been listening to this almost daily for 4 years or so now. everything about this song is so beautiful and truthful, it never fades for me

Someone should do where they make AI generated art to this song’s lyrics

im not sad anymore thank you samsa you've always helped

samsa i miss u bruh i may have been so sad when i kistened to u but u helped me so much

This song is forever a part of my life thank you.

I can’t explain how this song has effected me. Been in love with this for half a decade

Listening in 2025 because I miss 2017, song has had me in a death-grip since

S t a r D u s t

So Mean prod afternoon ft samsa and lovesadkid (REPOST)

prod. @ibr
mix. @ibr
art. @headhaunter

Down and down it goes...

Lyrics:
I try to forget we happened, I try to not think of you
but all my thoughts still take your shape and imitate the things you do
there’s shades of you inside the lake beneath a static gibbous moon
can’t shake the stubborn memories from our romantic interludes

can’t escape the melancholy as the spiral’s turning downward
it’s a bed of blooming orchids and a pyro burning flowers
it’s hours that turn to weeks, our dates replay in random loops
upon the surface of these two vortexes gazing back at you

I’m just a fool who thought he was clever with plans in motion
romantic notions, who would handle rejection and withstand corrosion
(but I’m a) gossamer web of canceled connections 
dismantled affection, (and you’re a) haunted house of mirrors with scrambled reflections

it’s a rampant infection of doubts, the clouds that veil my face
shrouds of shadows that flit over me - a crown of pale light rays
it’s the inhale and the plunge below the memories I’m submerged in
it’s the nice view from a month ago, when everything was perfect

I try to forget we happened, try to think of something else
I tried to drown the entire thing inside a drink but nothing helps
it’s hell, affected mental health, I tried to tackle the feelings
take a sledgehammer to your pedestal, but can’t manage to swing it

(Cuz I was) infatuated with you, it’s that forks of lightning tingle
it’s that feeling of my heart exploding forth in brightened pixels
it’s the feeling of losing that feeling, feeling like I fucked it up
the thoughts evolved, they’re peeling off the ceiling tiles to run amok

don’t hear the silver linings, it’s unbearable, it’s bullshit
having you here right beside me is the only scenario I’m cool with
I don’t want to forget but I have to, I know I should just move on
delete the socials, and our messages, then I’ll be good with you gone

cuz I know that just because I felt it, that doesn’t mean it’s real
I know the reasons you told me, but not the ones you keep concealed
I got too comfortable with you beneath a motionless moon
I just hope as time oozes forward that I’ll get over it soon

Downward (prod. ibrahim)

Joe Pass - Extended

Here's to a new year. Enjoy.
https://jinsangbeats.bandcamp.com/album/solitude

Order your vinyl:
Blue (Limited 300 copies): https://goo.gl/vbnMzz
Black:  https://goo.gl/aJLq89

Digital Art by: Miranda Robson
Vinyl Art by: Kikkujo

Tracklist
01.  bright. 
02. morning. 
03. pine leaves. 
04. elevated. 
05. reminisce. 
06. first luv. 
07. dusk. 
08. pure. 
09. island
10. sunlight. 
11. grotto 
12. waiting. 
13. evening. 
14. night breeze 
15. quiet 
16. aurora. 
17. abandoned. 
18. thoughts. 
19. midnight. 
20. wander. 
21. blade
22. regret 
23. smile from u. 
24. sleep 
25. undersea. 
26. betrayal

solitude. [full album]

We could fly away
just give me a call

snapchat me videos of you listening to rocket man. 
Username: alebro112

words @atlas
unspoken words @landosmusic

lyrics to help you sing along!: https://genius.com/Al-x-the-great-rocketman-lyrics

Rocketman (feat. atlas) (prod. lando!)

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

prod @yungameba
mixed by @ibr
art by @ibr and me 
shouts to my crew @offthejump
thanks to @atlas for being a cool dude 
lyrics: http://genius.com/Samsa-feat-atlas-anthropocene-lyrics


