i had listened to internet personas in like, 2018. But if it weren't for spoctor I prolly wouldn't have found this song

samsa

thanks to everyone who's ever been there to support me.

i wouldn't be here without you guys.

this was gonna be for 2k, but fuck it, you guys deserve it.

a letter to my freshman self (prod. purpan)

G0D 0F V10L3NC3

sorry for the recent inactivity.

school's rough.

love you guys :)

@purpan

brand[new]day (prod. purpan)

prod X I X X, @jeff-kaale

I don’t spit fire, 
I compress and I spit carbon atoms
not the fallen prophet,
I’m the pilfer-fruit-from-gardens Adam
when I was born my mom and dad got silver lutes and harps thrown at 'em
from the hands of Zeus, it’s hard to fathom, I write all my bars in Latin,
I see Mars and Saturn in the arches of my metacarpals
Papa told me Mama taught the moon to glow and stars to sparkle
and artistry herself was startled when she carved me out of marble
I don’t put a price on life, I sharpie markered on the bar code

I had a dream where I came face to face with Aphrodite 
in a closet full of sneakers, half adidas, half were nike,
wrap my psyche up in styrofoam, my words in struggle raps
and double-back them in a couple flaps of verbal bubble wrap
my culture taught me I should be afraid of strangers,
and be afraid of changes, and be afraid of danger,
and I don’t want a cup of coffee in the comfort of my cubicle
that’s why I make decisions where I always choose the stupid one,
I must admit it’s super fun, and I know where my future’s going
I mapped the whole thing out at 10 and just now called an uber for it 

and finally it's moving

Off The Jump

lutes. // X I X X

prod. @jeffkaale

My exes? No, I don’t think about them
I shrink around them
I go to see my shrink about them
On desperate nights sometimes I’m liking every picture on their LinkedIn albums, 
just in case they’re single,
I send winky symbols, I just hint it at ‘em,
I’m not thirsty, I’m just counting fingers at the drinking fountain,
I feel like I’m drowning when I introduce myself to crowds: 
like hi, hello, I dig your sense of style, 
I saw your face across the room and grinned a while,
I wonder, are you into smiles? I pinned a pile of polaroids up on my wall, 
I wish you’d be in one,  a ring or child or wedding hall or aisle, you’d wouldn’t see in them, 
I must profess I self-profess myself a cinephile,
I’ve got every single indie title soundtrack out on indie vinyl
I’ve got some on USB, just tell me where to send the files,
if you think this is dragging on, then you should read my tinder bio,

I used to go to central park in cargo pants and whittle bark off little trees 
like Leonardo to my heart’s content, with car keys from my 97’ Civic on a bench,
I’d grab my metro card and clutch a cup of chocolate from a vendor cart,
and then depart deep underground and check the clock and metro chart,
and that is where I met her, charcoal fingers, she was sketching art, 
my self-regard leapt twenty notches when she looked at me,
I told her I wished I could etch the world out with my pencil marks,
she held the charcoal out, our fingers touched and crept apart,
and when they lingered, 
lightning struck, I know, I saw electrodes spark,
and when she smiled a hundred volts
her pearly whites were thunderbolts,
the room around us did a couple somersaults,
the earth had shifted off it’s poles,
another jolt went through me when she twirled her necklace
we were so electric, I swear the third rail was getting jealous

she curved a crater on the paper with the conté crayon
every stroke she lay spoke to my spirit like she called a séance
her fingertips could conjure chaos, every splash of color camouflaged 
into the page, I swear that she had lingerie on,
I felt the rumble of the subway tunnel crumble up
she perforated scraps of sketches, gave em’ to me crumpled up, 
and bundled up and waved to me and walked toward the edge 
I mustered up the strength to wave back and then dipped off of the bench
the train tiptoed to the ledge, it’s open doors demanded entry
she got in and whispered to me from inside that it was empty
and my heart, it started drumming, my stomach, it started numbing,
the doors began to slide, 

and then she asked me,
are you coming?


