Hip Hop Scientology, bald like Telly Savalas with tha Dum-Dum lollipops/ tha Hip Hop prophet whose thoughts get in noggins ‘n’ when they’re repeated, esophagus’s are left HIV positive / venerable, your shit is pitiful, you report criminal acts / whether general pop or sensitive needs, Milo Rockah laughs at your official sentencing…

[Twisted Science]

superstitious MCs is afraid of what tha God say, taught to maraud tha fake that ovulate, cock a pen in your face / Knolege dominates your ignorance ‘n’ puts verbal holes up in your tenement when tha pen spits viciousness / rivulets of crimson drips from wrists slit by sharp sentences, bars is carcinogenic / cancerous pathogens get scripted, graphic paragraphs’re indented that get me more neck than giraffes / marvel at tha verbose universe I invented, gross tha net ambrosia I be nibblin’, I kiss her on tha throat ‘n’ leave her tremblin’ / Olympian thoughts nimble like gymnasts, I sip Grolsh ‘n’ kindle golden friendships / with both rap purists ‘n’ women, I traffick jams slappin’ like furious women, whim in a blur, check my witticisms / emblems intend to never blend in, smirk or grimace, I’m tha 1st to burst, get your glimpses / competition I diminish with vocal compositions, tha holy goblet chosen, I piss urine in it / Shroud of Turin, boughs hold tha cradle till the excess weight fails, no bail for jails ‘n’ mental prisons / tha God exhales existence, raw Hip Hop theology, check tha criminology glossary / exalted scholar brolic, the opposite of solace, I lift tha last dollar out your wallet…

[Twisted Science]

pages get raped by my lines, my best times is interracial sex with bubble butted dimes / fatal rhymes stab MCs prenatally like breakin’ hymens with guns ‘n’ diamond-encrusted diadems / a verbal tyrant listenin’ to violent Femmes, my sky blue irises get blinded by my own verbal brightness / a bad Samaritan, crabs is scared of Twisted ‘n’ get listed as statistics when they stare at the glare of him / follow me like Polaris ‘n’ Wisemen to see tha Christ kid Science, my SFV style shines from Lake View Terrace to Van Nuys Encino, I beast flow akido, shadowbox rote mathematics / you don’t know tha half about rap classics, God coulda taught half tha classes he ditched / tha scholastic rap Baptist splashes grammatic syntax at your attic, now get your bitch-ass wig examined / I expand parameters, you amateurs’ death rasps enact Milo’s maniacal laughter / authorized to author tha final chapter, my rap bible fractures spinal cords, I brought vinyl catheters/ mauve to lavender, blow you bitches’ backs in backwards / shift the axis accurate, Killah God kills false rap Gods, I lose abandon like I had issues towards abandonment / I rip thru skin tissue till sinew hits my tooth, remove my golden fronts, arms folded holdin’ blunts / my thoughts tear to your colon thru tha cunt ‘n’ now you havin’ shit babies / clips, 4-5ths ‘n’ 380s, Cobain myself in tha face, there’s no way to erase or replace me / irately, I chase dragons or do they chase me? expatiate, raised under Christ then I Judaically changed teams / Killah, tha Usual Suspect like Kevin Spacey with a limp / MCs try to allocate my pallid face to a shallow grave, weak rapper’s cayn’t prevent God’s prevent from palpitation / carouse with 85ers, my 6 ounces mix collaboration like Dalmatians / Hip Hop abrasions is lacerated like tha Mark of Satan, I’m tha protected God Body Caucasian / flocks gather tha weed cipher for polyurethane lambskin latex vaccinations / I lay text ‘n’ ears get mo-lest-ated, I burn coal ‘n’ crows eat flesh ‘n’ ravens carry sacred souls to esoteric embankments put away in Eastern Eurasian caves / tha bones return to clay of which Adonai Yahweh made us, tha Truth reigns over devilish patrons…

[Twisted Science]

