[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..."