MAX BURGUNDY

Working on my new album. Prod entirely by Yuri Beats

I’m sippin mint tea. Workin on my chi. Three hours to showtime. 5581 av du parc - Rodos en Haut. Montreal: Je t’adore

CMJ x Brooklyn x Oct 16

Sept 5 Pyramid Club - NYC

Sept 22 Cabaret Playhouse - Montreal

If you’ve ever written a word about me and the projects I’ve done, I really appreciate it. Thank you! Just know I’m in the lab hard at work on a masterpiece with Yuri Beats. Until then download all y music for free #OreosForBreakfast

This city is a fortress
I’m swimming in her moat
High off the smoke
Inhaling till I choke
I took a bridge and a tunnel and never paid a toll
Foraged for mushrooms it was there I met a troll
Told stories of flesh
Burried in the soil
Ya it’s Burried in my soul
45s spin me dizzy no control
Me want me blanket me get consoled
Me talk pretty one day we all get old
Life moves like airport sidewalks
On my block
Shell Silverstein reads a young fiends dreams
Poetry streams in those iPod budlings
Seedlings careful where you grow
It’s past ten pm careful where you go
Take me out the bronx but my Bronx blood bleeds slow
I’ll never die from blood loss
I’m married to my holocaust
And I pride my pain at all cost
Till I exhaust
I’m lost

This city is a ghetto i walk it on the daily
The shadow that it casts the carpets gettin stale see
Snakes in the grass they will never fail me
Let’s open up the txt to where we left this course off
I’ve seen war in the ghetto ain’t never been to Warsaw
Drinkin polish vodka till my throat gets sore
Thinkin I could grow taller than the buildings and never get poor
Too late already am already was
Say the block is hot
Fuck we leave the Serengeti for?
Ancestors chopped the sugar cane
As investors it was all in vain
Cuz they funded the labor but the plantation wasn’t in their name
Life moved like auction blocks
And they walked
Across and they got shaved and caged off
Like eggs to the highest bidder trying to whisk a steak sauce

I’m sick and tired of all the mother fuckers askin me for drugs.

Momma drink momma drink momma drink momma have that drink
I think you love that drink
more that you love me
Bring me in the world like every other man don’t you trust me?
You don’t trust me
Fuck me
don’t I bleed, when you cut me
Should be everyone but me
this what happens when you read too much it’s true
Tell your son play with the shit he was left to
You tell him the world is yours and hes a clepto
Raise a man hate a man
Make a plan to never date again
Then sit on that couch
Momma I miss you
I swear I said I wasn’t gon diss you
But I can’t double coupon enough tissues
New England issues
my first winter
My first line
Tell me what was my first line
It was a really lonely time
I had my first line
I felt like superman combine with the wine
And the money I was making
Overdraft statements
Couldn’t afford a school so I quit
Aint had the heart to tell you
So I never acknowledged it
My life’s a pile of shit
I know you’d feel like you failed me more than I failed myself
I shamed myself
I worked more slept less
Smoked newports for the stress
They say drugs kill dreams that’s cool I don’t sleep much
Dunkin coffee in my cup
Go head try and keep up
Plus my pint is from Dublin
Bartender has amnesia
My mind frees up
Brave heart make me want to paint my face and steal stuff
Ashamed of how I look
Fuck my nose proud of what I took
Faster than a security guard
I guard my insecurities hard
All aboard this rail road is going underground
The hail storm thunder makes a loud sound and I’m lost
No tv show
Lookin for my freebie yo
Wind Gus CB 4 
Black locs over my white eyes
Eyes wide poor greedy folks
Gossip girl gossip girl
Spreading all that motherfuckin gossip girl
That’s how I lost my girl
But you said yo
that I was young my heart was supposed to be like jello
Hello
Acceptable behavior for a man with my melonin
Somebody make Cosby explain the hell I’m in
Cuz coin tell pro
Was sent to kill slow
Henry died sam chose the third rail yo
Flashing lights
Spirits pass at night
Praying to my patron saint Michael
Please air jordan let me fly over that fence I’m leapin
I cant afford another ass beaten
again
No siblings thank god no Ritalin
Just good old fashion be littlen
Good old fashion gettin treated like shit
And shits what’s for dinner you gon eat it and you gon like it
Grit your teeth
don’t no body wanna hear your life story but you gon write
Cuz when you die they dissect it
And recite it
Fill you mind pad yo pockets
Heres how you make it in the world with a modern day profit

Depression hunger

Music video today at noon