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md (canadian) - complex lyrics

[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 h-ll 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 sp-ced out in midst of reading consolations
tryna have enlightened conversations
with my momma… she may -ssume 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 sh-t 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 appet-te is different from the scary hustle
ain’t k!ll n0body ‘less we on the mic; my streak is double
my brain’s a puzzle on and off the beat
i ain’t piece the sh-t 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 sh-t i’m saying
i hope the crazy kids’ll love the sh-t on broken frame
i know for certain when it hits, you ain’t gon’ feel a pain– complex

- md canadian lyrics

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