I always knew that we’d be by each other’s side forever
now our time has come 
and I’d be satisfied if we died together
 
yeah, our climate’s fucked  
we might as well enjoy the weather
our time is up and I’d be satisfied 
if we died together

hit me up

anthropocene ft. atlas 🎉

Get it on iTunes! https://itun.es/i67g4nD

SHE'S SO NICE

WE FALL AGAIN

HENTAI

youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqNQ-_Xoq2o
can't give enough credit to https://soundcloud.com/iamsamsa for coming through with crazy concepts on this gem. mad love to https://soundcloud.com/sagekyote for the killer production
lyrics:
scalpel to the heart trying to stop the bleeding 
symphonic Mozart echoes off the ceiling 
study symbols in each scar trying to catch some meaning
I’ve come to the conclusion yo I must be dreaming
yo I must be dreaming yo I must be dreaming
I’ve come to the conclusion yo we must be dreaming

wake up screaming
same dream that I’ve had for the past six years
it starts on a metal x building, feet are on the ledge, 
head starts tilting, teeter on the edge
and I jump off and it feels like a month long as I’m falling
then it cuts off as I plunge through an awning,
yawning, wake up and
I don’t really know what to make of it I
really wish these night terrors stopped
swear to god, these night mares are awful
scenes out a gothic novel, worst part is that I’m the author
x maybe I should call a doctor, maybe I should get a fucking shrink to see me,
whatever, turn on the TV, channel flip through a bunch of repeat
episodes of the twilight zone, flip to a sports channel with the highlights on,
through the primetime news and a lifetime film and a wildlife doc, then finally stop
on an infomercial
bout a controversial 
experimental, non-reversible
medical procedure
dream deletion, remove potential to dream while sleeping
and enjoy your rosy slumber
interested? call the toll-free number
one eight hundred 5867-633, fine print under, I ignore it 
just grab my phone, and dial the digits till I hear the tone, 
fingers fidget till I hear a lone voice across the speaker groan
thank you for calling
we’re no longer offering our service, I’m awfully sorry
we’re lawfully obligated to close off of our operation
thanks for your cooperation 
and they hang up
rang up their office a second time
and a third and a fourth and fifth and on the sixth I checked the line
to hear a voice give me directions to their office, there’s a sign
out front that says siesta inc in rustic print and when I find it
I should go up flights of stairs until I see a shining light and
walk through halls of doors until I get to room one hundred one
and as they talk I grab the keys and let my Civic’s engine run
and drive until I see the sign, and park my car and walk the floor
and run up flights of spiral stairs until I think I see the door
and open wide and step outside, behind me now the door is shut
I’m standing on a concrete ledge and must be 80 stories up
and as I’m slipping off the edge, I can feel my iPhone rung
and I pick up and hear the voice behind the metal echo “jump” “jump” “jump”
i must be dreaming, like i must be dreaming

flashback to the night before 
lucid swimming ocean floor 
following this motion towards 
the shore but I can barely make it
seems like everything is vacant 
except a solo lighthouse in the forest 
door is forced shut but I climb the ladder
at the top a sadder picture or illusion
eyes moving to a city left in ruins
past the woods, I draw conclusions 
wait, heard a sound 
return to ground, in the trees it seems louder
so I scatter after fractured laughter 
patterns in the distance hear it echo 
losing minutes as I let go of existence 
as I know it, tip toe into this wasteland 
lots of empty spray cans tagging no man’s land
on all the building torn down to pieces 
I wonder if man kinds now become an endangered species
and if so, what’s the purpose of my being?
I’ve come to the conclusion that I must be dreaming
man I’ve come to the conclusion that I must be dreaming
still can’t wake up so I see what all my dreams are really made of
as I follow through the wake of whatever massacre occurred
thoughts growing more disturbed passing every single curb
til I swerve into a burning sign and think
where else have I heard of Siesta Inc?

Silent Crowns

Spotify

Siesta ft. samsa (prod. Sage Kyote)

prod @rainlord
mixed by @ibr

lyrics: http://pastebin.com/BktFpHc4

look, I won’t pretend I understand it babe, the afterlife and all
but as you died you promised me that you would try to write or call
and I’ve been waiting ever since, every sunday I hold seances with like-minded adults
and roll your corpse into the living room and try and find your pulse and then repine at the results, I’ve even got my windowsills lined up with ultraviolet bulbs, shrunken shrines of human skulls and other signs of the occult but now I’m at a fucking loss, cause honey, nothing seems to work…
 
like I’ve been astrally projecting my body beyond my dreams
through the fabric of space and time so you could me spot me at the seams
I ventured through the upside-down hoping you caught me in between
but maybe if you’ve got the tech, then you could haunt me on my screens
 
like you should infiltrate my news feed
I swear no one would notice
you could float beside some bogus buzzfeed quiz about the POTUS
be a pixelated phantom ghost
on clickbait propaganda posts
and dictate what you’re thinking through a catchy headline
like “one weird reason why it’s great to be ethereal”
or “twenty signs you’re dead now and your soul is immaterial”
 
