[Verse 1] My name MD, used to want to be MJ Id rap about the gunplay, but that is not ME ... Unless I, make an allegory, for fun sake Started from the ground, but Im driven like a Hyundai on a Monday Working till Im bound to reach my MO Cause what I hear is funny as the knocking of an elbow Fake it till you make it? I say hell no And thats the bottom line like it was Stone Cold that said so Im... MD, but the initials A, M, and M Casualties are eminent, Im spittin eight MMs Sweet up on the mic, but the tragedy is evident Stumble off a beat, then I recover like Eminem in 2010 Im sorta Shady when I grab a pen Never been a saint, but as a rapper I am heavensent And hellbent on reppin rappers with a sentiment To change the game we love with matters madder than they ever been And if Im lucky, then the crew will be shining Till me and my dawgs eat, like Scooby Doo in the 90s Im cool and Im grimey, with oodles of rhyming While munching on numerous noodles of Ramen ... And kicking magic, like the shoe of a shaman These rappers is funny, I read em like comics Its like they cant compose a couplet, should be reading their phonics Its ironic how we aint in the same league... In a way, were like the Rockets and Comets Nowadays, em kidsll always say that rappers have lost it Because the way that some of them are applauded I love the game, and it was never platonic And regardless, Ill do my best to get it back like the Sonics iPhone rings ... You know my words are outstanding, man Im hungry as a Budapest pedestrian in Amsterdam Damn, ampersand I kill em and I been a champ 5 time, Bloody Mary, Booker T, or Candyman [Chatter] Observer Bruh, do you rap or something? MD Yeah, sorta...
md, rapper, sorta, like, oodles