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kureru I keep on listening to this album with renewed pleasure. It's a rather chilled hip-hop, sounds a bit old school and also so very modern, oh and I love your voice, both when you use it as an MC and when you use it in a more singing way.
Thank you for sharing your creations! Favorite track: Elements ft. Tod Fod.
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Dharam Wow man listening to this album in the morning with my coffee was a dream. MC Manmeet is sublime, crystal clear in the message she wants to send across to ALL OF US.

Album Production chops are sick. Fatbabs/Reji/Pierre and all others are doing a FAB JOB to get the listener hooked.

Fav track: 7, 8, 9 but elements wins. tod fod adds THAT element to it. Favorite track: Elements ft. Tod Fod.
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mister colfer True Traveller Mc from India ! Huge respects to this artist ! One love ! Favorite track: Likwit Love.
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1.
If i stand owning pride coming from the props i deserve and given the same would you? ignore me to first self preserve accept duality of magic in its curse. using science and mathematics every day without having to copy paste, I got an F grade just to, co- relate my age with wisdom bigup young leaders dem a fail to fade it’s a fashionable trade that gravitates the sale of dicks cunts their size my tongue dries from excessive gigging and less money that leaves my throat thirsty end of the week. Unsigned, yet awake hence not weak, I met sony, times, zulu, universal, Disappointed by all of them. utilize her to de stress, awareness is my best friend. freedom is my cousin. Beeeeep Censor just to gather attention and now that I got yours, there is something I gots to mention offcourse With no jewels to hang upon my ears Experience and I chill like peers I tell you where I come from. Place where emotional grace of a woman lies in her shy breast. Forced burqa had her innocent skin blinded Unexposed to the sun, Some didn’t choose to be nuns. Others got fooled by the drums Celebrating tools not expensive makeup I rather shake up your vision than my ass. No need to follow me on fb Just pass me a compact feedback, organically! Name is MC- Kaur, to redirect - your – pleasure!
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I am out here in Brussel with no contact for weed. But I don’t mind being sober post show to write a song at least. Blessed to be hosted in this it air bnb, alone, While for change you see I let my naked body breathe. I had to say no to this cutie from the audience who was too impressed by the way I made him feel, im like,” Boy you see I would love some sex tonight but im inspired by your response so got to go and write” The candle shines brighter than spotlight at times. Benevolent fellow beings shall make you feel light. Caressing with the movements of breast- feeding clouds singing louder than the neighbour that you wanna slap tight Go get what you want. Hopes never make you strong. So before you formulate your plan check what you high on. Out on the road to zion, Guess ill see you at the corner of the town where them honourable names rule the street unlike superstars who tweet. Not hard to feed misery but why receive then repeat the same damn melody? Im down with the individuals who proceed, Seeking danger in night, strangers in sight know it. A bird sitting by your side, chirping her gossips, Or granny posing complaints that worth aint no logic yet i tell ya, Do yourself a favour aint a thing just..... Simply cherish them regular blessings. before you become one of them, tell me what you need? a humble outcome off an innocent greed folks operated by their natural intentions so they actualate the love they factually feed. am i dishonest when i claim, unlearning over fame for its temporary received by human beings. Yo Babs could I ever be more blessed when i get a free espresso with nothing to lose, but my identity? visa stamp allowing me to breathe distant air leading to mystic plans, till i realize they taught me history wrong, laugh it off with awareness of where lies the coffin, most of them talking foul because depression is an addiction when you don’t know what you must, so you go on with your lust, get comfortably dusted by newer trends are you busy making cents or memories? so now would you be one of them? tell me what you see? Joining them clans, I see you when you came back to me...ammi said one of them. ( skype call with mom) Once you do put on your feathers, whole lot of people flock together khud ke hi bheeter se, paa rahi hun main sukoon.
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Hitchhikers 02:58
‘Hey Mr. Stranger now if i must Ask for a favor because?’ ‘yup!’ ‘shortage of bucks, but also out of special interest to know your land, maybe chill with your clan. now am i allowed to hop upon your truck?’ ‘Jump in already what the fuck?’ Well nothing really sucks to be true when you know why you choose what you do, Resources are meant to be used. Im so bored of owning that seat of train, I rather join a local following the same lane like, Save the fuel while i make you drool, On a fatbab beat that you might find cool I kick a verse to make this moment special. Especially when i mention my intention behind where i go, Before they even know man i walk out the front door I’m like. Feeling, together we begin to feel it Got to be true Jaldi jana hai Par Jaana kahan pata kya Cause past is an illusion for a mind full of memories. jo dekhogey wo milega… Tell you what happened though Got robbed off 600 euros On a road parallel to the terrorist site, as i slept peacefully at the port You know how it goes Woke up to the beauty of people around, not again! Another free espresso. Kick start a brand new day like ‘Lets go!’ 3 days later I get back to fiesta vibes, now righteous normalcy, as I grab the M.I.C Giving them what they want Inna placa de sants Am I dreamin Back to pavilion of life, receiving your vibes Feeling, together we begin to feel it Got to be true Jaldi jana hai Par Jaana kahan pata kya
