Twisted Science Cypherz

[Twisted Science]

I’m captivated like prison populations ‘n’ punishment for wages of sin / my syntax misbehaves like inhalation of cocaine / intoxication, unprotected copulation ‘n’ tha same ole, blood come out your anal / from ancient fables of gunshots ‘n’ ashy bitches thin as a rail, triple beams ‘n’ grams that tip tha scale / cross state lines to sling whales, sippin’ pale ales / snortin’ cocaine, placed on my left pinky nail / pigs is paid off with blood money, snort dope by tha half-gram as I formulate plans to put slugs up in you dummies ‘n’ I nut in many honeys’ tummies, slappin’ their buttcheeks / shave ‘n’ take a shower ‘n’ I still appear scuzzy / watch your demeanor, don’t rub me wrong / I’ll make you disappear like Kim Kardashian’s thongs / Kanye was verbal, then flipped commercial, I’ll snatch tha ninja'z chain yo, then trade it for some purple haze ‘n’ go snort some Draino / coordinate a vocal coronation, hatin’ on Horus / scores follow me like Satan, my brightness shine, can you find tha correlation? my witty retorts shorn tha whiskers off of pretty faces…

[Twisted Science]

how many MCs must get dissed? it’s tha simplest remembrance to tha ‘90s kid / highest definition Science, high-minded, I slice up western hemisphere pariahs like Van Gogh ears / my poetic prose causes caution flow’s caustic, leakin’ out tha kitchen faucet / lower tha drawbridge, I place Hip Hop in a coffin, smokin’ rap out a glass bong ‘n’ tha shit leaves me coughin’ / crush ‘n’ snort the Oxycotin carried in my bubble goose jacket pocket / tha shit leaves me itchin’ ‘n’ noddin’ / my pen accosts niggaz like Holy Spirit Pentecostal / my lines is scripted wicked like spirits in vodka bottles / domino effect, my rhymes’ like Placido with a tech / High Karate Kid like Ralph Macchio, Picasso fresh / dressed in camouflage fatigues ‘n’ Timberlands, carryin’ verbal weaponry in my head, 730 on my neck / snatch cat’s Gretzky rope, trade it for 7 grams of dope on tha basis that my closest friend is yae yo / amphetamines, weed, I like to drink malt liquor nigga / you wanna stick me up, just make sure you pull tha trigger…

[Twisted Science]

I’m a giant with rhyme expertise, Science spits hyper than any MC since tha
1990s / react, take it back prior to Maybachs / I can’t pass it up, rollin’ in lowered bulletproof Acuras / half-wits get splashed with semi-automatic thoughts that hold hostages / novices shit in their pants when I cock tha octaves / they leave hella distraught, I lace tha weed with hella rock / smoke tha speed to get your flesh sprocked / I only party on tha block way beyond 12 hours long / tha Glocks click 16 shots ‘n’ then I switch tha clip / I eat kosher ‘n’ rest tha 7th day, demons find my flesh already possessed / I’m tha Hip Hop head with tha God complex / deoxyribonucleic, faulted like San Andreas, Budsmokin’ taggers’ how we based tha clique / goin’ thru changes like menstruation or a 6-pack of cervecas / you ain’t no MC, ya shit’s too basic / plus you enflame my hatred, Hip Hop lyricy’s my life, it ain’t just entertainment, my pen’s a torch ‘n’ emits flame from tha tip / commercial rappers is like Taylor Swift, kid, we’ll never get together again / tha culture’s sick, it needs to use tha Scientific method, tha flyest way to separate tha wack from rap brethren / immaculate, festive ‘n’ scholastic, I’m impeccable / so large I got a gravitational pull / from tha grave to tha cradle I was pulled with a deviated nasal membrane, snatchin’ gold chains ‘n’ cables / waitin’ for a whale, I was thrown in jail, never point tha finger with tha Lee Press-On Nails…