or if it’s late at night then you could swoop in from the shadow realm
and talk to me through pop-up ads that show up over adult films
on anything you’re into, we could start with milf, or facial,
you could beam your interspatial spirit into interracial
if you’re feeling sorta formal, we could pizza date on Skype
and I could call the coroner over n’ we could share the corner slice and when it’s time to go to bed, then we could leave our cameras on
and if the netherworld has one-day shipping free on Amazon
 
then you could slumber as you ship yourself, I swear this shit delivers quick
or send me the address and I could meet you by the river styx
I’d twitter beef with Namtar by the Tigris and Euphrates
I could snap you while I’m snagging sacred threads of life from Hades
I would loot Duat and photocopy-pirate the papyus,
change the records and then have a Facebook flamewar with Osiris  
and either way, I can’t wait to talk or reunite,
I’ve been so lonely since you died, I’ve tried to walk towards the light
and if the Gods of Death oppose our harmless want to reconvene
then maybe we could sneak you by ‘em if you haunt me through a screen

the rest of the lyrics: pastebin.com/BktFpHc4

haunt me on twitter

haunt me

prod. @corybear
mixed by @ibr

shout out stream squad

I think in I’m in love
but I’ve been feeling otherwise
these flutters in my stomach aren’t butterflies but cutting knives 
and not the butter kind, and if you listen close when she begins to speak, you’ll hear a couple hundred sighs and the collective shut of eyes, letters linger on her lips like lullabies, I think I’ve  drowned a couple times inside her opal-colored eyes, she could do something as simple as sit down with the grace of Olympic dives, a perfect 10 photo shutter finish on her cocoa butter thighs, X catch her wearing loose pajamas on a sunday and she’d overshadow any supermodel on a runway, when she wakes up in the morning up she smells like vanilla essence and the bittersweet recollections of your adolescence, summer camp and piano lessons and presents you got on birthdays, orange creamsicles and double plays on first base, and walk past her in the halls and if your shoulders feel the slightest brush then you might melt to liquid gold, the lightest kind of midas touch, I’ve seen the way she drinks espresso during classes and reshapes a paper cu p into an emerald-covered chalice, sugar packets pouring crystals, napkin origami cranes, gunning gorgeous glances to me through her giorgio armani frames, she’s nearly perfect in 
almost 
every
way 









. 



.


.
but she’s got shit taste in movies, ask her for her favorite titles and she always likes to say she’s down to go see anything by shyamalan or michael bay, and also, she’s a psycho in the kitchen, 
it’s a travesty, what kind of fucking monster cooks their pasta in the microwave? 
and she does this thing where she corrects your grammar if it’s wrong and clicks her tongue and winks and shoots a playful finger gun as if she’s won some sorta contest, empress victor-of-a-conquest, mrs. armchair shrink, let me fix you with a comment, princess kick you when you’re down, worshipper to a godhead, it seldom happens that she listens to my voice and doesn’t chime in quick with unsolicited advice, an unapologetic tyrant of passive aggressive rivalry, ask her a question and catch and handful of sass and irony, and trust me, she is just the worst at board games, debates about the rules like legislators at a court case, tampers with the scales of justice, wielding pencils as her gavel, once I even caught her cheating while she kept the score in scrabble, she’s a fucking wreck at checkers, plays monopoly sloppily, always bringing up disputes in games of trivial pursuit, sucks at battleship and risk, she fights better hand-to-hand, 
and don’t even get me started ‘bout how trash she is at candy land

but I’m no adonis either,
fashion sense abysmal, I’ve got two nirvana t-shirts 
that I wear to formal outings and I’ve never owned a cardigan,
catch me buyin’ cargo pants at target from the bargain bin
drink milk straight out the carton, use my hands to scoop out margarine
breakfast table etiquette makes up our morning arguments
and I’m not a glass half full kinda guy,
shipwrecked, flags half-mast hull kinda guy
I never was an optimist, not too good at compromise,
the problem is my ego’s far too fragile to apologize
but she always calls me out and takes me down a couple pegs too
it’s always nice to have somebody close who double-checks you
and honestly, we wouldn’t be ourselves if we were different 
yeah, she’s clumsy and I’m stupid, those are things that we can live with
being perfect’s unrealistic, either way I like our flaws
the way I crack my knuckles often, the obnoxious way she yawns
the way I stutter when I flirt cause I’m not very good with courtship
the way she’s gotta pee the first ten minutes of a road trip
how when she cuts her pancakes it’s in slices, not in squares
the way my daily coffee intake is a crisis, I'm aware
the way I talk in crowded theatre and the way she parks in parallel
the way she goes through pints of ben and jerrys salted caramel
the way...

