MD (Canadian) - Transit [Intro] [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[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..."