Transit [Intro]

[Verse 1] My name MD, used to want to be MJ I'd rap about the gunplay, but that is not M-E ... Unless I, make an allegory, for fun sake Started from the ground, but I'm driven like a Hyundai on a Monday Working 'till I'm bound to reach my M-O Cause what I hear is funny as the knocking of an elbow Fake it 'till you make it? I say hell no And that's the bottom line like it was Stone Cold that said so I'm... MD, but the initials A, M, and M Casualties are eminent, I'm spittin' eight M&Ms Sweet up on the mic, but the tragedy is evident Stumble off a beat, then I recover like Eminem in 2010 I'm sorta "Shady" when I grab a pen Never been a saint, but as a rapper I am heaven-sent And hellbent on reppin' rappers with a sentiment To change the game we love with matters madder than they ever been And if I'm lucky, then the crew will be shining 'Till me and my dawgs eat, like Scooby Doo in the 90s I'm cool and I'm 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 It's like they can't compose a couplet, should be reading their phonics It's ironic how we ain't in the same league... In a way, we're like the Rockets and Comets Nowadays, 'em kids'll 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, I'll do my best to get it back like the Sonics *iPhone rings* ... You know my words are outstanding, man I'm 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..."