[Twisted Science]

my eyes stay elongated, throngs of Gods never made it / bitches in thongs shake it, yo, where ya education? threads keep me connected, thoughts majestic / tha Laws of tha Universe is order ‘n’ 20 bucks’ll get me a quarter / Da Vinci Stradivarius rhymes, pluck my heartstrings on a 4-4 time / clad in a Wu-Tang Clan shirt with unabash-ed candor / I’ll bend a big booty bitch over ‘n’ I’ll stab her for bein’ my emotion captor / dirty hoe, though many have inhabited her, she got that fat ass ‘n’ perty cabbage / words sting repeatedly, killin’ me soft with hardcore songs, my eyes stay Pekinese…

[Young Gun]

Chameleon coded, blend with surroundings/
Energy's noted, every time a sound rings/
Stored in mental banks ears absorb information/
Walls hear what you think with no warned indication/
Your greatest fear or your worst enemy/
Make a statement clear, and the word’s sent to me/
Observing for centuries, data learned is pent in me/
Til eventually I'm dismembered and a memory/
Grown with age, spirits accumulate/
A past experience that assumes a shape/
And through it states a portion of history/
That's microscopic to the stories equipped to me/
A sheepish betrayal, or death of a lover/
I hone secrets and details that are never uncovered/
Clinging to my confines is the drawn line/
A walls lips never speak what a wall finds/

[Twisted Science]

orchestrate tha ink to splash ethereal / choreograph verbal venereal disease, I could cure it in 16 / doc Science, fuck benign, Twist works with malignance / dim tha brightness in tha horizon / isn’t my shit tight? split tha hymen, blood seeps out vaginas / porno bitches is dick-riders / from Lost Angels to Now York there’s a hundred-thousand dual-edged swords cuttin’ hardcore, now who’s ready for war? fuck awards, my dart is catharsis / no psychoanalyst could define how my heart was burnt to a crisp / courts adjourn after 12 sequestered give prison terms to chesters then they get murked / I reap justice whether not it hurts / snortin’ narcotics ‘n’ walkin’ around with hundred dollar rocks of cocaine in my pocket / I brought back true rap over tha boom-bap beat knockin’ / brute craft, my rough drafts skeet on backs of bitches chocolate…

[Twisted Science]

flash my rogue terminology, do tha numerology / my vigilante stance prances Knolege ‘n’ Equality / Golden Era Rap retroactive from tha Golden State / MCs leave ciphers with 4 holes in their face / I rap math that matches like fashion trends followed by half-wits / I blaze Mary Jane with a gram of crack in tha spliff / my braggadosia’s knockin’ ‘n’ my raps hold tha music industry hostage / y’all can’t spit, checkout how y’all just get admonished / negative cancels tha positive factors / avenge Hip Hop with adverbs that fracture rap amateurs / I tamper tracks with a golden axe, tha boldest cat / thoughts roam all over tha landscape while I post like a lamp / my hands shake by way of tha damage to my brain / my haikus prove my advanced I.Q. ‘n’ that you’re lame / I’m Satan’s ambassador of hate, my vas deferens carry weight / bronze brass, my iron fires flame / cliques expire when dire straits arise, I give a fuck about ya fame cuz blood’ll still stain your attire / behold I’m tha style reviser, still sportin’ a visor / reach 1 to teach 1 like dumb ‘n’ blind 85ers…

[Twisted Science]

accessory after the fact, I stay strapped with stacks ‘n’ molest rap tracks with fact, clad in a fitted cap / sniffin’ crack with a White bitch, got a big ole ass like she Black ‘n’ prefer me to hit it from tha back / glass eyes is glossy, my pastime is that half my mind’s trapped in rhyme / establish brashness ‘n’ act asinine / patricide, I kill tha father to your steez, ya shit is wack yo / ipso facto, tha mac splash any race, color or creed / drape the airwaves with vocal mosaics of interwoven verbose tapestries / cauliflower earlobes get continuously probed in 3 hundred 60 positions by my poetic compositions / I spit quick-witted hits that rift Hip Hop cliques down tha center / I been Twisted since birth yo, I ate my own placenta / a brain with a bloody crown of thorns is my emblem ‘n’ verbal murder’s my agenda / knowledge is born when my endorphins swarm ‘n’ ignorance is dwarved from Southern Cali to tha islands of New York / forlorn cuz y’all fictitious like Easter, Christmas ‘n’ tha stork / you uninventive redundant ninjaz 1 day’ll redeem justice / 1 day I’ll bring forth justice whether physical destruction or lyrical poetic couplets / from tha prefix thru tha body till tha suffix, I stay 1 hundred with Gerbis yo ‘n’ you know our Souls are Blunted…