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Locality 03:39
You see the space that I needed to further observe trees House flies and bees Pollens to make me sneeze, get down on my knees for the natural breeze witnessing you and me. Filled with gratitude climbing a tree not the ladder of fame At the pace of options presented what to contain? “Buy my product for free” Abuse nature, collectively! As I like to learn to accept the concrete analogy Not only of home, but seen segments of globe. Just bribe a bride, till a sister confides her goal, Mislead by glamorous manifolds We do tone up our faces if truth be told, Carving a struggle richer than gold, I see, We taking life for granted I cant be surprised as I get past your concrete road! My mind, customizes my locality Easily quoted … easily quoted… saffron wisdom compressed to a torn banner, im filtering districts like your bar scanner yet how come this hokum become a news cow piss that you politically booze on, in my hood the local MPs are having fun, unda the elder rather oldest sun, no matter the weather races dry together like semi naked semi tanned roadside clans like to fake it! Tell me, hit by enigma of oshel I foretell growth, your motel room that couldn't match it If you see a coconut fall you gots catch it! Amidst the drug rackets the herb runs passive, I come back massive like funk attacking upon your shore. yours truly MC Kaur Oh nana oh nana typa shit that rihaana sings Hold on now, hold on now, what is it that you try to bring?
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Likwit Love 04:07
I know you see it, my eyes reveal it. I’m getting high of your hybrid feeling. So you like it don’t you? Secretly maybe because you know I’m deceived by same ideologies that my ass preaches. Still see t reversing back to me as a counter affect of an exercise. See how my passion and relationships barely synchronize! But there ain’t no lifestyle as such. You ask me why I’m silent, I don’t have to say much! Another month, another city boy I like to couch surf, With my body curves unstable for you, you know! So what am I supposed to do? Not that I am not close to you Enough already so I got to move. Not that I have a point to prove, But my absence shall find you the groove! See you when I see you…. My general attraction for the opposite sex, After my ex husband got me perplexed like, damn it, why force myself? Untouchable mind draped in their Brahmin wealth. Off the regular formats that humans use, I could pull out a better intent to pursue And yet I leave some space for me to miss you, But next time I see you might be hesitant to kiss you! For your wrinkles bring tales of substance, Deeper than you get inside me so would you, Please be subjective as I approach you, Role play a mother but not to coach you. I know my individual worth more than us two. We could still be together for our future is on you to decide… For now, lets harmonize the night! You don’t have to drop me boy I could hitchhike, straight out of your city like that.. Do I need an inspiration, furthermore than what I could take? I’d like to , get inside your mind somehow, Play with what you imagine and its daily basis. Create possible imageries, Reconnect with silence to recollect our peace, Together we join the dots we draw upon your skin or mine, You know that I am fine with whatever. Beyond your chivalry your smile is gravitating, If I correlate it with my urge like, sand in your hands man I wish to disperse So we could take a walk at distance, No need to hold palms like, easy now. Building art in your presence is a good plan now… we’ll figure it out! To form a memory, Take you away from their miserable patriarchy. Just want to co create with you my boy
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Verse 1 Within a fraction of a second could a policy change the way you believe, So do you think what you believe in is right? Hold on , ya dunno!! Wake up show format media churns on. Surrounded by sponsors with their monetary guns on , Taxed tampons filling bins no matter the continent. Short lived influence, in this millennium of categorical activists. Too racist of you, to be proud of your own skin. Wipe your foundation I ask you again. What did YOU DO TO BE? Black or BROWN or white, They make you frown then fight, Taxing culture out of your pride defence. Unpaid worker wearing zara reppin an MNC, Non taxable residents are their biggest threat I guess it is Same reason why British embassy reject my entrance, no offence! You better stop in sight, But tonight you shop on ebay, right? Inventing miseries digitally But for how long we’ll see... Im referring to gold diggers, slaves to luxury yet they call themselves victims hiding pebbles in their rectums, Elitism stinks so I repel. LED screen got them blinded by the kitchenware on sale. Spoiling ignorant housewives that too at the price of logic, Age miracle creams erasing wisdom, all skin tones explored. TRP scored dinner hour could be trolling what your eyes behold. So in future don’t complain you wasn’t told For you spoon fed adults are comfortably ignoring, the glorious abhore warfare demands. Now put your immediate intellect to what is on Page 3, what a gwaan? Street banner to the youtube ads Confirming what you lack Or maybe you don’t, so don’t react When in reality you don’t need a metropolitan city, Dipped in Patanjali flavored bollywood movie Pile of GST toasting economic delusion, Based on ur HD assumption, how to find solution like that ya’ll! You better stop in sight But tonight you shop on ebay, right? Inventing miseries digitally, Liberal slavery!
