Twisted Science Cypherz

[Twisted Science]

I couldn’t write commercial rap with a 10 foot pen, I ain’t from tha ghetto but I get Geto like Bushwick/ check the intro outro, pushin’ thought with unique brush strokes, I cut hope short like skimpy sacks for tha nose snort/ dual-edge Excalibur sword swipe your vocal cords, even tha score, you ain’t no MC, you a manwhore/ fuck your team cuz ain’t none as rough as me, scholastic gram snatchin’, yo God, it’s like I got a bad habit/ keep my attic in ‘90s rap fashion, lobbin’ flamin’ javelins at pagans, Hip Hop’s spread all across 6 of tha 7 continents, egregious heathen’s 3rd eyes is widely opened, clean their thoughts with anti-oxidants/ I knock rap fiends ears up out tha sockets ‘n’ leave their brains ringin’ with more bass than Bootsy Collins/ Jew-Tang Tribe/ my canines is like 2 ivory fangs, ain’t none to blame but tha youth at what happened to tha game/ I go against tha grain with potent poems, step on them 25 times ‘n’ 1 line’ll still get your throat numb/ who don’t like a bloated butt? this compulsive murder I wrote shit disables cats like multiple sclerosis/ heavy rap serums invoke cheeriness, crows carry souls, you rap pussy like menstrual periods/ work out flow like Bowflex, in tha cipher, bones get blown, I hand out Kotex via mind chrome/ listen to rap today, all you hear is a dial tone, fuck CREAM, fuck whips, fuck hoes, Twisted’s shit is hella vicious/ set tha Bell Curve with my intelligence quotient floatin’ all around tha mental plane…

[Twisted Science]

flashback to htp colon backslash Napster ‘n’ Black Planet, pins in my neck, Hense head was left in fragments/ increase my RAM capacity by a thousand mill, crack’s tha fast route yet powder’ll still kill/ check tha verses, hashtag perversion, I play Batman ‘n’ jack off with thoughts of Halle Barry as Catwoman ‘n’ Eartha Kitt/ Killa God, 1 of tha most learn-ed, prose vibrato, smoke weed with Otto, deeper than brontosaurus fossils/ words eject out tha vocal nozzle, doper than meth snorted up either nostril/ leaning towers topple like New York is ancient Babylon, all these languages yo, where tha fuck is God? puffin’ lah with tweak in tha snot post-rock form, take it beyond tha next level, ethically cleanse y’all like Dudley Do-Right shit/ I use tha microphone as heavy weaponry in a multi-million dollar jewel heist kid/ woola blunts get me twisted like Science, invest tha CREAM made, you’re wristed with diamonds, God’ll snatch tha Rollie ‘n’ tha chain/ walk away with bloodstains on my baggy khakis, heavy thoughts weigh down you featherweights…

[Twisted Science]

from parishes till I perish, it’s tha whimsical cleric Science al-Sayyid, freeform like cuneiform/ tha die’s been cast ‘n’ crews conform by tha swarm, cookie cutter MCs hide by tha score when tha nickel gleams/ my intensity expands like hollow point slugs versus 206 bone marrow density/ throat concertos sync what I think when tha pen bleeds, I sink my teeth in tha track ‘n’ speak prophesy/ sporadically, condense existence to a single century, cut tha rap into sandwich baggies, splash MCs who try to run my spot, let ‘em know that I’m tha 1 ‘n’ only God/ worth attention, curse tha sentence, offend defensive, rob the old man for his pension, then blend in to tha rap community ‘n’ claim demographic immunity, go work on your rhymes, your wackness is losin’ me…

[Twisted Science]

assault with grammar that stupefies cats that’re lavender-scented, amateur penmanship-types get entered like catheters/ cringe when these words haggle, purse snatcher Science battles dukes ‘n’ causes havoc to ensue/ graphic cues in verbal diagrams, put a quarter gram in tha needle, shove it in tha groove regal/ seein’ dudes switch evil, protected by scarabs ‘n’ beetles, exitin’ spare clips outta my Desert Eagle/ my Christ genes spit holes in tight genes, my 3rd eye blings, 5ths of Remi ‘n’ 5ths of Remington steel spend 10 thru body vests, promise a barrage of threats carried out, Carrdine Karate chops from tha mouth/ knock your brain around, sprain tha sound barrier, feelin’ more pain than AIDS carriers/ Perrier-laced bottles of gin, coddled by sin, on a whim bitch, bend you over then I shove it in/ mention Twist to bitches ‘n’ the entire discussion switches to when their gonna let him hit it/ they start rubbin’ their clitorises/ picturin’ tha God parolin’, involved in nose corrosion, send your mami notes to Milo with proper postage/ oak dick thicker than fiddleen Snickers, 1 bitch at a time Nicki Minaj this wigga with all that anus/ abrasive statements in my cadence get looped in quotation, I go for tha throats of blue coats/ MCs these days spit glucose, I got so many styles in my dome it’s like group sex when I flow…

