it gets better, with time., by Mao and Qwaint

it gets better, with time.

by Mao and Qwaint

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1.	Assembly Line 02:49	lyrics	buy track
I don't sleep anymore, I lay awake and stare at the ceiling, feeling the the cold chills in the air I stopped caring about my body, I don't know about mind This insomniac lifestyle has my sanity wound tight but these lonely nights are the only times I can think in silence my eyes get weak as they fight the weight of my eye-lids Tomorrow's crisis has too much emphasis for me to go to sleep and not think about the present tense What I did yesterday directly effects my next move I can't pretend to tread lightly, I know I'm dead in this tomb Soon I'll the exit and accept this life sentence working for the weekend and collecting my cents then checking my mail box for receipts and advertisements looking for companionship as I read the fine print I'll find it as soon as I decipher these psychics time is a law, I've decided to abide by it The night shifts I'll drift as these day dreams drain me What's pain, but a feeling of sensation before angry? I'm not crazy, Im just obsessed with life If I'm seconds from my death, I'll be checkin the time Cause you know how it goes, a glass is s'posed to hold its own but after a few fractures, it shatters and crashes to floor well imagine thats your life, you're in a casket before you're born a tragic accident, one mishap, and you're nappin in the morgue You're left in cabinet, you cadaver is poked and stabbed at you're an inanimate object, less respect than a lab rat Test research won't done on your dead flesh Your death is purged from the Earth moments from your last breath Ya, and dont forget, you'll soon be forgotten You're an infinite memory, but your body's slowly rottin' Your nutrients begin to return to the Earth Welcome back to cycle, reborn in the dirt What's taken from the Earth, will be returned over time Recycled over and over, rolling through the assembly line. What's taken from the Earth, will be returned over time Recycled over and over, rolling through the assembly line. Cause metal rusts, nuts and bolts become one the elements cut with dust, turning the boulders into crumbs Nothing's indestructible when nature's at her finest we can suck her tits dry but can't deny this new climate time is a luxury, but patience aint a virtue watching this clock is a hobby that'll hurt you
2.	Poetics 01:57	lyrics	buy track
Socialized, vocalized, a poem from the open mind Localized or globalized, chosen from the writer’s eye Cold as ice, but twice as warm as the heart Idolized, demoralized, sodomized by the grasp of art Images and pictures painted with language switching faces, persistent changes as it fills up pages Outrageously entertaining, it’s definitely infinite It’s opinion, it’s written, it’s spoken, it’s listened by the ear, to any engaged brain projecting collages reminiscent of pain or glistening with joy, or throbbing with love the answers never a, b, or c, it’s d, all of the above from the depths of our soul, we find poetic voice a component of our spirit, impossible to avoid we have a choice to be here, so let it be heard capture the essence in the structure of the word I’m always looking up, when I’m falling all the way down catching sound waves, floating back up for the rebound takes every ounce of strength, but I keep it together never surrender to the pressure, I excerpt all my effort I’m an active pacifist , I’m an elaborate analyst I hate paying taxes, but I love salvaging the inanimate I’ve damaged broken bridges and spit in open wells I’ve spoken for peace, I know it doesn’t sell I’ve tried to spell it out, I tried to develop my style At this point in my life, I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like how I sound. I run my mouth, as far as I can walk it I call myself Mao because I’m a self proclaimed prophet I spark explosions for hopeful thought and notions I hold this mic to incite, I try to be noticed by the wise and shy kids, the minds behind the eyelids the lives recognized by the 9 to 5 assignments I do this for the cats, sleeping in the litter I do it for my dogs eating scraps for dinner I do it for hip hop, and all the crazy critters I set up the targets so you can pull the trigger
3.	Stick up 01:53	lyrics	buy track
This is a stick up, put it all on this memory stick I want the mp3s and the wavs, filling up my gigs Don’t mix in pre-drafts, I just want the master tracks Don’t tell me to relax, I want napster back I want all the music to listen to on demand A Random playlist with K-Pop Gender Fluid bands Peruvian flutes and all the boom bap from the boondocks I’m an 80s baby so I gotta rock it on a boombox Yo, don’t stop uploading those files, I didn’t say enough Gimme all the styles, and any genre ever made up I hope your feeling creative, because this hunger is insatiable Music’s the medication, this patient is feeling capable Hey, what’s the code? I’ll start loading up this hard-drive. What do you mean confidential? You don’t get one if you’re part time? You gotta apply yourself more, show the boss you’re ready a 99-cent raise, you could be stepping heavy Accountability, agility and the ability to adapt Oh ya, put some Milli Vinilli on my stash Where was I? Oh ya, get something, do it good If you ever find a door your hand can’t open, use a foot You should def put some Wu-Tang on there too Blue Suede shoes and don’t you forget about Purple Stain, dude Ok cool, it looks like the first device is almost full Only 1 more to go, and lucky for you, I’m feeling sociable So, what do you like to do for fun? What do you mean, where’s my gun? Um, the only weapon I need is politeness So please keep it up, you wouldn’t like me when Im not my nicest Fuck the money, , I just want the music fuck possessions, I don’t want the two cents I want something, and it’s something that vibrates the soul So, gimme the tunes, I’m gonna bump it till I’m whole
