if you pay attention to the song with headphones in, you can notice how one half of the beat plays on the left, while the other plays on the right and the lyrics play on both sides.

We all miss you so so so much samsa, we need you please.

This song always hit different to me, hope you're doing well out there man <3

remember listening to you in high school. The reason i focused on rapping. Still as incredible even 5 years later

big man samsa :D

Producers soundclouds:
@EngelwoodMusic
@astral_beats
@Willhouse
@OMFGCoreyAlexie

Features soundclouds:
@iamfaceless
@ADP
@TheRealReeG
@BernardWillis


Quiet feat. Samsa (prod. Astral)

True School Spirit

@autumnkeys

thanks to all of my friends. 

thanks to the other atlas. 

thanks to my family. 

thanks to all of you. 

enjoy. <3 

(beats by autumn keys, raps and cover and mixing and mastering by me) 

(i totally ripped healy off with the harmonies on a breath of fresh air and i'm so sorry)

pay what you want <3

a breath of fresh air

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

well, here we are.

after a long journey spent coping with sub par mental health and the various females inhabiting my high school, i've finally accomplished the thing i set out to do so long ago:

i put out a real album.

i hope that you all enjoy listening to this as much as i enjoyed creating it, because this whole thing has been an experience for me.

thank you for getting me so incredibly close to 10,000 soundcloud followers and thank you even more for taking the time to listen to what i've created here.

the cover art was created by my good friend halli hunt, or h.h. as some of you may know her.

have a fantastic day, and hey;

the world might not always be beautiful, but the potential for beauty and peace exists so long as the potential for hatred and violence is present. you can't have sunshine without a little rain, and i can't have happiness without a little help from my friends. i love you all.

<3

skeletons (prod. gerbanzi)

Music video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nex9EBEuJgA

Lyrics:
Top off my tank with some high octane
No way to stop this flame
hop off the hype train
now I'm on track, make my getaway
haven’t held my head so elevated since like hella days
anyway 
I go off on a tangent when I vent what's on my mental
I think I must be destined the pen is what I am meant for
headed for the summit or maybe somewhere above it
I do it for the buzz, nah I do it cause I love it uh

and this might seem nothing much at all, 
but I can’t afford to stall, after all I took it this far so
don’t bother if you think you wanna stop me
watch me, isn’t it obvious I’m a hot MC
empty stomach how I’m hungry for that hundred 
percent, I’m never content, I never regret
a single second that I spent getting closer to perfection
doing what I can so I can hone my self direction 

I’m out here and I'm bout to get it right
I’m working by the day and I’m grinding by the night
I might just write another verse about the come up
and if I keep it up I could be done before the sun up
Wassup to everybody 
I'm here, I know I'm ready
Let's cut with all the bullshit
I don't have time for any
Every moment matters 
I'd rather be planning than passing the time doing jack shit, 
and that's it 

Hope everybody from the bay is watching
codes got that hotter than the summer flow
whack brothers don’t got a thing on me
honestly you all don’t even come close
Back to the board when I be deep in thought
if it wasn’t really clear, I don’t sleep a lot
I've got it under control, cause I’m still trying to light some
dynamite, and I might just blow
 so underrated I think I should make it I’m taking the rules and I’m aiming to break ‘em
Impatient as hell but I’m saying I got it 
I’m just being honest I spit what I want and I’m gone

And then I get back on, 
take a second to step back and better my songs 
if I don’t get it right, then it’s back to square one
when I’m writing I put the rest of my life on pause
the devil's in the details for those who pay attention
I’m going for the gold, not some honorable mention
(hook)
When I’m feeling the vibe I'm like that’s it
When the stars are aligned, I’m like that’s it 
With my feet on the ground, I’m gonna let it all out
I’m just thinking aloud, really that’s it

I’m just trying to turn my status into classic
I just wanna make cool stuff like it’s a habit 
Turtle-type speed and these rappers like rabbits
but remember who won that race? ok that’s it

That's It

mixed by @ibr 

chords: twitter.com/samsaraps/status/818863039768367104

we’ve been dating for a year and a half now
it’s time I spoke about the way that I feel
and yes, I think about the future we’ll have but
how can I be certain your love for me is real

girl, I’m ready to commit, to get closer
I’m dropping hints, I’ve got the question rehearsed
but there’s one little thing I’ve got to get over
there’s just one little favor you’ve got to do me first

