Twisted Science Cypherz

[Twisted Science]

venomous, I twist a spliff with half a gram of crack cocaine in it / I sniff ephedrine granules ‘n’ snatch gold chains / criminologistic, listen as tha gun clips empty, currencies exchange, pay me pain thru Suburban window panes / swerve out tha way when semis spray, Aye Kays, 47 million ways of Death spread / Milo digs graves to free brains ‘n’ blows trees on quilted bedspreads / MCs wake up next to horse’s heads / you still ain’t got it yet? I keep my pockets fed with raps that stab accurate as javelins / I keep my blue eyes red / when I parole them hoes’ll look up at my triceps / don’t worry yo, Milo’s just your wifey’s friend…

[Twisted Science]

respect tha general, check tha Fate of Sin, everyday I pay in intervals, life is complex yet death is simple / damage temporals, God flex pickpocket thoughts that rob a gentleman, I’m lauded for tha knowledge drippin’ out tha faucet / flip it on, I’m never off yet quite off kilter / God, I rock booths yo, I brought my own filter / odes ‘n’ poems wrote on holy thrones between golden pillars / 2 fingers poke thru God’s throat ‘cuz I’m tha God Killah God-zillah / Atilla pilfer purses ‘n’ script perverse verses sippin’ pilsner ‘n’ my shit stay turgid / exert coersive sermons ‘n’ liturgic thought waves that stain my birthname in brains like aurora borealis flame does tha skyline / my pallid face scowls tha plane ‘n’ guaranteed I’ll die by foul play / abandon lost, I draft tha underground anthem God, throw a verbal tantrum, leave tha mic in gauze…

[Twisted Science]

you Marconi rappers’ bars is phony, groping for commercial success in a world of phonies, carry tha globe on my back / throw blow up my nose armed with strongarm rap, where your darts at? sharpen those before you attack / hardcore, I hit tha mic raw from tha back like a barwhore / stay on guard, I’ll show you what my scarf’s for / been ill since a snotty nose, I chop ‘n’ sniff the audio / I can’t believe you ain’t no MC like Fabio / my pet peeves is to be set free, blowin’ Lebonese hashish ‘n’ gettin’ skiid, I keep tracks wrapped in obscenity-laden soliloqies / my nasal drainage coats my similes with hatred, I tote nickelplated mics that resemble 9s / I pierce minds ‘n’ leave brains achin’ / look into my eyes, you’ll see truth lies in every statement / I’m an addict, fuck drug recreation, although time’s a-changin’ in how I act in every situation / for tha lowly mind I gravedig ‘n’ lace tha pen with constant conscientious elevation, ignorance I alleviate it / my septum’s been deviated, amazement never ceases to clasp me, do you grasp I’ll cut your stereo in half?

[Twisted Science]

snort tha crystal methadone outta piles, fuck tha lines yo / half gram per hit of coke make my dick explode / after it grows, I wear extensions, I’m garrulous / tha barrel spit 16 ‘n’ I throw tha empty magazine / semi-automatic battles splash, what I craft tha holy channel at séances ‘n’ make Beyonce’ self-conscious / twisted, but don’t get me twisted, I’ll spit ill limericks in poetic symbolism with less conscience than Pontius puttin’ God on a cross / fuck with God ‘n’ you’ll get shot up like Pac / floss ‘n’ you’ll get robbed like flocks of marks spotted by tha crime mobs of Hip Hop, heads get lopped off / I am, tha verbal scofflaw who gargles vodka outta 5-gallon bottles surrounded by Black models that sniff lines in they sinus / I signed my life away on a death certificate / my pen’s a pyx ‘n’ I devise tha Eucharist, your last Rites / I chastise tha mic with euphemisms I spit / my rhymes baptise entire cliques ‘n’ inspire a bitch to disrobe from her attire, I crumble empires quick…

[Twisted Science]

life is like an uphill battle between MCs, I keep ninjaz intrigued by tha words I retrieve / skirmishes with tha sharp verbage is how I smite / sword swervin’, germ warfare, ribonucleics is laden with slow death / in flies crows, ravens ‘n’ note clefs that’s so fresh I left both Mozart ‘n’ Bach deaf / I hock phlegm ‘n’ got 10 added due to strikes, if you gonna do crime make sure you fuckin’ do it right/ pull an O.J. ‘n’ lose tha bloody knife / my glove fits ‘n’ I scuffle injustice / tha rough draft ruffian with umpteen clips / scuzzy bitch, I huff ‘n’ puff ‘n’ blow your house in ‘n’ write my rhymes with a fountain pen / Southern Cali, fucker, Spun Fernando Valley, fucker / luck of tha draw ‘n’ y’all lost it via toxic gun brawls / novices have tha gall, it’s like talkin’ to a wall / punk, just lay back ‘n’ gargle my balls / I turn ciphers to verbal circle-jerks when I manipulate a term / intimidate tha track with fully automatic slurs ‘n’ slap a verse with my backhand / remarkably, I do it without leavin’ a mark, brains get branded…

