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Old 11-28-2013, 11:42 PM   #376
Twisted Science
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Science, in alliance with crime rhymers, my mind defines the end of time like tha Mayans / rappers want classic 5 Mics in tha Source, my 4-5th matches tha casket to tha corpse / Arafat paragraphs trap tracks like court judges, I strangle cats with mic cord ruckus / so ill I’m disgustin’, so attractive I make chocolates ‘n’ redbones start blushin’ / my bars end discussion, my fleshtones tha same as both Armenians ‘n’ Russians / I stay blunted, kidnappin’ muthafuckers, cuff ‘em up tight, grab tha buck knife ‘n’ start cuttin’ up they stomachs over New York drum kicks, refuse pork but I’m still snuffin’ shit / what I script scuffs Timbs ‘n’, this artist brush wisdom, stuck within prison for the interim / flash jewels ‘n’ snatch pendants, I’m so dope, coca leaves is my derivative / Twisted, tha lyricist who spits syphilis at existence, I slit ignorant ninjaz’s wrists then drip piss in it / this Hip Hop I’m conditioned in, commercialism, I sign tha death certificate / revere Knolege God Science as his sovereign eminence, thoughts is limitless, cock tha 5th ‘n’ make him empty his pockets quick, tha Glock clicks ‘n’ his heartbeat quits, I carve TS on either side of his wig / walk into stations ‘n’ start clappin’ pigs miscellaneous cuz death makes me complacent / sophisticated Caucasian whose representation reaches out ‘n’ decapitates tha 7 heads of tha Beast ‘n’ Satan / I teach heathens ‘n’ pagans when I speak what’s written on these leaflets ‘n’ pages…, my 4-5th matches tha casket to tha corpse / Arafat paragraphs trap tracks like court judges, I strangle cats with mic cord ruckus / so ill I’m disgustin’, so attractive I make chocolates ‘n’ redbones start blushin’ / my bars end discussion, my fleshtones tha same as both Armenians ‘n’ Russians / I stay blunted, kidnappin’ muthafuckers, cuff ‘em up tight, grab tha buck knife ‘n’ start cuttin’ up they stomachs over New York drum kicks, refuse pork but I’m still snuffin’ shit / what I script scuffs Timbs ‘n’, this artist brush wisdom, stuck within prison for the interim / flash jewels ‘n’ snatch pendants, I’m so dope, coca leaves is my derivative / Twisted, tha lyricist who spits syphilis at existence, I slit ignorant ninjaz’s wrists then drip piss in it / this Hip Hop I’m conditioned in, commercialism, I sign tha death certificate / revere Knolege God Science as his sovereign eminence, thoughts is limitless, cock tha 5th ‘n’ make him empty his pockets quick, tha Glock clicks ‘n’ his heartbeat quits, I carve TS on either side of his wig / walk into stations ‘n’ start clappin’ pigs miscellaneous cuz death makes me complacent / sophisticated Caucasian whose representation reaches out ‘n’ decapitates tha 7 heads of tha Beast ‘n’ Satan / I teach heathens ‘n’ pagans when I speak what’s written on these leaflets ‘n’ pages…
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