Wait, hold up.  

Let me get this J rolled up

I’ll tell you motherfuckers 
what you gotta pay me for a verse
if you let me get the fucking payroll done 
 
Y’all could offer your first born child 
and I’d still bounce out like its’ girls gone wild, 
Style so killer that my words on bail, 
all my verbs in jail and my verse on trial 

all about the bass, no  treble 
first place on the track, gold medal
Shere never get into a situation 
where he gotta choose, never lose cause the Khan don’t settle 

y’all don’t move like your bikes won't pedal 
think you gon’ blow like your mics’ gunmetal
but that shit seem like planting a damn seed,
leavin’ it and hopin’ that it might grow petals 

think you mad cold but you tykes come gentle 
till’ you get popped like a tight blood vessel
y’all motherfuckers really going out of style
like some cowboy boots with the rhinestone pebbles

Line game sharp like a limestone pyramid
Y’all act hard but your rhymes don’t merit it,
The facts are that your act starts played out
and you lack bars like a backyard playground
but I rap like a track star makes rounds
when I go faster than nascar greyhounds 
Y’all burnouts are like racetrack flame-outs
looking at me spit a like spacecraft came down

Y’all rusty with dumbed down bars out
like parts found in a rundown car pound
My eight-track when it’s played back bar none	  
gets the crowd revved like a Maybach start sound

I really feel like you rappers need guidance
Y’all rap ‘bout the same three items,
freestyling bout’ weed, greed, violence, 
we don't need these from you, we need silence

Y’all say that my tracks need a damn hook
Fuck you, why don’t y’all hacks read a damn book
Y’all about as well-read as the self-help
shelf in a jail library cell in the backwoods


Yo, fuck the goons and dudes who confusing their 
youtube views as a proof of some movement 
All they do’s interviews and reviews
but there’s too few crews just improving their music
 
Y’all prolly like Khan’s being cinematic, 
I’m prolly like nah, see, I’m really mad
I was taught to keep my head down even when I’m at it
Then I see these cats getting green like a lily pad 

All these dogs got a dot com blog and a vlog
and a blah and a blah and a twitter page
It doesn’t matter how much shit you got up on the internet,
though bitch, if you all never been on stage


See, this shit’s gettin’ pretty old’ 
Some shitty ass kid makes a video 
with a shitty rap on a track that’s forgettable
Couple days pass, see him dance on the Ellen Show
to a damn crowd with some middle aged mom’s in it,
nearly puts me fit of rage watching it,
like they made it cause they rappin’ to celebrities

Someone tell me though, what happened to integrity?

Straight Bars Volume 1

Produced, arranged, mixed, and mastered by myself, Grei: https://soundcloud.com/deegrei

1st verse was written and performed by samsa (previously known as Shere Khan): https://soundcloud.com/iamsamsa

2nd verse was written and performed by Alexander the Great (aka ATG): https://soundcloud.com/alexander-the-great-atg

The hook lyrics and melody were written by Grei. 
They were dopely interpreted and performed by Sunrey: https://soundcloud.com/sunreyhiphop

The choir, and supplementary percussion (rapid kick pattern, hi hat work, and some FX percussive elements) were provided by J Megastar: https://soundcloud.com/official_megastar

This track is the result of a team oriented competition over at r/MHH where producers and rappers are grouped randomly, given a theme and deadline, and have to make a song to be voted on competitively against other teams. Find r/MHH here and join in: http://www.reddit.com/r/makinghiphop/

Artwork created by Grei, sorry Jesus.