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1s , 2s for the ones confused… babs kick it! Putcho thumb inna di air, if you play the game fair until imbalance of paying the winning price tastes like failure, I spotify aggression to find its way to tense Some of them got free lessons So the spotlight gots to dim down, Wanna see the faces in the audience, Cant forget them taller ones, runnin after dwarf temptations, So small, that I could bust some. lyrically mislead by lingual monsters, Crafting only half of what’s inside cerebellum, Delivering obsolete unwilling to counterfeit, Sold out expensive tokens to consumers inheriting desires from weekly gig dealers. Is it what I want, surely not what I need. Give back what I take meaning share it fairly, Making more mistakes fortified my age amount of greed, 4 walls versus street, cold talk in the heat of time, please repeat. NOT really. Why don’t you diss a battle back? You missing the point in fact, I see no enemies, corporates are what I am after actually, dealing with eve teasing event organizers, trying to reform my image, Wanna see me in riches, TDSing my digits, Nor black nor white busy major lazing idiots, On stage lip sync by mal fashioned aliens, I’m warning the so called top festivals to, re evaluate their contribution. Like roasted rats my team gets soaked in the sun till they done. Sound clashing main stages, Employing competitive wages, Angry metal heads to ambient jazz sages. No matter the form of music bringing contagious, Agents of red tapism acting outrageous, In a packed stadium packed full of kids and aged ones. 3 stripes albatrossing your MCs, What I reject is…. Your spotlight effect On my mind
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I told your sister stop fakin jax, Stock up your jewel box with some good hash. Instead of getting your hair waxed in a salon, go buy your guy a book. And when you see me fucking with you don’t give me that look. Sit back, relax, let me pull out my stash, Imma rollitup for you blaze it up, what is up? im getting bored looking you getting loaded with makeup, walk out that door, dem a gonna laugh at you wear push up bras. That pair of mountains won’t go far, Biologically speaking your guy don’t mind your scars. That neon lipstick would be out by your second wine. There you got him thinking " what else be hidden behind". Too many men to impress I guess, got her confused. Was her flat booty blues Brother don’t let your brain lose, In her flat booty blues. Bombay boy damn your speakers aafi dead, betta watchout! Your desperate self ain’t included in my cipher. Im the type you don’t wanna bracket in yo clause wait! Immediately what caused distraction was this, nodding head on the other side of bar! Im interested but after all the wait selectah plays a fat beat I could relate to. this beauty appears just when I am about to, do what i love to do more than the sex. rhymes get reproductive, turned on for mic test. Hop off the stage before too many people notice, Get back to my interest but your girl already…. ahhhh Whatever happens happens for best I guess I know what to do with flat booty blues… See my dark circles, club chappals, saggy tits, don’t want no push up bras, Come get lost in my scars!
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As we gather granules that got our race bleached, Spiritually aiming at objects to reach thy aspirations my art could potentially comprise of/ Now how to be obliged to carry a weak lie? Repulse - attract ! tendency to sign a contract then combat the original content of pie charted mentions. Futurists, tell me If money wasn’t pivotal would it makes sense? We love to commence, rigorous quotations, Lacking the patience, Take a breath humans. Accumulate factual origins, Of the fear present in your tainted innocence like Think again, dust in your eyes, blink again Before you seek for friendship, Tell you what? Makes sense for instance Refine your immediate judgments Searchin furthermore ..I don’t know We nothing but naked ape neophilic by nature. If you could see, might as well try, Whole lot of people to filter in sight Dem fi get by. Pro-lifah-rating your latent pride with so much to bribe. satanized by cultural detergent, lies and illusions, unnecessary, compulsive, memorial impulse of, Conditioned cult when the guy next to me is hoping that I am a virgin. I leave him surprised, little bit if I talk about amount of experience tried By an Indian nomadic backpacker that began to get done with the bullshit supplied so do you mind if Life bursts your bubble, pain is of minimal trouble. Self pity is much bigger, dig deeper and get a chance to go enhance n self figure while MC Kaur figure for herself…. Searchin for the reason to believe Searchin further more…. Progressive unlearning