[Twisted Science]

I stab a half-wit outta habit, battlin’ myself for practice / snatchin’ gold chains ‘n’ holy amulets / trade ‘em in for cocaine ‘n’ spegack, see my name upon tha manuscript / who tha fuck you thought causes cats to flip? with tha Golden Era reminiscent rap tactics, that’s visual like droppin’ 6 tabs of blotter acid / Scalastick’s thoughts manifested beyond a blog or text message / more aggressive than South to North Mexicans / I’m restive, approach tha cipher dressed in double bulletproof vested with tha pinstripes / Science Scalastick, 3 hundred-ninety-seven Fahrenheit / purge tha rhyme from my mind like a verbal parasite, Jeremiah as tha world’s paradigm of perfection / life lessons learned ‘n’ taught to the innocent who get burned by tha pretentious / I’ve been ‘n’ always have before tha genesis / thoughts trickle out the end of my pen’s tip…

[Twisted Science]

keep ya mouth shut before you end up without much / I’m loud as fuck before I snatch chains, ya shoulda kept it tucked ‘n’ ruckus rousin’ is what I’m about with 40 bottles smashin’ ‘n’ 40 caliber gun bouts, walkin’ around in big trousers / Blunted Souls with coupon vouchers stolen, wildin’ out like neo-Nazi socialists usurpin’ Poland once ‘n’ over again / it’s tha most potent vocalist Science, hella noble, local to Ayn Rand McNally globe toted on my back / Glock’s in my fannypack loaded with extra clips, tha verbose ephedra shit / I know girls who blow so much I refer to them as headonists/ nah really, what tha fuck is rockabilly?

[Twisted Science]

I destruct tha lined tablet with verbal gymnastics scribbled / harder than a bitch’s nipples when her titties get tongue tickled / nickel-plated guns swivel ‘n’ air missiles are liberated in tha form of epistles / I spit shit at foreign cliques like I was Don Rickles, or Archie Bunk / arteries get punked when I dump tha pistol grip air pump / life just ain’t fair to some so they blame others for circumstance as Fate, I laugh at the excuses they embrace / rap music must be saved, Scalastick thug estudious attracts chickens with tha fattest gluteus maximus / I use my thought as weaponry, hell’s within reach ‘n’ I read minds with telepathy…

[Twisted Science]

whips crash carnage ‘n’ all you rappers is garbage / flags stay half-mast cuz death happens, it’s hard to harness / who started this? I don’t know but I’ma end it with 1 sentence, aka 16 bars in a clip / emphasis on tha harshness, I attack a track with visuals like spiritual auras / I psyche psyches throughout society / Science’s verbal piety to Hip Hop is in a variety of steezos, I keep tha piso at 9 ‘n’ 3 / a butcher knife MC, meat cleaver demeanor, smoke signals in tha chimney / I’ll gladly pay you Tuesday like Wimpy, my Wu-Tang sword style alludes to my appetite for rappin’ right/ I craft a rhyme so dope I’m forced to snort it up tha nostril with no cartilage, it goes straight to the throat / my bars is so ill, their carcinogenic, my syntax got hella sin in it God, it’s just how my pen scripts it…

[Twisted Science]

Science, the ignition’s ignited / my titanic tyrannical wrath splashes crabs like leviathans / I wrong tha righteous with my 3rd eye as bright as tha star lights up in tha sky at nighttime / nickel ‘n’ dime MCs waste my time benign ‘n’ mediocre / I beat tha microphone with rhymes like an ogre / what lies in wait is attained by faith of tha greatness God graces, what I been trained in / silly pagan, you still’ll get killed bein’ affiliated with tha pastiest rhyme sayer / flame sways from my fingertips across 28 acres / next to tha God there’s none that can equate / you paper mache MCs catch machetes to tha face / do I amuse you like Joe Pesci? on tha Serengeti I wild out on you fledglings / ‘n’ when I speak it’s like there’s 10 of me / I make all you pussies wet like you was pregnant and you had to pee…