slide in my DM's

butterflies

ukulele by @imtiffany
art by https://twitter.com/phiIotechnicaI

"you were my earth"

atlas

download <3

you're my world

Featuring: https://soundcloud.com/cloudmacx & PC Pete

Produced by: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCkPE_gRazT9nG4nHBMb5dQA

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[HOOK - Miles Powers & PC Pete]
Relax your muscles this distraction’s just a couple minutes
In fact I think you're fucked right after ‘cause it's back to business
So let's sit back and crack a pack of six to blur your vision
And rap with acid flows I'm askin’ if they even listen


[VERSE 1 - PC Pete]
I seen better days, better blaze in a daze
How I stay when I get away, least I got bowl
And I ate off a dinner plate, you know they say
It’s the little things, have a drink gotta

Celebrate, little rock out the cellophane
Little talk bout some little things, t ain't rained
In a month imma go insane, little blunt fuck it make it big
Cause it’s love but you know that

Love’s always taking hits, hits out the blunt
Getting vapor lit lit for a month outta paper shit
Shit I been drunk since a baby kid
Bitch say it’s love but my baby left, fifth fifth of the 

Month I’m just breaking in my liver live it up while you living
I give a fuck if you wit it I’m tryna make it big
No I’m not, I’m just tryna find my fucking wallet
While I’m dodging cops, how many xanny in my

Pocket bitch I done forgot, how many xannys are you
Popping just to stop the thoughts, bout a boatload!!
I see the waves crashing in hope you float bro
How many ways can you fuck ask my coke hoes

Dope nose froze in the snow living so cold
D LO in the know I love no hoe
I’m a wolf in a wolves clothes
On the roof burning woods slow.. but I bet I’m in a

Wool sweater letterman, getting head again
Damn she let him in? Duh bitch I’m a motherfucking
Veteran, with a head full of sedatives
And it is what I said it is

[HOOK - Miles Powers & PC Pete]

[VERSE 2 - Miles Powers]
Ten till three CD in the works, read read
Too far in the words if it all works fuck it
I ain't dream dream dream nothing
I ain't sleep sleep I ain't need this

Knee deep on the creep creep man I bleed this
All too conceited, crawlin depleted solve with a
Call from the homies, rhymes from the dome piece
Lying if I don't say I don't need nothin

Lines in row get the blow insufflate
I ain't bluffin way to far sufferin’
Puffin this J and I'm Kool-Aid sippin
Bluray rippin’ I be too far trippin

Large roots, 'bove ground, when I come round
Leave em dumbfound, as a gun sound
In the white suburbs, write with the sight of a love bird
Write with the depth of a sunburn, ay

Tryna fit it get it all in one word, ay
I admit it all in one verse, ay
One song too long move along it's a new day
Gotta spit a new way… 

Ain't yall trouble man better prove then
Eight ball couple grams get it movin
Involved in a plan of improvement
Ain't solve with a trance but it's soothin’

[HOOK - Miles Powers & PC Pete]

[VERSE 3 - Cloud Mac]
I was born in the black light
Never looking back, never gonna think twice
I’m nice on the mic when I describe right 
Pull into the fight like “yo”

But sometimes I struggle to write it all up
The brain comes in with the Yip Man block, yea
The hands move around and around on the clock, 
The plans break down, down, down in the spot

And everybody needs a little help sometimes,
Sometimes, I like to
Get a little jolly and puff some pines,
Some pines, some pines

And if that don’t work then I’ll try something else
TV on silent the image just melts
Black and white romance until it is felt
Attacking my trance up until it dispels

And when that don’t work I go out with my friends
Do something stupid that we can’t defend
Depends, we got the time to spend.
I got some lies that I will spread

And after it all I go back to my house
Get to my mic and then get it all out
Back to business got to get all this clout
Yea, you just learned all ‘bout the cloud.

[HOOK X 2 - Miles Powers & PC Pete]

Back to Business (feat. Cloud Mac & PC Pete)

prod. xixx

lyrics: pastebin.com/3wfyNtp8

Private link to song(not sure if it still works) : https://soundcloud.com/iamsamsa/samsa-see-you-soon/s-fd5KL
I do not own this song, it belongs to Samsa. https://soundcloud.com/iamsamsa

samsa - See You Soon (unreleased)

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anthropocene ft. atlas 🎉

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