4.	Mic Check 02:55	lyrics	buy track
I learned to do it right, by doing it wrong As I’ve burnt away the fuse on this hypothetical bomb Now one false move, could be my unmaking I’m always second guessing my direction, I don’t know which way I’m facing but that’s how I like it, spontaneous events I hate feeling comfortable, I love the taste of panic and stress I don’t care what happens, as long as it happens quick I’m wishing for a disaster or an timely apocalypse So I can test my reactions and assess the situation then add paint to my palette and make my own entertainment A start from scratch , a reboot to the system lose it all on a gamble or a calculated decision Spin the tables, there’s no controlling where it stops I make a living on losing , I abuse life like a prescription drug but when I wake up in the morning with a sore state of mind I’m rejuvenated, medicated, ready to be desensitized Mic Check, I gotta check this wisdom Mic Check, I better try to listen Mic check, I think stupid, but Im not an idiot Mic Check, but thanks for the feedback and criticism Before I knew it, I was thinking like a poet Dreaming of the moment I’d be drinking that poison forcing emotions to rise that I should’ve left buried My anger’s burning , I’m worried and hurt, but I’m still thirsty I’m thinking to myself like a lonely messenger the inks not set yet, but I run an auto-correct editor These metaphors are weak, they won’t reach an audience They gotta sound more street, make these connections more obvious Attempt to accept my perspective and respect the method Double check my melody , then end the sentence with a question mark, so I can get some answers Why is the door locked? What’s the secret password Open sesame, please, I hope you let me it I need VIP entry and access to the Armageddon ignition
5.	Of a Coin 02:17	lyrics	buy track
I never knew what I had, till she was gone The girl made me a man, she put strength in my arms She was the weight in heart, my spark of inspiration The way we talked, I got lost in conversation I would listen to her giggle as I nibbled on her neck I would tickle her, her laugh put a pep in my step Yet, when it came time to tell her how I feel I locked myself in; reinforced the seal I couldn't let anyone in, insecure with my emotions I was afraid to show another soul measure of devotion She knows this, that never stopped her from caring On a daily basis, she carried a smile worth sharing She wore for a stranger, she wore is for her neighbors When she wore it for me, she turned my heart into vapour The nature of what love is, is making me plummet something about these assumption is breaking my functions but I love it -Hook- Hey girl, lets flip the coin Natural beauty, or a plastic toy Hey lady, lets roll the dice Spiritual commitment or one night price 2 sides of a coin, so whats it gon be the woman in my dreams, or the lady on her knees -Verse 2- There's a lot of girls I'd fuck, but not many that I trust There's few I can't stand, but I'll be damned by lust I can look by not touch but not much, keeps me from completely fucking this up A stupid slut is always corrupting my views and visions She tells me I'm a drug, she's got a love addiction All she wants is my dick, so I give her an asshole "SHUT THE FUCK BITCH! You're acting irrational" You can kiss my ass with that one more chance bullshit You won't get this last dance, I'm off to the mosh pit I'll explode from rage, n' displace my anger I hate you face, your voice and every damned curve You're fake from your toes to your teeth I know you're a hoe with a cold personality You're my enemy, That's all you'll ever be to me So fuck off bitch, start moving your feet, peace
6.	Logic 02:02	lyrics	buy track
You can’t stop me talk, obnoxious and obscene probably obliged to act sweet, but I’m salty I find the right time to shine light between the lines I recite despite the zeitgeists way of life I know the right side, the insides and out I look on the bright side, passed out on the couch It’s my life, I’ll waste it like I wanna exercise that right for the price that I bought it I wish I was disconnected from the grid with no interest in the pixels but I’m a holographic kid , with a fistful of nickels My intials are JME, the mystery The third John, but without a jack up my sleeve I got a black cat tatted on my left arm I got unpaid bills chilling on my credit card I got a natural aesthetic fetish I don’t get hard from artificial photo shopped polished pictures I’m the opposite of a novelty, I get dominated in monopoly I hate propaganda, unless It’s being illustrated by me If I was Socrates, hip hop would be my philosophy I’ll drop the logic while Qwaint’s cooks this beat. It’s ashes to ashes and dust to dust in an establishment meant for a clusterfuck assembled like a puzzle but it crumbles under pressure we don’t understand the method, just ingest the message Live to work, work to buy serve the boss, lose your mind 9 to 5 is an automatic sentence abide by the laws and pretend to be accepted a reckless epidemic has infected us, the pathetic they said it was our choice, so my voice is empathetic I know the pain of being controlled. Actually, I lost my brain, so , I don’t know.
7.	What if? 02:58	lyrics	buy track
