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It’s another slaughter, Mufasa still gets stomped
This time, in high definition, the king is getting dropped
Its like watching Pac get shot, then brought back to life
You can be rebooted, if you become an archetype
Or if the profit’s right, and you got the cream of the crop
Regurgitated, and reanimated, and re-made into a prop
You came from a box, you can be put into square
Don’t stray from your thoughts, remain aware
Don’t to be afraid to believe in an idea,
Learn from mistakes, regret is your only fear
Ya, but shit, creativity is killed by that cat
Copyright up my back, pimples and my ass crack
Use my pubic cushion for public consumption
Blow my bugle, there’s rust on my trumpet
Enter the loophole, and empty my spit valve
I’m coming in your face, here’s a towel, sit down.
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Mao'z Masq ft. GasmasQ
02:43
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Little John
03:17
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Just like that, you’re gone
Won’t be back, you're gone
Just like that, snap, gone
That’s my dad, scrap-heap John
You were there a minute ago, then ya disappeared
All of a sudden your shadow vanished, image unclear
Just like that, I’m asking questions to a mirror
Damn, I miss my dad, I feel lost in here
Spontaneous, out of the blue, no sad goodbye
Poppa popped a fuse, randomly decided to die
We all confused, everyone surprised
What do we do? This gonna ruin our lives
Dad kept me from the lies, raised to respect
He disguised family ties, he paid off those debt
bloodsuckers and leaches, he wrote the cheques
Even after his death ya’ll try to bogart whats left
I hope nothing less then a broken neck, or a lot of suffering
You should expect this, nephew is stepping up to that uncle fuckery
I betchu you still love me, no matter what I say or do
But I’m putting this on the record, Uncle _____ I hate you,
Just like that, you’re gone
Won’t be back, you're gone
Just like that, snap, gone
That’s my dad, scrap-heap John
You best beware, little Mickey is at large
You can’t predict me, I got junky Johnny’s spark
This pretzel I got, it’s salty, just like my heart
No physical attack, but I will slap you with my art
You won’t bleed, you’ll believe I still love
But I cut deep, when I beef with my blood
I will give you the bullet, so you can eat the slug
I’ll even write the eulogy, for these useless fucks
The confusions cleared up, now Im seeing straight
I come from a different pedigree, we just don’t relate
Ya’ll permanent morons, perpetual doofuses
I’ll telling you, my uncles are the 3 stooges
Booze hounds, and ya'll abusive and greedy
You want another hand out, are you kidding me?
You’re cash cow ran out, you can’t pay utilities
I don’t give a fuck, there is no relation between you and me
Just like that, I'm gone
Won’t be back, I'm gone
Just like that, snap, gone
Take a nap, Yawn
Kiss my ass, Gord and Ron
Lenny can lick a toilet with that serpent tongue
Tell me Im doing this wrong, family don’t air it like this
Tell me I’m an embarrassment to to my parents
I mean, parent, but what’s apparent is,
Ya’ll a bunch of vermin, ya’ll are parasidic
Call the paramedic, or the witch doctor
Because ya'll pissed off the spirit of my dead father
So, Im gonna drop ya, I ain’t even paying attention
Fuck the drama, ya’ll just make my head spin
See me as an alien, a reptilian peeling off the dead skin
Just cut off the cancerous bits, its the best medicine
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Scratching the Surface
03:15
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Hair Cut ft. T.R.E.
02:09
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It’s just a look, it’s how I want to appear
You can’t stop it, I won’t disappear
It’s just a look, quit barking in my ear
I don’t care how you wear your hair, in here.
It’s been too long, with these expired coupons
Still got my toque on, to hide it from the boss
I’m catching looks, sideways at my mess
Lets a address it, I’m dressed like a sticky crook
One half of the wet bandits, cooking with a hairnet
No fingerprints in my book, I don’t hit, careless
Looking like a terrorist, because, you want proper
You think I need a therapist, I’m not the Unabomber
I’m rocking these locks, till the grass grows
I won’t fit in a box, there’s no trap that’s an obstacle
I suppose, when I cut it off, you might cut it out
I should buzz it to the root, and you, “shut your mouth”
My dome shines, and I don’t want to be reminded
Behind these blue eyes, all you see is a skin-head with a weak mind
Don’t get excited, because looks can be deceiving
I’m Optimus Prime, this hair is just a wig-thing
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Dumb Bars
04:08
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Lazy Suzanne
02:28
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I’ll huff and I’ll puff, and throw the house down
Ill plunder your stuff, smoke blowing from my mouth
I gave you my trust, but you fucked around
So, you get no love, when I reclaim the crown
You took the throne, let the kingdom crumble
Gave the keys away to my idiotic uncle
Let him run the show, and cast the ensemble
While you sat in the house, going mental
Instead of making money, you traded for drugs
You gave away my dad’s tractor, for a buzz
You wasted everything, constantly baked with a beer gut
And I’m not stopping till I drain your tear ducts
Dehydration, mixed with obvious cognitive delay
Got you tripping on every simple syllable I say
Contradictions and broken promises, on display
Good luck getting a job with your pathetic resume.
