I'm BACK you better BRACE yourself, don't know if you can handle MAX
Spittin' fire, drippin' higher level than some candle wax
My songs are Timberland boots at the beach, nah these ain't sandal tracks
Dismantle facts into little riddles written with vandal acts
Graffiti random raps, spray paint my bars on bricks
Custom Chucks up on my feet so please just pardon my kicks
Always believed I could ascend into the stars from the sticks
The prestige is part of the trick and so my art is a mix
Of magic, madness, mindfulness and motivational speech
A vibrant voice always authentic with the occasional reach
Without the patience to preach but the inspiration to teach
How to transform grey skies to a sunny day at the beach
God's in every grain of sand, I know I said it before
Sip spirits with shaky hands, I gotta steady the pour
Got pistols to go with pencils, using lead even more
I'm always praying for peace and yet I'm ready for war
I'm unruly with no studio, so now I think that you should know
By summer I'll go dumber and be right back with that stupid flow
And I don't mean it in the sense to say that my IQ is low
But truly though, the rumors show your dude has got the cue to blow
Got keef under my cuticles, the doobie rolled, I'm smokin
No need to try to fix it if it aint already broken
So sit back and let it soak in, if it isn't thought provokin
My apologies, the scholarly still have to get a joke in
Scribble words so sloppy on the pad, you see 'em think a child had wrote this
Max be spittin' nasty, if you ask me, say my style the grossest
Open up my mouth, it's like my raps be reeking halitosis
You aint heard about it? Bet yo ass that yo best pal would know this
Now ya notice: power, focus, bringing all the best forth
No direction, broken compass, EAST, SOUTH, WEST, NORTH
Supposedly it's cool to be cozy, what I get dressed for?
My bros are rockin robes and I'm showing up in my sweat shorts

And they ask me if I'm rappin still
I tell 'em "HELL YEAH, YOU KNOW THE NAME, MAX. M ILL!"
Always laid back and chill
Like I was laying in a field full of DAFFODILS
I said, man they ask me if I'm rappin still
I tell 'em, "HELL YEAH, YOU KNOW THE NAME, MAX. M ILL!"
Always laid back and chill
Like I was laying in a field full of DAFFODILS

I watched a butterfly fade into the horizon
Like a sailboat floating out over the ocean skies and
Realized that my reality is only in my eyes and
My imagination may create scenery more surprising
Than the simple thoughts and literal images of the average man
I'm staring at the city streets and seeing them as savage lands
Viewing fields of flowers as kaleidoscopes of cabbage and
I'm flexing in my same old fashion like this shit's a lavish brand
Making my own clothes and creating my own flows
I'm determined to be myself more than anything else
'Cause I just wanna make art but deep inside of my heart
I can't be the guy with the sign saying, "ANYTHING HELPS"
I'm badder than M. BISON and writing as cold as ice 'n
I've learned throughout my life that almost anything melts
You can listen to my lyrics but if they don't touch your spirit
I'm happy that you can hear it, but is anything felt?
That's too deep, lemme try and stop, my verse is carved in Mayan rocks
Wilder than the creatures in Australia like a flying fox
My punchlines are Mike Tyson in his prime, you wanna try and box?
Gimme a two clap and a Ric Flair, shout out to Ryan Cox

***CLAP CLAP -- WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!***

This is the MAXtape, live from the living room
Sippin Irish whiskey, gettin' high while I give it to'em
Feeling like when Phil and I caught vibes when we did them shrooms
Sweepin' other rappers to the side, lemme get the broom
These jerks be fakin' like turkey bacon just lurkin' waitin'
For you to slip up, get hurt and break and then you're mistaken
So swerve on Satan, deter the hatin', be pure and great and
You're sure to shake 'em and rise above the infuriation
You heard me saying, Yes I'm rappin still
What else would you expect? Ayo it's MAX M. ILL!
Always laid back and chill
Like I was laying in a field full of DAFFODILS

DAAAAANNNNCEEE BREEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKK!!!!!

BOUNCE BOUNCE BOUNCE
BOUNCE BOUNCE BOUNCE

Yeah you heard the beat
Now I'm on Bourbon Street
Yes I'm servin' heat
Meet me on Bourbon Street
Yeah you heard the beat
Now I'm on Bourbon Street
Yes I'm servin' heat
Meet me on Bourbon Street
BOUNCE

And they ask me if I'm rappin' still
I tell 'em, "HELL YEAH, YOU KNOW THE NAME, MAX M. ILL!"
Always laid back and chill
Like I was laying in a field full of DAFFODILS
They ask me if I'm rappin still
I tell 'em, "HELL YEAH, YOU KNOW THE NAME, MAX M. ILL!"
Always laid back and chill
Like I was laying in a field full of DAFFODILS