it’s tha Science, when I write verse I leave smoke ‘n’ sparks flyin’ outta tha pen’s tip / lines combine after tha ink spits / I’m tha pekid rhymer that’s equivalent to Christ Jesus, my soul’s part of Holy God tha Father / I smoke bubble pipes, bongloads ‘n’ straight shooters ‘n’ I serrate a MC’s past, present ‘n’ future / you nincompoops attempt to guess what’s more estudious my flesh or my spiritual representation / Twisted’s evolved evolution’s arranged with elevated human brains ‘n’ tha chompers of barracudas / my veins are coursin’ with Hip Hop, my cerebral cortex has knowledge dormant / I blow 3 4ths of a rainforest then suspend tha blunt’s lit tip with loosely tied Timberlands/ my limericks’re constricted rhyme sentences / get sent to do a prison bid ‘n’ they’ll take away your SSI benefits / I load every 3rd as a tracer in tha clip especially to see your face at night when I spit / I’m like tha Soviets spyin’ on rivals, maniacal / my pen’s an assault rifle, blowin’ holes in my rap bible…
Any errors in Twisted's lyrics are solely that of typist & not in any way reflective of Twist's original handwritten work. Twist reviews typewritten work sent him by snail mail, any needed corrections are made & returned via snail mail from Twist who is in belly of beast.
Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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