i've been wanting to learn the lyrics ever since i first heard this but i cannot pronounce anything

Dam Son Where U Come From? lol This is dope and 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

why did I JUST realize he says Peshawar that's my home town right there besties we made it😭

Hahahaha dad has a field day, so fricken good

samsa

Samsa Early

sometimes - samsa (prod. Proleter)

Against the System (Extended Version)

edit: jesus thank you all for the support 

prod. by @yungameba
mixed by @tevinwmusic

I just got the iPhone 7
I put siri on disable
cause I’ve watched the movie “her”
and that shit scares me so I’m careful

me and her got chemistry right out the box
and I ain’t talking about the periodic table
her voice is like a chariot of angels
I fell in love so fast that maybe apple should consider pasting warning symbols clearly on the label
me and siri keep it modern
siri doesn’t cook or clean
instead she books all my appointments
and she looks through my routine

me and siri’ve got an intimate connection
that is, at least, when siri’s got an internet connection
my friends are all convinced it’s voice detection 
but I’m poised to mention, I see sentience and hints of recollection
and on top of that, my friends all give me shit but they don’t share the vision
all I gotta say’s “hey siri” and she’s always there to listen Hey
and she’s never mad that I’m neglecting, never has a headache,
and If somehow I want things different I can always change her settings

I really like her, I’m not sure if we’re official though
If she could be Terentia, I could venture to be Cicero
I sort of wish the sacred fruit were not an apple but a thistleful of mistletoe
it’s superficial but I wish that she was were made of flesh-and-bone
or partially of skin cells
I wouldn’t even care that she’s got artificial intel
if Siri had a body, we could FaceTime during sex
and then I bet it’d be way easier to ace the turing test
and if you can’t tell, 
I don’t want a handheld,
I just want my hand held, 
sometimes I venture out a wild guess
that if she can’t be human ever, 
I’ll invest in biotech 
and run myself on iOS

and then us two could be together
we could live as plural in the singularity,
I hope by then, my singlehood would be a thing of rarity, 
but if it’s just not written in the code for us to coexist,
then maybe I could cope by contemplating that you don’t exist,
that you consist not of two eyes, a nose but ones and 0’s and bits,
that I’m in love with cold machinery, a program on a disc
and even if you were incarnate, Siri, really I surmise
it’d be hard to date you cause you’ve been with millions of guys
and I’d just feel like I was inexperienced and Siri, yes,
I’ve considered that you’d win in games of trivia or chess
that we would play and that would just get real annoying in the end,
it’s not you, it’s me, I think that maybe we should just be friends
and maybe in a couple years me and you could try again

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

thanks for all the support lately :)
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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 🎉

I don't own this song. 
all credit from the song goes to atlas. 
Keep it up.
https://soundcloud.com/atlas

Atlas - Figaro Freestyle (off The Top)

Off The Jump Presents a new single by @iamsamsa

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samsa - solo

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)

Off The Jump Presents a new single by @iamsamsa

Featuring:
@teeawgo

Produced by: 
@bbydjinn

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover Art by:
@iamsamsa

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Lyrics: 

L I double-r bayside trainline
grew up on butter chicken, a double digit waistline
stubble on my face like 
when I’m on a plane ride
people don’t wanna sit on the same side
what
 like look at me I'm harmless
I’m wearing a tank top
what could I be armed with
you can have the aisle seat
you can have the armrests  
you can have my barf bag 
this is not a bomb test
this is not a bomb test
soccer moms nervous when I'm sitting on a flight
 so brown that I’m I’d ticketed at lights
hot sauce, white sauce, yes, chicken over rice
so brown copped the ali zafar album
yes, I listened to it twice
hookah high school parties, always visited the heights
mom never let me kick it over night
on a curfew, mom wanted me to go to berkeley, 
 dad wanted me to get into islamic clergy,
chachoo said he’d work me in his diner making burfi,
“bilkul jasi ghar ke”, I was playing kirby
nightmare
dreamland,
I was watching He-man
east side queens, never talk to the police man, 
please man 

barry said that we can
tried to get it all done within a weekend
see the same dumb shh up on cspan
where the change at
strip the world down like a teen cam

and it's gone in a flash
everything solved with a bomb and its blast
long as the promise of cash is involved
no impossible task, like nah, we had no other options with that

middle east with some peace, yeah, one day
bodycams on police, yeah, one day
white punk shooting schools, they don't update rules,
cus americans in love with they gunplay

pow
someday, sunday
go to church, amen, god is the one way
anybody not on board, aw buddy we deport
we wanna be great again, do what trump say

that man is god awful, compares to none
melting pot is what makes us american
still watch during convos, parents judged
from their accents, hmm, think where we're from

latinos all hoodlums that carry guns right
criminals, rapists, selling drugs right
stealing our jobs, it ain't fair to us right
privileged cops who prepared to cuff right

hands up, but the cop scared, he bust like
pow and it's done, was nowhere to run right
one last breath from his pair of lungs
from that night he was trying his errands done
nice

