Liven life up like its 1593,
It’s a Revolution, would you not agree?
So, if you are wonderin what they call me
Google my name, Galileo Galilee
Isacc Newton, you’re a physicist.
Get on my level, like a real scientist
So what, Gravity? Nothing is new,
That apple fell to eliminate you.
It was God’s sign to tell you it’s over,
Come to my side, Red Rover, Red Rover.
Calculus, Gravity, I’m not impressed.
Heliocentricity is better than the rest.
Oh yeh, you know, my work’s important,
You used mine, to get your own token.
My work was deemed heresy, but of course I disagree
All you did, was watch an apple from a tree
All in all, I angered the pope,
But who’s the one lookin in a telescope?
That’s right, the telescope was my invention,
When I come in the room, everybody flinchin.
Westminster Abbey, you say it rules?
Man, you aren’t the Beatles, Hey Jude, Hey Jude.
I serve you like Queens, Freddy Mercury
You can hear me in Bohemian RAPsody
I wouldn’t want to Jeopardize your rhymes,
But like Ken Jennings, I do 74 times.
You’re neither scientist, nor rapper,
Hardly, even the latter, but you keep trying like an insomniac napper
I’m on a roll, can you Believe I’m not butter?
I should be called cain, and if abel, you the brother.
So, Mr. Newton, do you feel unnerved
Grab a napkin homie, because you just got served.