And if you let me, baby,
you can start the countdown

All you’ve gotta do for me, my darling
is ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

it’s been weeks since when I first popped the question 
pulled the ring out and then spoke from the heart
you were sobbing and I don’t think that you heard me, 
don’t think that you realized my proposal had two parts

now we’re walking hand in hand to the altar
I’ve gotta tell you, you look perfect in that dress
and yes, I love you babe, in sickness and in health but
before I say “I do” to you, I’ve got one last request

n’ I’m so happy, babe,
to have you as my spouse now,

but first, before our vows you’ve gotta vow to me 
you’ll ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

so we did it, took the plunge into wedlock
you were waiting till’ the both of us got married
let’s get consummating, I could make your bed rock
but first, just pull your phone out, girl, before I pop your cherry

and if you let me baby, I could bring the house down
yes, I’ll take you to pound town    
but in the name of love, amor  
I’ve got a shameless plug before
I plug you
just ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

and don’t act like you’re blameless
like you’re beyond my reproach
how much fucking work does it take to make a single playlist
or throw me a repost

I still remember when I fell for you, your smile
resembled that of Aphrodite’s, I wished I could call you mine
forever, now we’re man and wife and we’ve made vows and walked the aisle 
I’d never thought that me and you would be here, soon to raise a child
together, I know this is special, we’ve put in nine months of time
and effort, so before your water breaks I’ve just got one last final question,
all I need’s your soundcloud information, you can type the letters,
babe, I know you’re close just hold your labor off till I press enter,

and you see that orange button?
there’s no need to be reluctant 
all you’ve gotta do is click the mouse down
it would mean so much to me, my baby
if you ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

one little favor

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

Atlas - isn't here

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. @xmittens
mixed by @ibr

lyrics: https://genius.com/Samsa-technocrat-lyrics

technocrat

Bonus track off of https://soundcloud.com/crystalcloudsjp 's EP
Bandcamp link: https://crystalclouds.bandcamp.com/album/things-to-remember
Featuring, elle :) https://soundcloud.com/elleandthegravediggers

LYRICS:
I got a little thing I wanna get off my chest
I’ve been thinking bout’ the possibilities to keep me fresh
And the wholesome little feelings I’ve been keeping so suppressed
Makes me wanna scream it out, I just wanna know what’s best
For me, and my beloved, that i haven’t even met
There’s a lot of things I wanna say, that’s hiding in my head
First of all I want a cliche, coffee, cocoa butter spread
And some tiny conversations that will make you think in bed
Make me take you out for lunch and other get togethers too
I just wanna be the gentleman who takes you back on curfew 
And you’ll be like a queen with scents of cocoa butter shampoo 
And your dad won’t have to worry bout’ your heart shaped colored tattoo
And listen, we can go to any place you want
My treat, we can even go to France, into a restaurant
Where we could eat croissants all day outside the storefront
Then sleep while watching movies, where our living room’s the rosemont
____________

Everyday I’m wasting time

Hoping that our stars align

When you’re lost, call anytime

You’re all that’s what’s on my mind 
____________

We can chill out in the basement of your fancy house
Where DDR and Scrabble are the only things we care about 
And we can solve a puzzle that displays the sun and moon too
Unless we lose a piece, then we can order one that’s brand new
While waiting for delivery, we got the mental caucus
Of checking out what’s going on inside the oval office
But instead we’ll just ignore it with the money that we profit
From monopoly, until we both go bankrupt from and we stop it 
Then if we both get hungry, well then theres no need to worry
I'll just the cook you up a dinner, we can eat it in a hurry 
Make it just the way you like it
Sweet and sour, hold the spices
Even if you say its bad, I'll still be happy that you tried it
And when the sun goes down, we'll travel up the tiny mountain
And no it's not to make out, it's the stars that we'll be countin'
Where we talk about our future, whether we'll be both accounting
For whatever comes our way and in the depths of our surroundings
____________

Everyday I’m wasting time

Hoping that our stars align

When you’re lost, call anytime

You’re all that’s what’s on my mind 
____________

on my mind feat. guia elle (prod. dustbunnybedroom)

Stream the song on spotify! <3
[ https://open.spotify.com/track/2KNM2nMH266bN0y7l7eJAB?si=V3g8OkOhQ0GPBdYOa8z-8w ]

credits/ty for the beat/follow @mtdrei

photo taken by me :p

idk if im suppose to actually write stuff here anymore but ay first track for me in 2018. free dl 

trying to find other stuff to rap about kinda hard lol but i had fun messing with this. 