[Twisted Science]

began as a single atom, sub-atomic, smaller than could be fathomed, solid acid gaseous, travellin’ astral to be established/ began as 1, then migration happened ‘n’ 3 sub-races of humanity Yahweh imagined/ the Almighty God of Abraham, Isaac ‘n’ Jacob, Hebrew’s tha Chosen Tribes, Judea ‘n’ the Israelites/ Ishmael ‘n’ tha 12 princes of Mesopotamia, Mecca in Saudi Arabia, 2 factions praisin’ tha same Heavenly Father/ Yeshua, tha last holy man of any lifespan, before tha Promised Land they gave burnt offers/ covenants, Kabbalah supplicance, intelligence-levels settled for every existence in tha universe…

[Twisted Science]

tha most noblest mogul spittin’ total eclipse shit, go for tha throat, tha poem explodes once it enters your dome/ goad the artificial with the artifice of the emperor has no clothes, 4 pound flame throw your ashes home/ go back to Ben Affleck ‘n’ J. Lo. you rap cliques is like fat camel toes/ I’m tha prophecy once told of in ancient cultures, like aliens Scully ‘n’ Mulder, you’re minor league Bull Durham/ MCs, I murk ‘em off 1 verse son, me ‘nm’ tha angels, I defected from Heaven with a 3rd of ‘em/ I make words cum when I flirt with drums ‘n’ I’m tha 1st to bust with tha paint brush…

[Twisted Science]

aye yo I snort roofies ‘n’ my pen fondles tha rhyme like Nubian coochies in fraternity Jacuzzis/ I’ll fuck you all yo, Science ain’t choosy, what I exude is expert ‘n’ now your mind’s an ex-virgin/ serve terms with society’s rejects, eject tha mixtape cassette, write my name outta sperm on your chest in cursive all with proper punctuation, my jizz burns ‘n’ leaves deep lacerations/ tha woofers’ in my Jeep’s bangin’ like blood in blood out gangstas with anger for foreign cliques that’s never been fully explained/ Milo cyberbullys tha game from tha get-go, chunky butted hoes put me on swole like lymph nodes/ you met my bitch? 1st name’s rosey, 2nd name is palms, don’t get me agitated cuz I spit napalm/ rephrase it, I’ll skeet in your faces, blow weed in Bible papers, usin’ the Old Testament to stay Judaic…

[Twisted Science]

academic eccentric, snatch diamond pendants, get razor wire fenced in from felonious convictions/ civilized U.S. born citizen, 12 Tribes of Is-rael, Ishmael’s 12 princes/ Twisted’s grin switches to a grimace when it’s time to feign ignorance/ let tha missiles spit stealth from tha felt tip, envious jealousness of no one but myself/ spliff tha Ls, literati, cast literature spells, script a capital M on tha slugs ‘n’ shells yo/ pens kept in cello cases, facin’ cases in cells while my brain regenerates cells, intimidate Braille ‘n’ ale to go flat, feelin’ tha ether when I smoke crack/ type Science names in all caps, bone her hard from tha back so my balls slap…

[Twisted Science]

intelligent designer fabrics, collegiate n’ scholastic, million dollar antiswagger maverick with low melanin/ death row relevant, throats is melted, watch son like Stonehenge ‘n’ Celtics, impulsive to cause vocal convulsions/ verbally I’m sculpted ‘n’ well-chiseled, featherweight MCs’ rhymes get tickled with Tech 9s/ blend tha flesh with mind, fine line between snortin’ dimes, I mack dimes with Mac dimes, splash Science vices, keep me tight minded like vise grips, attics’ like Aztecs ‘n’ Mayans/ tha brightest in prison environments, wet ninjaz like Poseidon armed with his trident…

[Twisted Science]

