Blanco Suave

by Blanco Suave

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Gerko Blanco Suave reminds me of seminal acts like A Tribe Called Quest, Lauryn Hill, and J Dilla without sounding dated. This project is some of the best jazz hop I’ve heard in years. Check it out. Favorite track: Strange.
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1.
Roses 05:16
find me lying here on the floor my heart mixed with dripping water the moon ripples silver i am gold laughing here on the floor your record echoing with cracks like a lake skipped with stones happiness, my throne well, i am overcome with passion overgrown with thorns i'm a rose untouchable but i can love you without question i love me, i love you i wish that i could crawl into your cells kiss the center of your nucleolus wells in your eyes vulpine my warren is warm and dry i mean to measure distance with your absence honest trade my breath for a breather chest less lungs full coral in a sea of silhouettes my tape deck stuck on a lovely bayonet tempestuous bless this mess of a cemetery i laid to rest cold feet cold hands in this delta dream brackish water of a memory this reverie of raw skin licked by sun beams breathe and stop ring me up separately cream of the crop and i'm dreaming of your strawberry lips so gorgeous i'm a big old hornet you're a sweet honeybee in my sunflower forest find me lying here on the floor my heart mixed with dripping water the moon ripples silver i am gold laughing here on the floor your record echoing with cracks like a lake skipped with stones happiness, my throne well i am overcome with passion overgrown with thorns i'm a rose untouchable but i can love you without question i love me, I love you wait another minute made a lemonade memory your lips taste like citrus i'm not afraid of anything sunshine sweating lick the salt from your eyelids fluttering cardiac stuttering wow how apropos so and so sensual this southern breeze unexpected eventual in the lee of your thistles i'm a bumblebee whisperer i sing honey secrets thru a tin can string taut and trembling words and birds on this wire soft and heavy your hands caught from hers trace shoulders to belly i'll kiss your scars til they turn to anenomes plant em on the reef swim deeper than 1,000 leagues my sand castle is pretty but impermanent i think you're beautiful and hopefully more permanent tho nothing in this world is forever i'm forever yours til you flip the record over or whatever find me lying here on the floor my heart mixed with dripping water the moon ripples silver i am gold laughing here on the floor your record echoing with cracks like a lake skipped with stones happiness, my throne well i am overcome with passion overgrown with thorns i'm a rose untouchable but i can love you without question i love me, i love you
2.
Redlite 05:38
the only time i won't be mad, boy bout a phone call at three am is when i hear your voice say my name on the other end baby don't hesitate, no, don't wait just go; blow the red drive straight to my bed i can't wait run that red light babe run that red light babe straight to my bed i can't wait so run that red light babe rivers are often soft occasionally harder than cement if you fall fast enough when i looked into your eyes for the first time for the first time i felt bricks at my feet i felt want in my breast i was afraid of the beauty and the bluebirds afraid of the want capitalized by cupid i might rip open if i look atcha too long i might tear myself open let the sun fry my lungs guess i'll hang on a butcher's hook flayed naked or dangle from a caterpillar's string and wake up shaken to find myself wrapped in paper twine twisted round me chained up wake up with paper-thin wings wet and faded the pavement of your smile is hot crack me open, i'm an egg full of thunderstorms fry me up i am fruit of the beautiful timeless, immutable the universal split pea soup diluvial the only time i won't be mad, boy bout a phone call at three am is when i hear your voice say my name on the other end baby don't hesitate, no, don't wait just go; blow the red drive straight to my bed i can't wait run that red light babe run that red light babe straight to my bed i can't wait so run that red light babe everything vibrates moves thru time and space waves of light energy while stardust waits in one place agrees to hold hands move together dance a life or a ballet til it wavers and dissipates to be human is to be animal, vegetable, mineral buzzing structures intangible brief collaboration little fingers weave tapestries invisible fabric of your heart and mine a loving thimbleful windows to the soul waters above waters below as genesis spoke i know you are mine i am your waters above and waters below torrential is my love yet your thirst is unquenchable in the sunshine everybody loves the sunshine
3.
i get hot when you look at me like a little jalapeño, just a little spicy i'm feeling hotter than a summer sun i get hot when you look at me my milk evaporated fore it could lick my cheerios this morning my spoon burnt me a brand from the Ranch Utensil lucky rodeo girls know to whip the sun defeated these bdsm weather women wearing spurs for peace and i'd sell my soul for cowboy boots with my name monogrammed in red thread just like hester prynne did in the scarlet letter these streets are too hot the sidewalk feels like it might be lava love me or leave me at the lemonade stand on the corner where dixie cups are twenty cents i got myself a dollar if you can do the math that's five whole cups of sugar water i stay hydrated like a hummingbird by kissing flowers i don't mind sweating in the sun under your gaze is hotter i get hot when you look at me like a little jalapeño, just a little spicy i'm feeling hotter than a summer sun i get hot when you look at me my body looks better thru your rose colored burnt toast glasses or filters on your top of the cast list of cats that boom bap vs. trap i master-debated and won both first place and last if i was an ice cream cone i'd melt in your grasp you could lick me right off your hands god damn you belong in heaven but you're hotter than hell when life gives you lemons kiss them well i get hot when you look at me like a little jalapeño, just a little spicy i'm feeling hotter than a summer sun i get hot when you look at me
4.
Strange 03:30