ty for 200 can yall get me to 300 though? 👀
~stay healthy <3

3/13/18 edit: YO WTF GUYS THANKS FOR THE 10K ILYSM ILL TRY TO PUT MORE STUFF OUT <3

[lyrics]
Thought i had some wings, but I aint never fly right
I be running, stumblin for change
Go ahead giiirl do yo thang, i support dont need that brain
Tie my hair and then braid it up
Spending money like my bread is up
Buy a lotto ticket win them bucks
Dont need that luck, dont need that luck, you know yeah
You just wanna be with me like bullets to a soldier 
music got my soul up
Driving like i stole it
there in an instant 
Ramen noodle minutes 
Asking me “When you come and kick it?”
Well I feel so damn different
Im in this for more than a minute 
Im grooving and zooming
But minding my business
Inside a prius so you cant hear us
Thats okay we dont need to interact
I be everywhere concrete or crack
Workflow all day
Im grinding , grinding ask me where you find it, find it? X2
2018 care about yourself
Dont worry bout them cuttin ties
You do you and they'll watch you fly
They come back like a bunch of flies
They smell that you the shit
Call it manure maneuvers 
dont fuck with them old things, unless you a cougar 
Then come on and pounce 
Yo lo hago todo (ill do it all)
Living in the lodo (living in the mud)
This my fe (this is my faith)
My mente never let rest (my mind never let me rest)
And yes This is me in my doubt 
Imagine me when i b out
Liberated im my oown now
Actually idk ive been stuck for so daaamn long
What i gotta do to get thru this
gotta switch the flow
ooh yeah

wings [prod mt. drei]

This is a collection of undiscovered gems, songs that mean a lot to me, and hopefully now, to you. 

Tracklist: 
@marcindigo - Beach.wav 0:01 - 1:35
@aliumraps - Sit and Think 1:36 - 3:17
@kyaruok - Gallows 3:18 - 5:26
@crystalcloudsmusic - on my mind w/ Mr.Slick & elle  5:27 - 7:26
@saintkales - Friday 7:27 - 8:33
@kuzumellow - Love Habits 8:34 - 9:54
@dedflwrs - Help Myself 9:55 - 11:42
@llamawav - i loved you in two languages 11:43 - 12:52
@verqoh - stay15 12:53 - 14:27
@officialkilli - Miserable 14:28 - 15:34
@officialkilli - Freeze frame 15:35 - 17:09

s a d  &  h a p p y

Produced by: Ace Hashimoto & https://soundcloud.com/jippy_dude

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I’m fit for sellin' these, committing felonies
Oh shit I’m caught, all for naught, let me dwell in peace
Rather be free, makin tracks for the fuck of it
Yall like feces, hella wack imma flush it quick
Cords twisted round my feet, bored with this sound I breed
Tortoise on the streets but a Taurus under sheets
No thesaurus on the beat, I’m recordin' what I see
The Lorax in this story see the forest for the trees
Rolled outta bed, checked the modem for the password
Late-stage capitalism, now what that ass worth
Back page obituaries bitch I rarely mask hurt
Very very urgent like I’m burgeonin' my last words
My past blurs... future is lookin distant
Searchin' for my kind I’m an urchin and a misfit
Can’t sit still, I’m sick as Samsa feel
If I’m showin' up, sure enough the answers will, yeah

...

Autocratic got a hearta stone, been holdin' on, never hold it back
Own aesthetic I’m sorta etiquette lackin' lashin' out drone attack
Peace love positivity, ya positively ain’t done shit for me
Speak in specificity ‘specially when I straight spit to beats
You ain’t tryna be a part of history? Well that’s ok with me dog
I’m rather faded, glad you hatin' what you mad at me fo?
My placid cadence had to say this: what you got on milo?
Nada, yada yada yall be talking what you bout to be doe?
We don’t play around hoe we bring it funkadelic
Harvest it master it package it then we sell it
It sells itself if you let it, I’m selfish helpin' for credit
And tell myself that I’m selfless, I guess delusion embedded
Spend the summer in Sonoma county, yeah middle Cali
Dilly-dallyin’ when I’m in your town, I’m down to incite a rally
Sanders for pessimists, yeah the senate ain't reppin' us
Take a loan on your loan, well that’s just a load on the deficit see
We livin' up in the worst spot, but tryna make the best of it
Findin' lessons in the mess and then relay the messages
We livin' up in the worst spot, but tryna make the best of it
Findin' lessons in the mess and then relay the messages

The Lorax

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lutes. // X I X X

samsa

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