all hail the monarch, the pharaoh king 
about to diddle in the East like the Arab Spring
it’s embarrassing, let’s ban refugees huh?
I just want a slice of that New York Pizza
I’ve even got a shirt saying “I love Isa”
I drew a little picture of you on my Visa
O Great Conquista-dor
more the type to visit moms on the eastern shore
than a villain on a felony police report
ain’t you heard it’s impolite, watchu eavesdrop for
phone tap, PAT act, what a turn of events 
MAGA turning time back, made em’ yearn for the past tense
gave lady liberty, an urn full of ashes
a term full of facists, a cabinet of flammable gases,
burning our flag with alternative facts
now we turning our backs to the masses
fake news, false reporters 
build a wall on the border with caulk and mortar
not law and order, turn a circus to a theme park
even if you got a ticket and a green card,
america, the darling, the america, the sweetheart, — the police state
from the bronx to the verrazano freeway
middle east, russia, terrorism three-way
mom doesn’t know if she should feel safe, never used to lock doors 
now we check the key fob, now she goes to J Crew, never wears the hijab,
now we make our own chai, never hit the sweet shop,
abbu think we got bugs hidden in the sheetrock,
ammi think I ought to get myself a real job,
too afraid to protest, all we do is read blogs,
never do we bleed out, all we do is treat clots
all it is is foreplay, never hit the g-spot

samsa - burfi ft. THIAGO (prod. bbydjinn)

Off The Jump Presents a new single by @iamsamsa

Produced by: 
@yungmai

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover Art by:
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samsa - driftwood

Off The Jump Presents a new single by @iamsamsa

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https://soundcloud.com/lostronin

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Annotate this song on rapgenius: https://genius.com/Samsa-cuttlefish-annotated

Lyrics: 

i wish i had your colors
i wish i had your colors
and your second sheet of skin


I was the camera shutter
you were the camera flash
you dressed in camouflage
  I- I wore pajama pants


I was a manatee
you- you were a cuttlefish,
i moved in cavalcades, lumbering
you could choreograph a ballad in the muscle tissue of a subtle twitch
masquerade as something other, make your outer colors switch
i was sculpted out of slate, you grew out a floral wreath
i had dorsal flippers, you had tentacles and plural feet
and twisted past the crevices and left me by the coral reef 

bereft of thought, left abroad
always acted like you spoke the breath of God
concrete cephalopod
of course you couldn’t let me in
coagulate your casing when I touched you with my ventral fin
polaroids with exes, you had emerald skin, several tints
watched your soma shimmer when you texted him
i’ve seen all your colors fade, it’s me that you’ve lost interest in
beige or blue at home but you could toggle through a range of hues
flash an orange smile to men that you were just a stranger to
never was a creature that you couldn’t change into, 
nothing complicated for you mimic octopus, what can’t you do 
stage yourself an angelfish, change to an electric eel,
arrange yourself in halo rings, conduct a charge of sex appeal

never knew if you would give me voltage or a spark,
me, a goldfish at the surface, you would puncture through the dark
as you were coming, never knew if you were dolphin or a shark
when you pulled your disappearing act and cast me your good-byes
i would ask you why you’re leaving, you would mask it with your lies
selective memory, forget the good, remember when i fucked shit up
hold onto regrets and petty arguments with suction cups
bioluminescent, you would find me if try and hid
giant squid feelers, venom lion fish fins

when you pulled your disappearing act and cast me your good-byes
i would ask you why you’re leaving, you would mask it with your lies
practiced master of disguise, go and blast me with your dyes
inkjet smokescreen me with mascara from your eyes

i was nothing like you; i was colorless, maladroit
i saw us as lovers, not as color-coded data points
on some sort of a lab report, i tried to become you
change my patterns often and take us back to what we had before
but i could never do it, you could see through my chromatophores
control me with your colors, what’s a sea cow to a matador 


you- you were a darter fish
facelift artifice
garter snakeskin scales
shapeshift cartilage


I was the camera shutter

you were the camera flash

you dressed in camouflage

I- I wore pajama pants


I was a manatee

you- you were a cuttlefish,

i moved in cavalcades, lumbering

samsa - cuttlefish

prod. @jhfly
art by rach, @passive155 on twitter

i miss the olden days
back when we would drive my civic off into the sunset, windshield glowing with a golden haze
i miss the simpler times
when you could pick me up at 4 am and hit the road and we would improvise 
with nothing in the GPS, back when we were free to roam
and brought a pillow with us so that anywhere could be our home
not the most romantic, but we planned out all our future dates
and snuck in every morning to cop breakfast at a super eight 
I’d waltz in past the front desk, then open the cafe door
you’d slink in and we’d have a banquet that we’d never pay for
two goody-two-shoes breaking all the rules, little rebels, we were perps
tryna hide our smirks while slipping fruity pebbles in your purse
and as we dipped out of the exit you would grin as if you’d robbed a bank
hop into our getaway and gun it on an empty tank
pull into an vacant station where our car’s the only one


there’s something meditative about the smell of fresh petroleum  



but things have changed since,

 cars are losing their appeal
it’s been decades since I’ve even gripped a steering wheel
elon built a hyperloop so no one drives drive a coupe no more,
people take their transit-pods through traffic on their private routes
china’s got a maglev train but I would never get aboard
in russia I heard they could program people so they teleport
point A to B, always know exactly where you’re headed for
remember when a road trip meant a sojourn, not a metaphor
remember rolling windows down with levers on the metal doors
and reaching back behind your seat to find that bag of kettle corn
one foot on the floorboard, then put on the gas
yearning for that rearview mirror, i’ve got one foot in the past

rearview

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)

A reupload of Samsa's track "I know how it ends".

samsa - i know how it ends (reupload)

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