charcoal. // X I X X

edit: thank you for all the support

prod. by @yungmai
mixed by @tevinwmusic

you are papyrus to a scribe,
your highness, I’d describe you
as the finest kind of wine that ages so well
it rewinds the time

you aren’t wine,
you are the fibers of the vine, divine, you are defined
in Webster’s as the climate of the Caribbean, 
me and you should burn together like we’re fire and kerosene,
you plundered through my chest and stole my heart, a pirate of the fairer being,
Midas sighed and let his sinuses unwind and golden ether culminated into you, 
the lioness to her pride, I heard you sculpted king poseidons diamond trident at his side,
the surest sign of suicide for me would be that you had died, 
the God of Death, Osiris, Isis and her ibis-headed mask
would guide you down a spiral staircase into Cyprus if you asked,
you are the ripest stalk of Cairo-grown papyrus to this scribe, 
I’ve got no stylus to describe you as the finest kind of wine
that ages so well it rewinds the time, no, you aren’t wine,
you are the Carolina pines, and I’m so sorry that you aren’t mine.

to the girl 3 seats over on the f train.

thank you to everyone for all the support, really

prod. @yungameba
mixed by @tevinwmusic

if somehow scientists proclaim they see the apocalypse approaching 
I would buy a box of tissues, Oculus and lots of lotion 
and just lock myself indoors, I’d build a bunker out of blankets,
a fallout shelter out of sofa cushions, cook a bunch of pancakes, 
while I thunk about my grandkids, I’d prolly have to forage lunch,
or have a bran of storage porridge and a can of orange chunks,
until I reached a shortage, then if I hungered for a banquet

I’d make cocktails, mostly molotov
and waltz on over to a wal-mart with my martyr-like martini bombs and wall it off
so I could have the whole place to myself,

 I’d stop and start to crop apart the shopping carts 
and fashion pitchforks from the bars until I felt a sense of self-defense, 
I’d meld a fence around the produce sector and I wouldn’t have to spend a cent, 
I’d set up tents in electronics and wouldn’t have to send the rent, 
Instead of panicking, I’d marshal mannequins, pretend they’re friends
and host a massive slumber party in the “home and bedding” end

cause all I need to be content, is room and board and solid food
if I end up the last on Earth, then I’d adore the solitude
and I don’t mean to sound too rude, I just don’t really find it strange
that I don’t care the way we go, whether it’s war or climate change
atomic bombs or comet craters, hordes of zombie space invaders,
angels singing psalms while Satan’s satyrs crack through the equator
either way we’re gone, and I don’t feel the need to lift the rug,
if I can spend my final moments happy, I don’t give a fuck

I’d do my best to reconstruct tho, if let’s say the apocalypse 
caused major drops in populace and hit New York’s metropolis, 
I’d obligate myself to help me congregate the boroughs, 
add some zeroes to the census bureau’s copy room materials,
I’d even copulate with girls to help repopulate the world
cause that would be my duty;

 maybe I’d do what Jehovah would
and go for broke and build an ark of fifty cubits gopherwood
but leave the termites out cause surely that would not go over good

If I knew the world was ending
I’d start texting all my exes
and fuck ourselves to death until Jesus resurrects us
and the trumpets say 
it’s judgement day…

cataclysm

Upside Down Frowns (feat. Atlas)

Produced and Mixed by @ibr

Gang Vocals by @offthejump Mens Choir 

Lyrics:

Young Boof been gettin money
Young Boof been gettin guap
Young Boof been makin paper but 
I give it to my baby moms

my ex takes my checks and my Chex mix 
and if I don't pay the damn wretch I get arrested
I bought a Nesquick with the dollar that she left me
they ran out of chocolate so I had to get the strawburry
had to sell my old house man I had a pool
my new apartment haunted homie I aint tryna gab a ghoul
use my jeans pockets, to heat my hot pockets
I pick pocket goth kids at the hot topic
collect box tops, I'm tryna cash em in
I'll be saying pass the gin til its time to pack it in
it's happenin, I've turned into a fat jabroni
all because a homie gotta pay his alimony
she filed divorce, sweatin me for child support
I'm chuggin puddin by the quart to fix my broken heart
I got 33 dollars in my bank account
but act like a baller for my kids when I take them out

