my demonic sonnets leave priests jaundice, honest, I bronze tha mic before I spit a tint on it, CREAM flows like Jews at Hanukah / I’m ominous like Dante’s Inferno thru a wormhole, fuck you punks at thrift shops with fur coats / I skip rocks outta my pocket with 9 millimeter Hip Hop, tha thoughts of this scofflaw’s like Alfred Hitchcock’s / I stay Twisted sideways, that’s how I lift tha Glock, I lace cyanide on tha track ‘n’ never take derogatory comments back / I harass tha producer’s boom-bap / fluent in rap ‘n’ how I speak matter-factly about drab things, your savagery tests my tenacity, deep ‘n’ heavier than gravity / I have the audacity to dare MCs to blast me, yet none of thems as crafty to damage me / I can’t bleed, I’ve been branded Knolege God Cyphah Twisted Science his majesty…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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Last edited by Twisted Science; 10-24-2013 at 10:15 PM.