MC Manmeet Kaur - Grasping Your Stories (Music Video) HD

An audio - visual blog covering three years of my spontaneous travel in India. This song is also a tribute to my favorite beatmaker from Germany, Wun Two Credits: Written and performed by: MC Manmeet Kaur Shot and directed by: MC Manmeet Kaur Edited by: Akash Bhalwal Beat by: Wun Two Recorded at: Depot Records, New Delhi. Special thanks to Gina for shooting my performance at Depot 48 , Keith Wallang to let me shoot through his camera on our Meghalayan drive. And Anuja Gupta to capture the Chai - Jam Lyrics: Check wun two wun two Lock the song, cmon now lock the song. Verse 1: I am here orating, Thoughts that i breathe with my fellow MCs, Making them see something they need to. You love the greed, love to repeat receiving mediocrity off the, Extra ordinarily hypocritical industry, The labels send their puppets to club to sign an emcee, Seeding fame to be the factor behind whats the next verse or three, Cause three songs are enough to get him shows for the next three years. Development deteriorates, collaboration disappeared, Taking risks musically is something he is scared of. The crowd he caters to, bunch of clowns filled with big tits and thighs. Surviving the need of your night with alcohol supplies, Man the price they pay is worthy. When they crib about their same boss everyday just........ Stop your robotic rhythm is what i say. Hmm well... its MC kaur addressing Women who be crying cause they lost their expensive, Lipstick on the sink. The men who use their nuts even before they think The kids who wanna get signed and get famous quick How will it make your skin thick? Hook: Grasping your stories like Could we be making more sense within? With an approach so unhealthy Verse 2 Not weighing your wealth, But paying myself respect. I have been a fan and then got wrecked, Its like legalizing meth. See we need to counter check the deal we sign with reality, Equipped benevolence in return to the salary. See I don’t smile imagining like an island on the sun. Nor do I seek for adventure just because its fun it goes beyond. The regular views like a pond, In a village that holds history of humans of the dawn. The poets that were born, in a room full of light coming from, the midnight oil now tell me aint that life? Happiness that comes with an ease Civilizations still co existing on minimal needs and the broken rocks placed artistically, To the rhythm of earthquakes, Terrains that remain to hold the smell of rain. Tropical breezes to the cloud’s hood. I let my eye see what it should Another living being introduced to the clan like We be running things, like thats the damn plan. The train that i hop on to attend farmlands OG and i be trippin on the station while we both search for the grass so. He could pull up his leg and take a piss And mock territories that no longer exist. Back to where my emphasis is. The categories that stop you from seeking what needs to be adored. Damn. Seeking the dots to the deeds. Caressing in the arms of the se