I spin wigs like discuses off Mt. Olympus, tha God found no grounds for forgiveness/ when it come to periods, bitches miss it when my vicious tongue gets a couple licks in/they begin drippin’ rivulets at tha mere mention of my emblem, I leave 16 bar insignias/ serenity’s pristine when you 1st sniff gees, curb sellers move weight like ship propellers, hand quicker than eyes like Penn ‘n’ Teller, young rappers, mind your elders cuz tha rap game was once stellar/ how it blows chunks, fuck rotten tomatoes, I’m throwin’ skunks on stage, leave my full gun on your grave…

[Twisted Science]

trapped in tha rap brigade, scholastic scholar, I got verse chock full of thoughts ‘n’ words/ Hip Hop’s tha 13th Tribe, purvey tha rhyme crime minded, my titanic thoughts sparkle like diamonds/ make tha track gnarl like lions, I’m infinity, swipe lives like sirens ‘n’ serendipity/ God Science Divine’s thoughts pirate rhymes from tha false while sippin’ Grolsh, close my eyes, I have no pulse/ kids study the occult to be as wicked as my witchcraft, switch fast cuz your false gully is dull/ spit genu-ine drafted, lyrics slash your wrist ‘n’ give your brain an aneurism…

[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]

from tha Genesis, life is infinite ‘n’ goes thru various stages of progression, there’ll never be an end to this / nonchalant, I jaunt thru existence flauntin’ ill witticisms with fonts that shift different like grips upon reality / no 1’s as foul as me when it comes to raw carnality / I eat MCs like pussies sexuality / I pistol-whip a ninja with a verse ‘n’ serve him like dinner / I was Berkowitz’s mentor, my heart’s colder than Polar Winters / my soul’s older than the Original Sinner’s, non compos mentis, I destroy cliques with a sentence / poignant, with verses double jointed / phrases get coined verbally ‘n’ pussies moisten cuz bitches think tha world of me / epidermically I love all shades of girls that’s truly female / White, Latina, or sistahs with tha wigs ‘n’ Lee nails / yo fuck it, I’m still all about tha ruckus, attackin’ fuckers ‘n’ emptyin’ gun clips / MCs is 1 of my pet peeves, thoughts manifest to tha fleshy physique which leads to death / heavy complex corrosive emotions eat thru tha rubber Trojan / iridescent Science impregnates vocals / tha vocal mogul, on point with tha focal tha most noble verbalist, I narrate novels that get the globe to spin in circular motions / I’m passionate ‘n’ deeper than the Atlantic Ocean ‘n’ leave my handprints on MCs throats from when I choke them / I gloat ‘n’ tote machete verses, mixed cassettes get ejected, on my neck’s tatted 730 / I’ve pledged to uphold tha Hip Hop doctrine, of which I abide by / I admire thick thighs, big ass ‘n’ natural tah-tahs / tha Caucasiod God Body Knolege Killah Attila, I’m tha cause to be alarmed/ plebeians ‘n’ the uninformed can’t grasp any 16 of my bars / I stay gritty ‘n’ grimy like used pantie linings / I be tha mighty lion Science, bright as Orion / thoughts splish-splash deeper than Poseidon, I achieve peace of mind with guns drawn / yo, there’s no love lost cuz none was flipped ever by tha God / I lace joints of shwag with hashish I got me from Lebanon / today, it’s like street cred is gone, raw beef fed to tha Reservoir Dogs / Mr. Green’ll pop 3 in your knot / articulated, uplift tha titties ‘n’ separate them / make a penis rise like levitation / commercial logo’s on ninja’z chain ‘n’ when I take it, his whole crew gets forcefully excommunicated / Euclidian Socratic, automatics spitting 16s / platonic ebonics, surround sound’s on stereophonics / I accomplish purist Hip Hop with no accomplice / my ponderous thoughts leave ninjaz jaundiced / I take no Roberta Flack, my rap skills kill ‘em softly / nobody talks to me but I’m talkin’ back with hardcore deadly statements / venomous serums get injected yo, there ain’t no vaccination / my mic’s serrated, check my flow, cuts get deep ‘n’ MCs get snuffed to be put out their effin’ misery / it’s tha men that win that write history / books, shook ninjaz get jooked for ruby pendants ‘n’ I turned 18 in the Intensive Care Unit / fuses get lit when I flair, tha pen’s my mistress, we been havin’ an affair / rabid, ravenous ‘n’ hazardous, call me MC Lazarus / Jesus wept when he saw me dead / Godly, even though Twisted sins like it’s a trend ‘n’ sharply, I stay on the offensive / I take apart MCs like I get paid an incentive / when my pen bleeds, it makes Lil Wayne look like a princess/ my raspy voice slaps tha track with decimals ‘n’ fractions / decibels get active, I smash cliques with no preservatives or additives / I’m straight natural, fanatical in my attack tactics / my theoretical semantics splash electromagnetically, phonetically / death is everybody’s destiny, we all gonna die / just say when, I filet ‘n’ sauté your friends who’s all crazy with trends / let’s play a game, see who’s tha most fakest /Milo approaches with crows ‘n’ ravens / you know Jesus, well I know Satan’s speechwriter / I breathe flame ‘n’ hotwire the emotional part of ya brain so you behave unnaturally / memories is rearranged ‘n’ lost within your psyche, recycle tha psychosis / most of my time is spent stoic doin’ tai chi with my 3rd eye open / tha temple’s tha body, I act hella cocky after I drop a lotta saki ‘n’ bare thoughts are my commodity / Knolege God cockblocks tha cipher with darts of fire / scarved up, MCs get carved up like I’m tha Thought Designer / this is hate beef ‘n’ your time’s expired / fed to tha dogs, I rep tha Gods ‘n’ exotic broads that wear bras with wires / I remain uptight for y’all hermaphrodites that’s inspired by MC Lyte, hand me tha pen, I outspit neophytes / lookin’ like I got skinny pants my gun’s so big, point blank shots ring my ears like a fat coke hit / note this, my flow’s corrosive, nuclear explosion-type slogans from a rap shogun, throwin’ 6-pointed ninja stars at ninjas’ hearts / cut tha tendons in a ninja’s arm, a prisoner of 16 bars, your shit is subpar / I keep tha mug scarved like Islamic hoes, smoke the Optimo then go shadow battle ninjas to keep a sharp dart / dual-edged, battle 2 at a time like Noah’s ark, full-fledged headbanger shit with 2 guitars / ism spliff ‘em, I lead tha rhythm / Christ has risen just to be killed again by tha illest villain Science / baptize tha mic twice, outta sight I lost my mind ‘n’ rewind tha timeline to circa 1995…

