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Ariel Camacho Hablemos Claro Edit

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ORBE // NACIMIENTO- Yo Pense (Single +Remix)
Featuring a remix by Chilean artists @synthrovert

Mexico City's electronic duo @orbe-nacimiento drops their debut single to their Sophomore album "Quien Nos Va A
Soñar Cuando Despierte"

"Who's Gonna Dream Of Us When They Wake
Up"

Out now on All Platforms worldwide
.

YO PENSE

ORBE NACIMIENTO - Yo Pensé (syntrovert Remix)

al descender

paltamango - Mango RKT [CINK005]

niggas talk down on da gang but wont run it up
bitch im not here for da games keep da pistol tuckd
if he throwin dirt up on my name he gon catch a slug
off da drugs movin slow i feel like a slug
everything she sayin 2 me works, i feel like a slut
i might hit and dip, dont wan fall in love
bitch im wit da pana man gettin drunk as fuck
at da conrad house getting turnt up
i dont think i want da bitch i jus fell in lust
stayin wit da same niggas cus who can i trust
say the wrong thing den da stick get upped
i keep bands in my pocket
niggas said im broke but i cant een fold my wallet
i filled my liver up wit toxins
niggas hatin but they cant stop watchin
niggas copyin my swag needa stop it
if he push up onnat block he get boxed in
she say spidar what u doin? nigga not shit
ima keep hittin da gas til im nauseous
spin a nigga block til its not shit
i dont even kno deez niggas but dey talk shit
she say what r we? bitch not shit
she gave me da digits but i promise i wont call it
if u want da feat put a call in
i cant stop for no bitch ho im ballin
i, only want da girl who name start wit da S
talk down on my name im comin 4 dey neck
even, yo hoe kno spidar be da best
you niggas cant steal my flow ho im up next
i been, goin so hard think i need a rest
dont say my name up in dat song les u cut a check
organ registry da team hoe dats a flex
perry hit me on da facetime he wit rex
members only i could give a fuck bout da rest
im wit number 7 and he posted wit da tech
on da court foulin hard think i need a tech
on da court hurtin niggas like im draymond
i den got so high, that a nigga cannot say nun
posted up wit all dem sticks but wont spray nun
milan sent da beats he say "bro check cord"
niggas say dey up bitch check da scoreboard
i might forget her name when im on tour
she told me come over i said "say no more"

feel so slut (sophitia milan orihime)

Dembow III

Everything But The Girl - Missing (AGGRO EDIT)

@sueugakamau ft @la-favi

ENG
There are certain years that will always live on; wounds that refuse to heal. Painful years that stick with us like a fire burning into the history of our bodies and territories. Years that are difficult to speak. Years that re-ignite, each time they are uttered. 1973 is one of those years. 1973 is also the new EP from Sueuga Kamau in collaboration with La Favi and produced under the Hiedrah Club de Baile label. In a continent that’s once again boiling with anger, the duet from California decided to reexamine the gaps of their own Afro-Latinx Heritage. Through lent voices, forgotten rhythms and erased identities they weave a tale that bridges the unyielding Latin America and the enraged african-american people.
1973 is both loving touch and sorrow, a familiar sound that forcefully persists, the exploration of a territory that resists, conjures and keeps going. From Santiago de Chile to Dallas, from the outskirts of Buenos Aires to Oakland, California. A sound filled with darkness that stirs up your breathing and gets between the living cogs of capitalism, and from there it turns into a gentle caress in those intimate places we rarely reach. You dance to it with chills throughout your body and a tiny tear in the tip of your lips. In the midst of the roar of drums and machinery, the voice of La Favi moves through the perspiration of the listeners. It’s a damp whisper that mutates into a demand for sexual justice, while the words from Allende, that surges between broken radio transmissions and air strikes, transforms into dance, and then into an outcry. Sueuga Kamau composes a disobedient piece, a rhythm filled with riots that endures bullets, contagions and tyrants, an insurgent invitation to explore our own detonations.

ESP
Hay años que arden como heridas que no cicatrizan. Años dolorosos que quedan marcados a fuego en la historia de los cuerpos y territorios. Años que son difíciles de pronunciar y obligan a tragar saliva para nombrarlos. Años que escuecen cada vez que se los recuerda. 1973 es uno de ellos. 1973 es también el nuevo Ep de @sueugakamau en colaboración con @la-favi y producido por el sello de Hiedrah Club de Baile.
En un continente que vuelve a arder de rabia, el dúo californiano decide buscar en los intersticios de su propia historia negra y latina. A través de voces prestadas, ritmos olvidados e identidades borradas tejen un relato que conecta a esa América Latina que resiste y un pueblo afroamericano enardecido. 1973 es caricia y lágrima, es un sonido familiar que persiste a los golpes, es la exploración de un territorio que resiste, conjura y se enciende. Desde Santiago de Chile hasta Dallas, desde el Conurbano bonaerense hasta Oackland, California. Un sonido lleno de sombras que agita la respiración y se introduce en los engranajes vivos del capitalismo, y desde ahí se torna una lamida en aquellos lugares intimos a los que pocas veces llegamos. Se baila con un escalofrío que recorre el cuerpo y con una lagrimita en la punta de los labios. En medio de ese rugido de tambores y maquinarias, la voz de La Favi se mueve entre los sudores de quien escucha. Es un susurro húmedo que transmuta en un reclamo de justicia sexual, mientras la palabra de Allende, que surge entre transmisiones de radio entrecortadas y bombardeos, se transforma en baile, y el baile en grito en protesta. Sueuga Kamau compone una pieza desobediente, un ritmo lleno de disturbios que resiste balas, pandemias y tiranos, una invitación revoltosa a explorar nuestros propios estallidos.

Text by Pabli Balcazar

1973

Cierra La Boca ft La Favi

Muchxs Tras De Ti

~~ ♥ ♥ RaiseTrouble♥ ♥ ~~ 
Tijuana MX X West Coast
Contact: traviezafuego@gmail.com

TRAVIEZA brings bold & melancholic energy to dance floors across the world. With roots in San Diego (US) & Tijuana (MX) border her sets leave ominous sounds that carry dualities of comfort & discomfort. Her performance showcases "Corridos Ambientales" that pay ode to the bodies & souls of la gente fronteriza. She deconstructs traditional norteña & corrido vocals overlaying them with ambiental soundscapes made from field recordings taken in Tijuana, MX.

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