i'm feeling strange please give me space call me another day call me another day why do you hover over me? and tear me to pieces wake me up with your screams throwing rocks in my windows i cut myself on the screen two weeks into june i missed the floor for the ceiling i missed the trees for the moon passed judgement too fast its correlated with amphetamine dreams and a lack of motivation i'm lacking self control closed in if i could crawl under my skin bet i'd feel less naked maybe swim thru my muscles like a brand new baby butterfly my veins it's vain to say i'm painless lame to pray for promise wait for the changes aim for the aimless give your hands to the armless starving like an artist in the waters of poverty parted ways and red seas and seized a new artery your artifice and superficial ways give me pause please rewind while i snooze my alarm i'm feeling strange please give me space call me another day call me another day the facets of myself i never face are fragrant like lilac or dandelion wine on a north wind i get caught off guard take a break to get stupid sip my mistakes paint a picture girl as hippopotamus daughter of cleo wading in the water waist high waiting for a free throw waiting for a re-do of days that slipped between her fingers in a melancholy blue note haze hey woah, run a mile real slow keep laughing these asthmatic minutes pass faster when i'm gasping like okie dokie let's do some karaoke when i catch up to my breath bury me neath a poison oak tree slip a cask of whiskey in my casket kiss me on the forehead fore you bat my lashes pass the basket to the left i'm collecting for my passions i'll lay them all to rest in my favorite trashcan i'm feeling strange please give me space call me another day call me another day
5.
If I Had A 04:14
you can't take away my power i'm a powerful person , i know it i show it in the way i walk the street slow confident your sticks or stones or compliments thrown like bricks hit my feet and shatter oh did i hurt your feelings? cos i won't smile back see i don't owe you shit i don't owe you jack if you got your receipt take your balls to target and get ya money back if i had a penis i'd do great things with it build a pyramid and knock it down with my paint the mona lisa sign my name with my take a fiery piss on every kkk's yard if i had a dick i'd do great things with it leave women all alone mind my own business get a high paying job never get pregnant get a stupid haircut and join the senate how many times do i gotta prove my skill set to be competent? i'm tired of pissing contests and i'm sick of being doubted your masculinity's so fragile if i think hard, i'll snap it your manhood's so weak if i stand tall, you're threatened you keep beating your meat i'll keep beating your checks putting bread in my bank while you're still laying in bed i work hard i play hard baby i'm erect you wish you were me cos i'm so goddamn blessed if i had a penis i'd do great things with it build a pyramid and knock it down with my paint the mona lisa sign my name with my take a fiery piss on every kkk's yard if i had a dick i'd do great things with it leave women all alone mind my own business get a high paying job never get pregnant get a stupid haircut and join the senate my dick so fat, got a wheelbarrow to pull it in it's too heavy and i don't need back prob-e-lems you ain't ready, but we're doing it in spite of that fuck the man, fuck god, and fuck our president if i had a dick i'd do great things with it like a bat in my hands, smash the establishment rain cum and brimstone on all the fascist assholes with their stumpy lil tiki torches beat the shit out of racist, xenophobic misogynists scared of black power pussy, and muslim gynecologists afraid of what they don't know, uh i'll give em all of it uh i'll give em all of what i came here for my metaphorical boner is bigger than a thanksgiving dinner you break bread, i break zippers my lust for justice got me harder than a cutlass crown me the duchess of big dick discussions take your assumptions crumple and dump em you swing your thing like it's worth half a million i think you ain't worth half a something better take a step back and stay in ya lane son if i had a dick i'd do great things with it leave women all alone mind my own business get a high paying job never get pregnant get a stupid haircut and join the senate
6.
My Block 02:42
whole neighborhood watch me strolling down the block new day same lane, catch me in my spot whole neighborhood watch me strolling down the block new day, same sunflower sensibilities photosynthetic memories insta-kodak dream thing schemin' in the seventies washed my jeans a week ago feeling hella heavenly had a cigarette blamed it on my pedigree back-pedaling impeccably to a lazy week peeled paint, front porch hung where my head should be walking the walk look at the way i move carefully feeling freedom on my skin velveteen summer dream whole neighborhood watch me strolling down the block new day same lane, catch me in my spot whole neighborhood watch me strolling down the block new day, same catching the most flies with honey, sugar careless caffeine bum still stunting on the sunscreen pollinator hater, i'm your tiger-lily ice cream dried on the dashboard, banging on a tambourine singing… i'm too smooth butter on a hot knife dripping down a pancake i think i'd make a good wife to a rich man who can stand my big fat opinions infatuation with red onions when i'm done leave you breathless rip tide halitosis missed my train twice kicked it with the hobos in my fur coat like moses parted the red sea i part crowds in the DMV I don't take numbers and I don't give em neither tell your boyfriends girlfriends and all your neighbors i accept most bribes most legal tender let's get stuck on this elevator

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released January 17, 2019

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Blanco Suave Michigan

Midwest hip-hop/neo-soul for the future. With female-fronted raps, and delicious beats, their music is uniquely memorable, catchy, and accessible.

The brainchild of musicians Gretchen McKenzie-Trost (vox) and Luke Arquette (prod/dj), Blanco Suave has released one self-titled EP, with an upcoming album to be released in the summer of 2020.

The band performs as a duo and with a full live band.
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