I'm a single dad, sad, eating Kraft singles
hand in the can when I'm tryna grab the last pringle
jerkin off, drinkin, wearin birkernstocks
lookin for some sugar from the grannies at the burger spot
divorced boof brought a date to a porn shoot
we ate mu shu pork then I fucked her in a morph suit
poor dude readin du fu in the bathroom
face by the glory hole blowin like a bassoon
gotta make a couple bucks where I can
leavin snacks for the hobos that fuck in my van
buy my overalls at Costco lookin pretty boss though
feelin like my lifes at a crossroads
hot loads hit my face like a Mack truck
just another sad fuck with some bad luck
toaster in the bath tub, dead in the water
I wonder who will find me, my son or my daughter

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-8255

prod. Ibrahim

she left me for my personal trainer (prod. Ibrahim)

merry christmas, everyone <3
thank you for an incredible year

shout out to everyone who worked on this:
@yungestbae (thanks for the godly beat <3)
@iamsamsa (if you need track art, hit him up)
@atwoodotj
@ibr
@chriswright53
@toccimc
@hheadhaunter
@boof-radley
@offthejump

merry Bhristmas

no one ever said (feat. samsa & the otj crew) (prod. yung bae)

@silo-beats

She’s an Adobe girl. Only ‘bout her photos and shoppin’. 
Pictures I hope I get cropped in. She’s got so many options 
but they’re talkin’ ‘bout a whole different topic, 
while I’m just tryna meet the one who’s there when nobody’s watchin’. 
She wants a sugar daddy payin’ to have her flown to the tropics, 
on some you want it, you got it. And to be honest, if I had it, 
I would blow it, no problem. I just hope you know your time 
is worth far more than the price they put on it. 
Got a friend from elementary who just got engaged. 
I got friends that’s already tellin’ their kids to behave. 
Got friends I can’t visit unless I visit their grave. 
I wonder what type of friends my friends have. 
“I have a friend who raps.” 
“My friend has depression but he would tell you that. 
It just gets hard to tell him things without him getting sad. 
I don’t think I can turn to him when I’m feeling bad.” 
“Weird, I don’t have a friend like that.” 
And back home, we paint dead grass green. 
Replacin’ the shattered mirrors with new ones before anyone sees 
that I’m the one on stage, but we're all performing. 
Home movies just make me think of what happened 
after we stopped recording. 
I can either be home or be happy, 
either destroying myself or ignoring my family. 
Two evils, but I've spent too long putting others above me. 
I hope that you still love me 
when I tell you that I'm here, 
and I'm not really fine. 
'Cause I still have problems, 
but the problems are mine. 
And I know I can solve them if you just give me the time. 
If you give me the space I need to reach peace of mind. 
I write songs I can’t sing about people I wish I was, 
with samples I didn’t clear. Collabin’ with distant cousins. 
Obsessed with the fifties, and the future it promised us. 
Obsessed that it's now and how it's nothing we thought it was. 
It’s his boy Elroy, shot out a flying car into college, 
where the books cost more than marijuana. As if we had an option. 
Our robot butlers're stuck in sweatshops. 
Step in the wrong end o’ Epcot and you'll get shot. 
Lost in the world of tomorrow today. 
Why I get lost in these beats until all of it fades. 
I don’t know much, 
but I know that I’m a rapper, 
and that I listen to music 
like it’s the only thing that matters.

veridis quo [prod. by silo]

Atlas - isn't here

Thank you all so much for the overwhelming amount of support, got a fun little track dropping for yall this Friday :)

additional vocals by me

feat. https://soundcloud.com/iamsamsa
prod. by https://soundcloud.com/saysooo
art by the lovely @passive155 (on twitter)
mixed by me

Lyrics:

