Got niggas mad at me, but gravity...//
Ain't strong enough to hold me down//
Mad cause he's not dethroned, but crowned//
My goals are proud and my robe is brown//
I rose through a method known as flow//
Been through horror thats not known to Poe//
A poem I wrote has never posed as a gloat//
But braggin' has to happen when I'm rappin//
Your skills are slackin' mine are happenin'//
Due to the skull where my mind is trapped in//
My rhymes attacking your minor passion//
Of trying to outshine without shine//
You have none, so how can you have more than I//
I'm immortalized as a millenial Mordecai//
With every war of rhymes, I'm more despised//
My birth on earth was the Lord's suprise//
To mankind a blessin' with every damn rhyme//
Oral eyes, I spit pictures that prophesize//
Through the author's eyes, then are authorized//
Organized, handed to choirs, then harmonized//
It's impossible to absorb my rhymes in normal time//

Different type flow for all y'all cats... what ya think?!