I’m suited up, abusin’ acoustics/ ready to face tha music/ I feud with you like Capulets ‘n’ Montagues in Romeo ‘n’ Juliet/ crews sketch from tha threats I flex, while they dodge bullets ‘n’ dance with tha pirouettes ‘n’ reflect their fear of death/ not even a vest could protect ‘em from tha pen’s trek through tha chest separatin’ tha flesh from tha breastplate, there’s no moves left, it’s checkmate, your rhyme style is stale, mate/ most tailgates have ale ‘n’ cake while I got fishscale on my face ‘n’ piss away my time ‘n’ place/ dimes felate me while fake rhyme spitters emulate me…

[Twisted Science]

listen to tha most lauded sonnet of a pontiff/ Knolege God Self-Conscious, travel tha continents in search of a Goddess, who’s turned on by tha way I flip nouns vowels ‘n’ consonants/ I’m tha composite of every man, protected from hate shipped around in a whip of Plexiglas/I’m irate, I let tha semi blast at tha face of you pri-mates/ tie in if you buyin’ into this for Christ’s sake/ I let my rage hibernate like grizzlies/ when tha pen awakes it sets flame like race riots in tha ‘60s/ Science jacks fakes, adds their cash to his stacks, what’s at stake is heavyweight, how I intimidate ‘n’ I’m constantly chased by Jake…

[Twisted Science]

tha Rap Khryst See-Alike’s mighty like a titan, shinin’ bright like diamonds ‘n’ tha white light’s blindin’ my sky blue irises/ Pyrex rhymes flex, check tha Timex, it’s ’95 ‘n’ Ghost’s buyin’ lion heads/ tha tyrant of flesh, kaleidoscope-type minded vibrance, my bars is fight or flight shit/ iron mic shit, confide my rhyme in demigod hybrids, semis rock foes unbiased ‘n’ there’s no choice of who you die with unless you’re on that suicide tip, I carry Intertech 9s in tha whip/ my advice is to get vaccinated for tha viruses a.k.a. tha lies spit by these lame rhyme cliques I’m surrounded by/ tha God Knolege pontiff sharper than boxcutters brought true school Hip Hop with him that many emulate yet can never truly fathom it, my furious pen severs hands off of kids…

[Twisted Science]

I’m rhythmic with tha meters, a chemist with Pyrex beaker-type thought flamin’ with rocks I’m aimin’/ to bring tha Gods to rap’s Canaan, Blacks ’n’ Asians, Latins ‘n’ Caucasians, I dampen panties when bitches view pictures with my face in it/ cue my hubris composite, competition is lost, without my composition/ from Laughlin Nevada to Flint Michigan, I slaughter rap oxen in tha name of Yahweh/ only thing I like regarding Kanye’s his thick-ass wife, complicate when my rhyme consummates tha track/ foul, my 4 pound conjugates tha vowel, prophesize profits’ll fly out my jowls/ dimes wipe my seed off the outside of their mouths ‘n’ when I bust I growl/ like coyotes, whining ‘n’ moaning, iron at my side puts MCs in wheelchairs like they was Ironside…

[Twisted Science]

these axiomatic tactics I have is quite lavish, perhaps it’s all this brain damage that acts as a freakin’ magnet/ my magneto ego’s got a phat superego, I got more moves than aikido/ underground Jedi Mind Tricks Loot Pack Freddie Foxxx Kool Keith, tha jewels I speak is 12 ‘n’ then some/ my pen vents slummy, I flip bubble butted snow bunnies over, strawberry blondes from Nova Scotia ‘n’ Saskatchewan Canada, Croati-ia ‘n’ Bosnia, tha Ukraine ‘n’ Albania/ my Germanic traits don’t equate to my Positive Energy Activated Constantly Elevated thoughtwaves/ what tha God say’s similar to facials impacted from point blank Glocks sprayed/ my voice is nickel-plated, came as goy but I changed it, shove swords in tha gut of Satan ‘n’ deez nuts in your butt salacious…