[Twisted Science]

I stay heavily medicated, exceptionally educated / accessory after tha fact, destruction of your habitat / bird’s eye view of how civilization collapsed / neurotransmit my syntax thru a synapse connection / emphatic Zen impassive, solid insoluble thoughtwave / convex to concave, copulate with rhymes in tha stockade / tha vox populi is dumb ‘n’ blind, hump ‘n’ grind to ovulate, yo – you feel my full body’s weight? dragon pull poppy chase down tha folded foil over flame / turn tha globe, etch in stone Milo’s name / is it a grave? dick up in your face, my hairy Caucasian nuts get served to you on a dinner plate / nickel plated statements loaded with hollow point phrases / pierce you with clichés, fuck tha everyday he say she say / don’t turn your backside to my evil ways, for I chastise captives who neglect to capitulate their minds / I molest ‘n’ rape tha mic bejeweled in regalia, ready ‘n’ fueled for iron duels, hands on my genitalia / I wail flashin’ tha verbal Holy Grail / trapped in a cell cuz jail’s like 9 inch nails…

[Twisted Science]

Knolege is Self, plot to increase tha wealth / broke my neck when tha whip flipped without tha seatbelt / sport tha ski mask ‘cuz I make it cold in hell / holdin’ Ls, spittin’ out shells when I exhale / dispel myths, yet ignorance is heavy in communities / jealousy just fuels me harier than werewolves under full moon lunacy / Ludwig von Bee Thoven rap, ya’ll know Lindsay Lohan should be slapped with a backhand / while I swipe her De Beers ‘n’ trade tha ice bracelet for some beer / Science gives a fuck, armored harder than a Brinks truck / all y’all rappers is cream puffs ‘n’ I’ve seen enough to reach out ‘n’ touch, if weed is bud then I’m a BUDSMOKER / beer drinkin’, breath stinkin’, shit, I still corrode my nose like I was 15 except now I know Da Vinci’s Code ‘n’ cut fuckers’ earlobes like Van Gogh ‘n’ often feast ambrosia

[Twisted Science]

kill uncivility with fatal guillotines / act righteous or get cast down ‘n’ smited like Angel of Light shit/ Illuminati, 33 Degree Masonics, tha Last Time of Days’ upon us / modern day Babylonia United Slaves, dope’s cleaned with acetone ammonia / I crave Saved By Tha Bell rang / Lark Voorhies, spark tha vocal cords with verbal stories / more heartfelt than Morrisey, behold I ride a pale horse / perceived to breathe heavy like coke fiends, searchin’ for pebbles of rock dropped on the upholstery / you know it’s me cuz I unload tha toast for bread / I heard 4 of your bars God, you ain’t no threat / what I said’d break legs ‘n’ crack a cranium like a dozen eggs / duckin’ tha federales though I deadringer tha composite sketch / I pickpocket skaters with chains on their wallets ‘n’ splash tha internet with text messages from Intertechs…

[Twisted Science]

cue me in, I spazzola Manola MCs who fold in / I flame ‘n’ burn coal, broke right through tha Trojan/ spoke tha slogan precise how Science wrote it, I seen punks with fat trunks like tha hoes tha size of Oakland / semis spit ‘n’ land right in colons, your style’s colostomy, I wonder where you stole it / throwin’ rhymes, it’s Nolan Ryan on tha mic ‘n’ I advise kids I’m tha paradigm ‘cuz with tha mic I terrorize from thugs to abstracts / tha backpacker Twist, note tha asterisk / my Hip Hop’s like Lazarus ‘n’ tha Savior of Nazareth / Nazarenes, casually dressed casualties lose fatal faculties, who wanna laugh with me? happily ever after…

[Twisted Science]

tha way I archeology philosophies is wicked like Mephistopheles / my diction digs in wigs diabolic in coffins ‘n’ caskets / Science always got his thoughts cocked back under his Osh Kosh B’gosh jacket ready to snatch chains ‘n wallets / I admonish immaculate, tha rap Monteque splash you Capulets accurate / I smash you half-wits like Cassius, damages traumatic happen - look at Milo’s brain, cabbage was once placid / graphics freed graffitti bandits, BDS masterpieces / tha creed of weed smoke everywhere, rivals revel me / they wish they’re on tha same level as me, Milo, I flow heavily like bitches’ periods / severest like Syrians fightin’ Israelis, Yahweh, He’ll never fail me / I attract hoochies with tha fat tails ‘n’ tight coochies / loosely every rhyme I spit is based on Science life / MCs, you ain’t no match for my Hip Hop, you’ll be victimized…

