Complex

[Verse 1: MD] Doing metaphysics with Metta World Peace In Buddhist meditation, I'm not a medic; MD is not a doctor My therapeutic music giving listeners a Detox And when I spit, my verbiage coinciding with the beat rock Sometimes I sit and question everything To cover our existence in a game I know I'll never win I mean, you never know if you don't ask, right? I must've been a great philosopher in my past life At 16, thought I was balling with my racks light My trigger finger itching but I never got the blast right Sat and thought about the world in my asylum Till I hopped up out the boxes, and my lyrics got inside 'em I used to write about the presence of our presidents And how the government is putting poison in the medicine But on the surface, I was stupid for the hell of it And now I got a tape; and we know rapping's what the premise is [Hook: Zen & MD] They say I'm complex, like a magazine Walking through a world, we don't really know anything [x3] ... they say I'm complex, like a magazine I made it for the crazy kids just like me! [Verse 2: MD] Perfect timing... for an existential crisis Young man on the road to "figure out what life is" My destination got a tiny population Feeling spaced out in midst of reading consolations Tryna have enlightened conversations With my momma... she may assume that my adopted father Dalai Lama But that ain't the case; I simply wanna gain some knowledge My death is coming; reason why I gotta Uh, in the words of many: I've got enough on my mind, and I ain't got enough time To put it all in a rhyme I said enough on my mind and I ain't got enough time to put it all in a rhyme Don't get me wrong, this ain't my everyday mindset Just a rapper, there ain't many of my kind yet I'm complex, going off when I'm on kid And I'mma tell you what I'm like, like Nas did [Hook] [Verse 3: MD] I draw a ton from inspirations But used to keep perspective all inside like insulation Dropping shit profound, and then I cut like lacerations Putting all the blame on my twisted imagination MD was Clark Kent... undercover like a married couple Cause I'm the rapper type that didn't wanna carry trouble My appetite is different from the scary hustle Ain't kill nobody 'less we on the mic; my streak is double My brain's a puzzle on and off the beat I ain't piece the shit together myself... yet But this enigma on a mission tryna figure out the riddle How we all some freaking walking contradictions I'm dropping music... as an outlet... to keep me sane I hope my audience feeling all the shit I'm saying I hope the crazy kids'll love the shit on Broken Frame I know for certain when it hits, you ain't gon' feel a pain-- complex