And if every thing we thought correct
Had just got up and left
I wouldn't hesitate to take another step
In your direction
Recollectin memories we share the best ones
And I'd restart at step one for your affection
I'd get to relearn what makes you laugh and smile
And get mad scrunchin your nose and your brows
I don't know how it happened
It's like some men in black shit 
A click then a flash and now we don't know where our past went
Or what our past was
The half kiss and half touch
Some would call it bad luck 
And i ain't even mad because
I get to experience you all for the first time again
And take you on dates so we can talk about the lifes we live
And i can't wait for that first kiss 
I want it to be perfect
Even thinking bout it's making me nervous 
This is all just so surreal
I can't even begin to wait to get to know how you feel

If. .we. .would. .re. .set
I wouldn't mind
I wouldn't mind, i wouldn't mind no
×4

okay, freeze frame argument
we’re sitting on a park bench
our past is running circles through me,
I’m stuck on your arc length,
every evening we spent cheerful hangs
suspended in air
we both agreed that we ain’t working
though, we ended it there
and every sip of morning coffee you made
after i slept over or the way you slipped your 
sweater off your shoulder just to trace me through 
your supernova tattoo on your collarbones
comes floating back in monochrome, 
sheathed in a protective cover 
i’d give anything  to relive me and you in technicolor,
reincarnate months back to the party where I met you
where we dipped and watched the starlit sky then woke up in your bedroom
it’s not a second chance, you see, I want a second play-through
some way where if I fuck up I’d rewind to an escape route
and evade making the wrong choice
program every date with a respawn point
and meander through the multiverse, i’d go whatever distance
till I happen on a parallel dimension that’s not this one

If. .we. .would. .re. .set
I wouldn't mind
I wouldn't mind, i wouldn't mind no
×4

Reset, feat. samsa // sayso !

Off The Jump Presents a new single by @hheadhaunter

Produced by: 
@ibr

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover Art by:
@ibr

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Lyrics: 
Listen to me, please, I hate to open with this news/
but I'm not just not one you've seen without those rosy tinted hues/
the truth, I'm holding with a spoon.. I'm no knight in shining armor/
I don't dive inside the darkness, you won't cry goodbye on harbors/ 
and no tears for the dearly departed, never existed/
I've been so weird in the fear of the awkward tension that's building/
the ceiling feels so low, and the spacing out is permanent/
the waning sounds of words you spent are racing out the firmament/ 
I'm sure you meant well, I turn deaf and blind on a dime/
with nickel plated skin I doll her up to hide her inside/
I find a good time in excess, this scumbag only holds sewage/
skull inside the clouds, the sky, headbutt a brand new hole through it/
so I can hibernate, draped in vines that hide the state/
of mental wellness, never felt this place, slide out and drive away/ 
behind me, off the lot Ferrari's, crash, jam packing the ditches/ 
as this arsonist takes his shelter at more flammable bridges/

I'm not being insincere, you can - you can do much better than me/
(scumbag blues)the truth is that I'm nowhere near the person you see/ 
I'm just a sliver of the subject at hand/
a dumb, disembodied head that's buried under the sand/

There's no message to decode, I'm just a piece of shit/
it's no secret in sequences that repeat ad infinitum/
I don't mean to be overly dramatic, no over seas combatant/
peeling back the scabs that form up there, in hopes you see the damage/
I just want you to know that I'm prone to phoning it in/
with the bones so broken I folded them so they poke through the skin/
so you could nurse me back to health, self-arsonist/ 
I took my jarred brain off the shelf, melt all of it/
there's no mask or make-up, make believe man made myth/
or exaggeration painted in a bad light, you can't fake this/  
I'm a dick, I've got a slew of better things to do/
than try to win your heart, plucking on those little strings in tune/
one millimeter fuse, I ride a cannonball to work/
an anti-social loser doomed, to pack and travel in reverse/
lungs full of green-ish fumes that wilt the plants, you shouldn't breathe/
just completely forget about this, you're too good for me/

Headhaunter - Scumbag Blues (prod. ibrahim)

edited out intro for pt. 2 and cut and added things

atlas- wordsmith (both parts)

atlas. - books of war (prod. poison flowerz)

I simply upload songs that I like that I haven't seen on here yet. None of my tracks belong to me, nor do I claim they belong to me. 

atlas. - books of war (prod. poison flowerz)

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