What if the world was secretly ruled by bankers Who happened to be lizards; shapeshifting alligators What if aliens existed on the dark side of the moon That’s crazy like all those gravity defying weather balloons What if jet fuel doesn’t burn hot enough to melt the beams “Didn’t that free fall look like it was done by a demolition team?” What if the media was corrupt and it purposely lied to us? what would it take for us to stand up and say, “Enough” What if, we never bred with those intergalactic visitors Would we still be living in harmony with our own eco system What if taxes were used to make the king look extra fly Would anybody realize there’s injustice to be recognized What if nationalism was detrimental to our survival Just borders to divide the cattle, and separate in single file What if you’re always being tracked, someone’s always watching Get comfortable with an audience next time you wax the Johnson What if organized religion was nothing but a scam You can call me a heretic, but I’m not living in God’s lands What if the holy word could be interpreted to fit any agenda It’s just a coincidence the winter solstice happens to be in December What if it’s not about belief, Can I take a leap of faith? I might stumble to my feet , but this can’t keep me phased What if one of the religions actually turns out to be fact. Ha, ahahaahaha, that’s a lot of laughs What if the global elite are pedophiles in a pizza shop front Who would’ve thought that resulted in Mister President Trump What if it didn’t matter, because they gave him a fake button Doomdays been evaded! Until they want to profit from production What if we earned enough money actually live in this society Hmm…I wonder if cream is the root of all this anxiety What if there was potion, a cure all for all ailments We’d probably abuse it, use it to for vivid hallucinations What if, politicians got paid based on universal income I’d ask you to slap me, because we are dreaming What if I had a penny every time I screwed up I’d have piles of copper coins, like Scrooge McDuck What if pennies aren’t made from copper, it’s an alloy now Oh well, shit, I’ll add another coin to the pile What if this is just an alternate reality on different timeline Would you question your mortality, walking by land mines What if radiation was slowly killing everything on earth Billion of years before the atmosphere would’ve dispersed What if dinosaurs had feathers but we make history so scales are better What if photosynthesis didn’t exist Uh… well then this wouldn’t be a mix What if terrorism was a business I’ll change the subject, because that’s ridiculous What if I did this because, I don’t even know where this going I write these wonders, and my thoughts keep flowing What if I find some kind of meaning, or some hidden purpose Something I gotta ponder on, it might leave me wordless. … … What if everybody was digging my genius What if everybody was digging my genius What if everybody was digging my genius then I’d have no need to repeat this.
8.	Smash Mirrors 02:35	lyrics	buy track
Be a maverick, be a little bit different Don’t manage to be average, when you know you got the spirit The mirror on the wall can detect single file But it can’t dissect depth as it mimics our style The system rely on reflective surfaces watching you get nervous performing democratic services interpret this, work this into your daily schedule do homework, when you can and have fun when available Make mistakes, smash a mirror for kicks sit down, relax, no one Is going to notice this how old was this? It doesn’t really have life it’s just material positioned with your eyes in sight Decipher the intent behind that cracked reflection Why’s that shadow follow me in every direction If it saying that, and you are saying this I might as well end this verse by saying , you still got my acceptance I……….would like a mirror so I can smash it Me…….a pioneer, and engineer a maverick So you smashed a mirror, now you wanna piece it back together Fingers cut deep, each piece a memory you can’t quite remember With so effort and some sweat, you build a pile of some worth What you got, what you’re not, what you forgot and what you learn You’re sick, you’re hurt, you want a little love a pat on the back, or just a pack of some pudding cups You want to have enough, but enough won’t do it So ask what’s up. Asking for some help from Zues “Who’s this?” He responds to the “I’m not here right now, leave a message after the bleep” I can’t believe it, everybody is saying no they won’t let it pass, it’s completely unacceptable Don’t worry about it, the consequences are your test The opportunity around the corner to prove your best Lesson learned, earned some wisdom and experience accept the challenge with a yes, type it out, end it with a period.

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This began as a spontaneous thought on a summer evening and expanded to become a tethered collection of songs. Mao brings the lyrical flows. Qwaint supplies the beat production. Together, we hope to deliver a unique musical experience.

Check out Mao @
soundcloud.com/maoqubert
mickeymao.newgrounds.com

Check out Qwaint @

qwaint.bandcamp.com
kleptoidkat.newgrounds.com
soundcloud.com/qwaintvibes

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released September 4, 2017

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Mao D'Mighty

Mao began rapping young; he used his rhyming skills to try and flirt with cute girls and pretty teachers. After high school, Mao decided to try something: Mao believed he was smart. Mao put his love of rhyme and hip hop to practice.
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