MALFNKTION

From Chopta Valley, Uttarakhand Composed by Malfnktion & Aerate Sound Produced by Malfnktion Art by Priyanka Tampi

Written at the One Beat 2018 music residency. We were asked to write a letter about our neighbourhood back home and Luciane wrote this song about the struggle of women in her hometown of Rio de Janeiro. Written and sung by Luciane Dom Zsolt Bartek on Saxophone and Clarinet Andres RT on Cuatro guitar Arranged, mixed and produced by Aditya Alamuru Special thanks to Jeremy Thal @1beatmusic

This is Esther's interview recorded by the One Beat faculty which I composed and arranged along with Zsolt Bartek on Saxophone and Clarinet. Esther is an immigrant from Ghana who has settled in the United States for about forty years. She speaks about her African market, which she owns and runs in the Bronx, why people, especially other immigrants from Africa and the Carribean visit her store. She tells us her dream to come to America and start a new life, her expectations for her children and grandchildren. Her interview was a story we were compelled to narrate musically, even her voice unfiltered and raw has a melody that is hard to miss. Interview recorded by @1beatmusic Zsolt Bartek on Saxophone and Clarinet Arranged, mixed and produced by Aditya Alamuru Special thanks to Jeremy Thal @1beatmusic

Composed by Malfnktion & Shayan Roy Lyrics and raps by Shayan Roy Produced by Malfnktion Artwork by Noopur Choksi [Lyrics] Chorus: Ain’t no fuckin ABBA, need no dancing queen, (man) She so sweet, but I’m like, no, no misery, (she’s like) Baby you the loneliest you ever been (but that) Coco make me glow, I got that Charlie Sheen. (all/ that) Molly got me falling, got me feelin’ great, (got/me) Calling home, like mommy, maybe I’ll be late, (think/ I’m) Nookie-ing, but I don’t need to fornicate, (I’m like) Forty J down, (but) I make no mistake Verse 1: (You) Looking for a Lennon, I’m a Morrison, (huh) On the edge again, Cobain’ing when you calling for a Kiedis, and (huh) “Be a better son” (huh) Try it every day, Should be listenin to Ma, I listen to M. A. (AAAH) But what she say? Some’ bout “zero to a hunnit quick”, (yuh?) I’m either still like I’m Pacific, or I’m hunting shit, (shit) I can’t condone it, but I need the E to keep it real, (yuh?) I overdo the pill, (shit) I’m back again, and now I Move like a fucking groovemaster from the ‘70s, Smooth on my tongue, tune showing me what heaven is, Too dumb to stop, true soldier of the ganja, I, Ooh, that shit knock, do that shit bout a hundred times. I’m getting freaky, freaky, fucked on a Wednesday, My dude, I shoulda listen up when the ‘rents say, “Son, if you wanna be a Lecter, leave no entrails”, (Nah, I’m just fucking with you man, moms just wanted me to be a doctor) Chorus: Ain’t no fuckin ABBA, need no dancing queen, (man) She so sweet, but I’m like, no, no misery, (she’s like) Baby you the loneliest you ever been (but that) Coco make me glow, I got that Charlie Sheen. (all/ that) Molly got me falling, got me feelin’ great, (got/me) Calling home, like mommy, maybe I’ll be late, (think/ I’m) Nookie-ing, but I don’t need to fornicate, (I’m like) Forty J down, (but) I make no mistake Verse 2: (I feel like Hov) I got 99 problems, But I’m creepin on these rappers like I’m bout to fuckin drop em, Like a rock em sock em robot, You playing game of thrones, bitch I’m drogon, Soon as I get my roll on. And I be spittin and smoking swishes like I do no wrong, I’m happy like a proton, it’s the X, the shit I’m doped on, (so fucked up), see my ex-girl she like the slow song, So i be turning the tempo up, Bitch I’m going broke, I be Lying to your face, if I tell you I’m getting sober the more that I’m getting older (I’m getting high like a motherfucker) I got a chip up on my shoulder, and maybe you got yourself one too, but mine is colder, (I’m getting high like a motherfucker) All this jouska in my head like it’s October, All these M’s in my stream like it’s all over, I’m getting closer to pretending I don’t know ya, I know I never told ya, but all of this shit is for ya. Chorus: Ain’t no fuckin ABBA, need no dancing queen, (man) She so sweet, but I’m like, no, no misery, (she’s like) Baby you the loneliest you ever been (but that) Coco make me glow, I got that Charlie Sheen. (all/ that) Molly got me falling, got me feelin’ great, (got/me) Calling home, like mommy, maybe I’ll be late, (think/ I’m) Nookie-ing, but I don’t need to fornicate, (I’m like) Forty J down, (but) I make no mistake (I feel like Hov)

Music video! at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=397FhNT4Ac4 Composed and Produced by MALFNKTION Lyrics and Raps by Shayan Roy Mastered by Shawn Hatfield Artwork by Priyanka Tampi

Collaboration with Argentinian producer 'Ramiro Jota'. Sampling sounds from Buenos Aires and Mumbai. The composition explores beats and bass as well as South American Tamborazo rhythms. Composed by MALFNKTION & Ramiro Jota Produced by MALFNKTION Download for free on The Artist Union

Produced by MALFNKTION Inspired by the 12 track OST of Mughal-E-Azam (1960) Song artwork by Nikunj Patel Available on Apple Music & Spotify

Composed by MAL + raVam Produced by MALFNKTION

Composed and Produced by MALFNKTION Artwork by Cyriac Varghese

MALFNKTION - Drums, Bass, Samples, Effects RAGHU - Bass, Synth, Lead Produced by MALFNKTION *=*