In response to ElMarko64’s keystyle verse:

Yo it’s Mark, I’m hailin from the 513, and I’m callin out the bluff handed down by Brady.  Showin off my mad skills, shurkin off my worst ills, through the lips and back again like I took too many pills.  Spittin game like Milton Bradley, rhymes and more but sadly, I can’t quit the lyrics cuz if I do they’ll end badly.  Ya know I’m reppin the 8th Floor, longformin’ and then more don’t ask me to confrom cuz that requst I will ignore.  I got puns out the dome, now I wanna go home, so just(Alt+M) and I’m ready to roam.  Gotta cut a news station so I’ll FireFox, I had Internet Explorer til he caught the smallpox.  I stand six feet (That’s three pairs of socks), not a druggie, hate geology cuz I aint down with rocks.  You wanna test my wit, step right up and sit, I’ll be gatherin my lyrics gettin ready to spit.

Alright Mark, let’s see what we can do here:

Dear Mark Hale thanks for taking the lead,
Like a trail of Reese’s Piece’s follow like E.T.,
But you’re just on the ground, I’m extra terrestrial,
Prayin’ to get lifted but I’m glued into this vestibule,
Catch a cold, sniffle sneeze, bless you, I thank you please,
Sail on this flow, moving no where with pleasantries,
I am on a boat, but it ain’t no lonely island,
Sky is the limit but I’m starin’ at horizon,
Can you hear me now, I ask you like Verizon,
Can you fear me now, that’s your homework assignment,
Can you beer me now, it’d be divine hoptimus primin’,
That’s the end, hit me up by replyin’.