Don't Blame Me (ft. samsa, ATG, & Sunrey)

While you argue on whether Tupac or Nas be better
I'll whoop your ass and outrap them both in my Cosby Sweater
He goes to parties just to roofie the drinks
and pours bacardi on his groupies while he pukes in the sink

type of dude who used to ball with his fraternity friends
but now he only goes to court for his paternity tests
and while at parties, in the corner, he be shotgunning beer
while everybody staring at him hope he's not coming near

but house parties ain't his thing, so he just drinks in the bar
but bars really ain't his thing, so he just drinks in his car
Used to be an extrovert, but people make him disconcerted now
and just to start his day, he's gotta swallow six concertas down,
down a fifth of Hennesey, hit a joint of persian bud,
sacrifice a unicorn and drink a pint of virgin blood,
and that's just for the morning- every night he draws a pentagram
and lights a couple candles in the backseat of his rental van
then hops into the front to rev the engine and to test the wheels
and ends up doing 90 while he'd doped up on Lunesta pills

His credit score has slowly sunk from nearly every angle
since they found him on to Catch a Predator with scented candles,
a box of camels and with just a fucking bathrobe on
until he saw the cops and started running out in socks in sandals

On top of that, this motherfucker's narcissistic,
every second on his soundcloud he be checking all the hard statistics
likes to brag that all his fans'll play his album louder
the problem is, his fans are whiter than some talcum powder
his largest demographic found him out on instagram,
that's why his listens come from adolescents and his hipster fans
so now he's trying to get his album sold around the clock
the only place he's sold one is at Starbucks- on the counter top
that he bought himself while working there while he was serving lattes
to some college women eating quinoa with their yerba mate

His taste in women's like how Velma look in Scooby-Doo,
they got him talking funny, like he's Elmer from the Looney Tunes,
so instead of trying he just watches films, like yesterday
he watched three interracial pornos and the Selma movie too

He's out of touch cause he's got cabin fever
telling friends to find their happiness, not telling him he hasn't either
he's well-aware if he complains in his songs
that he can claim that it was fake and he's just playing along
and since it's all inside his head no one can say that he's wrong
although it follows him to every single stage that he's on
and every page that he draws is like a cage with a lock
that he can only open if he wins the race with the clock,
and if he just confronts his feelings without trying to hide,
but every time he does, it just feels like he's dying inside

but soon enough he keeps on hoping that it will elapse
until it does, I guess he'll keep on coping with these silly raps
fill the gaps between the lines if you're that sure he's kidding
cause he sort of is but on the other hand he sort of isn't

V.II (beat by Ours Samplus)

I’m A Martian

A collab with https://soundcloud.com/offthejump

https://soundcloud.com/atwoodotj
https://soundcloud.com/iamsamsa
Produced by https://soundcloud.com/grei 

Adlibs by https://soundcloud.com/toccimc
Vocal mixing by https://soundcloud.com/tevinwmusic

Artwork by Grei

#dontsleep

INSTRUMENTAL HERE

Sleepin (ft. Atwood & samsa)

much like me, this song is built entirely of metaphors

unscramble them to find the truth

@tomcbumpz

i don't crave death, i just crave peace (prod. tomcbumpz)

thanks for all the support lately :)
rapgenius (help fill this in): http://bit.ly/2gYB9dT

prod. @steeziakbeats
mixed by @ibr, hit him up for mixing
feat. @teeawgo

Raps got gori girls going golly gosh
Desi girls saying "va alishan kasi baat"
Chali-haat young bengali oligarch
Bollywood polyglot, khan kareena’s bodyguard

Sagging skin-- face look like salvador dali art
When I was six, mom used to shop at the dollar mart
Namak para, chicken tikka shan in the shopping cart

Then I moved to Main Street, 27 bussed it
Styrofoam biryani while I rode up to the masjid
Give me any font script, I bet I could bust it
Arabic to sanskrit, fajr to al-maghrib

Y’all can call me zina cause I’m nothing you should fuck with, baate with the aunties at the Pakistani functions
Chuckle with the uncles over khulfi and jelabi
Allah-bakshe if you play me, you might maybe catch these hands like henna mehndi
Call me akshay, hera pheri, can you blame me

But
I bleed brown
Y’all can never take that away no

Foreigners get the boot like brasilly presidenta
Further from the truth, making mentes in fazendas
Sempre alimenta, chicken nug, monica
Pops quit smoking now he puffing his harmonica

Never had a turma, ago was the only one
What the funk is starbucks, quero cafe da manha
Dalmata, seeing things b&w, musica
Be above, be a beetle, mama had a fusca