[Twisted Science]

at your services, my verse disperses words that get tha Earth to spin, in perverted terms I leave courts adjourned / swarms of dwarves is coerced by what I export over tha drum kicks, felt tips script tha thunderous rhyme that dryhumps tha mic device / mega like a gigabyte, forever battle when I dim tha lights / larger decibals, move tha decimal, I facilitate correctional / hetero sexual, incandescent, flex my testicals from which sparks fly / genuine article from the archives, my art of 16, the archenemy of apartheid / read my lips, spread ‘em apart, right? et cettra, my Beretta 9 lets off 5 ‘n’ dislodges spines / dissolvin’ minds like natural enzymes ‘n’ Alzheimer’s / rusty shanks ‘n’ 25 to lifers ‘n’ what I’m aspirin’, to grab ahold of / now just wait a minute – hold up, I splash tha memorable criminal bodhisattva venerable shit that flashes thru tha temporal / atypical visual crafter rough drafts that ask for reciprocals yet none can match them / waxin’ poetic havoc, jams is what I traffick in / fold my thoughts in half, I get 20 bars…

[Twisted Science]

I’m here to ressurrect it, my flow hurts minds like urinary tract infections ‘n’ my Hip Hop is pure with obscure references / address how I lunge at tracks / kids cringe, pull tha plunger back / pierce tha flesh with a dirty syringe filled with real rap that claps blue steel / I walk tha yard with 16 bars concealled, I spot tha God across tha field / he snitched on his own homeslice to cop a deal / SNY or GP don’t matter, ya talk to placas, ya squeal / palabra, I’m tha God-Child noddin’ out / sniff ‘n’ snort tha White China ‘tween her tits, my trigger finger itches / draw my sword ‘n’ I extort lyrics, double-edged, off with your head / like Meth said - “Watch Ya Step, Kid, Protect Ya Neck” / full-fledged, accept tha collect / eclectic muse, I promise threats with a short fuse / these rhymes’ll stripsearch ya whole crew / ya sister, ya mama ‘n’ your buttaface cousin too…

[Twisted Science]

classic framework laces tha track, paper splashed with rap so dope you insert it in your vein pain refrain Blunted Stanza / punish the wack with flame thrown at they lame poem that wouldn’t be dope even if I wrote it / omens is ominous, tha pen strikes spoken apocalypse, ven aqui, I’ve dockets of epiphanies / make sure it’s roasted if you got beef ‘n’ polly with a burner / like Nat Turner I had a vision / manifest text that’s apex ‘n’ zest with depth that separates tha ex-skeleton from your ex-flesh / with finesse I molest tha alphabet with conceptual hymnals doper than coke bindles, I sniff piles off my C-file / buck wildin’ ruffneck ruckus rough draft assassin, left my handprint on rap as big as Los Angeles / lampin’ with a clip in tha mic, spit with spite ‘n’ smite internet sites with tha might of Intertechs at night with infrared lights / battlin’ Mandarin Cantonese, a half-attractive Anglo-Saxon that dampens panties of a half-Japanese bitch that likes to sip semon / I rhyme for reasons beyond my control / thoughts fill up my mind like demon possession…

[Twisted Science]

I motivate motions with emoticons, poetic troves of treasure, my rap ledger severs 16 measures together with no response / switchblade thoughts carve tha mic, Starters ‘n’ Levis, barber shop flame thrower rhymes / aim lower, I reach high ‘n’ stoic, minds explosive / throats get names, slogans, focus, I stay loaded / Raven Simone lickin’ up Jane Does, once upon a time so precocious / grow up as if ignorance really remains bliss / dummies thrive livin’ like Puffy, thoughts materialize materialism, have a stroke ‘n’ realize to exist is a joke / bury me broke ‘cuz I can’t take it with me…

[Twisted Science]

bare in mind, I designed tha universe / my heritage, tha God that defeats you heretics / I get applause from any crowd, semiautos ‘n’ 4 pounds ‘n’ bravos to tha novels I endow / diarrhea of tha mouth but you ain’t sayin’ shit, every 3rd round’s a tracer so I could see at night when I spit / I like tarts as thick as Buffy that got a gluttony to put it in they mouth, my darts is sharp as serrated cutlery / MCs don’t wanna fuck with me, flare an 8th, inhale exhale, tha Earthplane incinerates when my pen filets with ink, lines of menacing thought - the epiphanies of a earthbound God / lauded, I snap tha olive branch in half ‘n’ shove tha “peace” in your scary-ass, fuck tha populous / you fairy MCs need not talk yo, you could spare tha Gods, I attack with Mortal Kombat combos / the Original Sancho that taught Eve tha Kama Sutra ‘n’ there was no STDs right between that hoe’s hooters / I kissed tha nape of her neck ‘n’ tasted cunnilingus in her flesh, tha Cunnin’ Linguist spits tha best…