[Twisted Science]

let’s take it back to al-Asia, my flavor’s A1, TS embrace guns with blunts laced with cocaine in tha lungs/ complain I need funds ‘n’ broads with bubble butts, I bring sluts to tha cusp/ thoughts corrupted, best MC’s Allah Justice, God Body Caucasus interrupts ‘n’ interjects conjectures that enters flesh, I leave crimson gushin’, travellin’ land like Crips ‘n’ Bloods did/ my brand’s concussions over percussion sharp like dual bladed oxes/ slammin’ like Onyx, the oxymoronic box cutter pontiff, doper than OxyCotin or Bobby Brown ‘n’ his perogative/ don’t cross tha God like Pontius, I hold tha mic hostage/ if it’s true school Hip Hop, you know M-I-L-O copped it, product of tha ‘90s, I test positive for grimey/ I drop octaves sheisty ‘n’ heathens run at tha sight of me/ I break triple-beams, don’t take what I speak lightly, Science al-Sayyid is mighty/ I scope a ninja with my laser beam ‘n’ tha ground surroundin’ me gets covered in empty casings/ y’all fake gangstas portray tha roll like tha Usual Suspects ‘n’ Kevin Spacey/ filet with brazen statements, murk MCs ‘n’ slay tha raven that came to take his soul to a different planet/ I burn coal with verbs ‘n poetic prose, I grow flow from tha brain like white jeans ‘n’ period stains/ astral travellin’ from Los Angeles to tha Manhattan Oasis/ slap crabs with rhymesmith abrasions, left hand’s on my package, right 1’s on tha pen ‘n’ papers/ vent my verbose vignettes as vindication at this lame generation that wears skinny jeans/ I purge nickel-gleam words that come from Intellect Design blinging…

[Twisted Science]

thoughts lauded when brought aloft, gauzed arms with arteries carved by scimitars, my bars are hard yo/ authentic article, no pause, give your ear mental carpal tunnel syndrome, write bundles cuz I spit dope/ stoic like my heart sniffed a 16th of coke, corrosively smolderin’, from prison I live tha code Scientific/ Folsom timeshare, I live life here, Bad Dreams are nightmares, I strangle mics in pairs lives get impaired, Hense killed me once, I reincarnated as tha Caucasian God Body, my name’s on tha Book of Life parchment/ shine like auras, guilty of all charges, snatch your charm logo, call me tha Logos…