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neo•phil•ia | nē-ə-ˈfi-lē-ə | love of, preference for, or great interest in what is new; a love of novelty

That which is new, excites and it also scares. We live between the desire to go and embrace the new and conversely to find safe harbour from it. My second album Neophilia is my attempt to document a phase in my life, last year, when travelling through Europe for the first time, I was exposed to new ideas and emotions, perspectives and truths, friendships and collaborations. This is my attempt to create a medium to connect art and society, to open up a dialogue, become a cleaner mirror to life around.

Neophilia is an attempt to accept and embrace the discoveries those times brought me. It carries in its womb the fears and insecurities that newness brings. It is a reminder to me of my basic human instincts as I discover and see new dimensions of the world and my thoughts.

Neophilia is also a tribute to the amazing humans living in harmony with the chaos around – some lovers, most strangers and few enemies. These relationships in my journey of the last four years, have provoked me and also opened up my mind.

It has taught me the worthlessness of confining things into straitjackets. Hence I won’t categorize this album, or define it. Neophilia is what your take from it, what you make from it, most importantly - what you become from it.

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released December 24, 2018

Written and Performed by: MC Manmeet Kaur
Recorded at: Studio 52 (Assagao, Goa)
Beat Production by: Fatbabs (Big Scoop Records)
Audio Post Production & Mixdown: Arnold Misquitta (AFM Studio,Bombay)
Mastered by: Pierre-Henri Demel at ODN Mastering, France
Scratches by: Reji (Bombay)

Album Artwork & Maze drawn by: Ashwin Mathew (Pune)
Photo by: Jean Segura (Paris)

I thank Fatbabs for sourcing this album sonically through his beats and shaping my imagination of melodies, Naaman for this very connection,
Arnold for opening my ears to my own musical instincts and making the album sound what it is.

My parents for their patience, for being there even when they, perhaps, might not have wanted to. Special thanks to Rohini, Satyen, Ashwin, Abhishek, Floriane and many other friends, strangers and thinkers who provided me with their constructive support. I appreciate your symmetry.

Also want to thank the beautiful men in my life for making both acceptance and rejection ‘acceptable’.

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