Why do you have to be that way?
What were you thinking? Are you insane?
You’re wasting my time, making me wait!
Gimme that gas! Light that flame!
You said this was my biggest problem, since a kid
I always needed to be the boss, I wanted leadership
But since you lacked any backbone or a reason to exist
You just power tripped, telling your first born son, “fuck this shit”
I’m a son of a bitch, that’s the nicest way to put it
My mother is basically the equivalent raisin pudding
Mixed by Bill Cosby with Tourettes syndrome
Shove the jello cup up your ass your disgusting hippo!
Yo, Mick’s a fuckin sicko, when I wield the wicked sickle
With quick wit, I hit dip shits with imprint, that’s critical
Insignificant, bitch your opinion is hypocritical
You’re an idiot, and everything about you is pitiful
A weak specimen, your words hold no weight
I’ve been patient, after every promise you break
I’ve been honest, you responded with insults and hate
You mind, you’ve lost it, and my word don’t wait.
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Turn Off the Music
03:17
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Recycled Trash
04:19
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You gave me a dream, I had some hope
I was believing, we could hang onto the rope
But nope, I slipped when I gave you an open book
I had nothing to hide, but that still left you shook
You’re up in your head, analyzing each of my rhymes
When I speak my mind, you only listen so you can reply
Instant judgement, because you don’t want to understand
I was honest to the bone and genuine in my underpants
But no, you came to your conclusion already
Our dream was a delusion, I was worth less than a penny-
I did not mean everything I said to you
When you pushed my fuse, and made me go Ka-BOOM
You said, “I hope I’m preggo with your kiddo,
Just so I can abort it, you fuckin sicko!”
How did I react to that? I tried to empathize
But you twisted the dagger, you made this man cry
Why, do I endure this, abuse
You’ve hit me, it left a bruise
Blamed me, everything I do
Hurt me, I guess, I have to be immune
This is abuse. I won’t take it.
I love you, but I hate this relationship
I gotta be Mr.Flawless, no mistakes
While you break me down, and spit in my face
I take every shot on the chin, like its no bother
But after you said, you would kill my unborn daughter
All bets are off, you pushed a button, it hurt
And that’s not even what’s worst
Day after day, you kept reading my anger
Reminding me why I presented that behaviour
Now, I’m a stranger to you, and you think you're pregnant
Everything I say, you re-arrange it,
I’m freezing in my basement, , what should I say
But I keep hearing , “kill the baby” on replay!!!
Am I crazy, why did this lady make me go insane?
Maybe this time, if Im patient, she will change…
I’m chasing dreams now, but its a nightmare
I keep this smile, and I pretend like I care
I’m scared, I thought I found soul partner
But then you said I’m dead to you..
Why, do I endure this, abuse
You’ve hit me so hard, there was a bruise
Then you, blame me, ‘cuz I was being rude
You can do anything to hurt me, I guess, I have to be immune
This is abuse. I won’t take it.
I love you, but I hate this relationship
I gotta be Mr.Flawless, no mistakes
While you break me down, and spit in my face
You should have said would,
But instead, you went with could
So he thinks he has a chance in your book
I dunno girl, this is not a good look
He could with you, if he was nice like me
You tell him, he can have you again, eventually
Lead him by the leash, you won’t cut him off
how many times he cuts you down, or puts you on block
Stop, like what the fuck is going on
I piss you off once, and you're back at his farm
Back under his control, arm length away from harm
I sitting stressing, hoping you set your boundaries strong
I’m far from ok, honestly, I don’t know what I can say
The way you go back to him, I feel betrayed
Why did I open up to put everything on display
For you to go back to an abuser who will never change
Why, do I endure this, abuse?
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Wright was Rong
02:46
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Broken Beat Therapy
02:14
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Got Rhythm
03:14
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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.
Peace. Love. Unity. And having Fun.
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