Incorrect grammar like mano who done shoot ya
Racionais wu tang 'spiracao, 2pac
If you step inside my casa, best to take ya shoes off
Don't wanna see nothing suja, it's true my

Parents learnt english speech watching the news
I had cookies, milk dipping, Tigo majin the buu
Rocking the bowlcut, dressing in overalls
Binging with bowls of cocoa puffs since i moved

But
I bleed south, yall could never take that away no

Post-election my white friends tell me to be brave
Dad says I should behave
Mom says get a clean shave

Hijabi aunties jilt mantillas like they in a heat wave
Cousin saying this shit’s like what jim crowe was to free slaves
Uncle disagree with that analogy that he gave
Says the fact that we don’t feel safe is proof that we just need faith

Cousin zoning out on youtube watching Louis C.K
Dad starts talking bout islamic faith and has a field day
Ammi change the subject by handing out chai and tea cakes
Saying “pi kay dhekley”, they answer “bilkull theek hai”

I’m there in the corner playing DK
Kong
Country
Collecting all the red balloons for funsies
Mom is making lassi, mango, asks me if I can go
Pray with all the family
While she counting out the tasbih
Fussy, I tell her not to rush me
Like mom, I’m on the mine cart level and I’m rusty
Trust me, mom pulls out the plug tho
I can’t really front tho, make my way downstairs and I read as’r with the uncles

Aunties asking me about my love life
Say they a know a girl in peshawar for me that looks like
A cross between aishwarya and like, the emma stone type
Saying I should wife her up on viber, maybe on skype
Lately I’ve searching for my dhulan with my phone swipes
Lately I’ve been thinking bout my own tribe, drone strikes

But
I bleed brown
Y’all can never take that away no

kulfi ft. THIAGO

Lyrics: 

Most nights I spend alone staring at Orion's belt 
Crooked constellation tell the future 
Try to find myself 
I wonder why God waits until I fail so he can try to help 
Anxiety has plagued me with debates 
The mind unwinds itself 
Denies that health is fading faster 
Always happens just right after
Laughter dies away and burning pain begins to take its place 
Always when I'm bound to sleep 
Awake to sounds of busy streets and screams from neighbors fighting 
Please just take me far from apathy 
What's happening? 
Demons grab my feet they're dragging me 
Down to depths unknown I float there ain't no gravity 
Wake up in the dusk I just leave my room a mess 
Empty 40s hoarding absent space around my desk 
Exploring horrid stories I've buried in my head 
Ignoring pouring morning coffee with a little gin 
Absent of a grin 
Absent of smile 
I think I'm gonna feel this for a while 
Hear me singing

Hook: ladadadadadadadadada x2

So heres how all my days are spent:
Wide awake at 4am
Cigarettes for breakfast then
I go to work same shit again
Fake a smile so no asks
How I pass the hour glass
I say "I don’t, I pass the bottle." 
dad thinks that I’ve got a problem
Ex said that im just an addict
Manic thoughts they make me panic 
Attacks are random, didn't plan it 
Can't escape intrusive thoughts or 
Break away from Luci's locks 
Until no put some music on and 
Drift away to space a place so far away displaced are all my demons 
Breathing settles down 
My hands no longer shaking 
Steps toward recovery might be the thing that breaks me 
So I crack a beer and light a joint another night of thinking. 
Headphones on I'm all alone 
Listen closely, 
Hear me singing: 

Hook 
Ladadadadadadada

As Days Pass(prod. Ibrahim)

Off The Jump Presents a new single by @iamsamsa

Produced by: 
@yungmai

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover Art by:
@passive155

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samsa - driftwood

On Spotify, iTunes, Google Play, etc.

Prod. @yungmaple
Mixed and Mastered by @iamhrtbrk
Cover Art by @iamhrtbrk

afterlife (prod. 🍁yungmaple🍁) [Available on Spotify & iTunes]

Rituals (feat Sora D)(prod. EZEKEY)

Back to it. For me, but I hope you enjoy it too.

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