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)

myhaters

prod. by @yungameba
mixed by @tevinwmusic

I read about the ark, but wonder ‘bout where Noah kept the fish in

God must own a tempur-pedic, that’s why Christ has seldom risen

God was bored so Abraham beheld a vision he should kill his children then he almost killed him but then God was like I’m kidding

God sure asks a lot for someone who’s supreme and self-sufficient

I bet Christ’s apostles really were a group of twelve magicians

if God is good then why do kids have cancer cell division 
truthfully, I’m more pissed off about my plasma television
that I prayed for but I never got, 

if organized religion
really wants to solve conditions
they should stop peddling scripture, 
trade the bishops for physicians, melt the steeples into stethoscopes, swap sermons for some surgeons and instead should sell prescriptions

I wish Christ was still alive to turn my water into Zinfandel 

I’m confused why ISIS slaughters guiltless infidels

I wonder if when God is sent Fidel
he would toss him into hell or place the hard decisions 
in his closet on a shelf

the Fall of Adam sucks and all as God has taught us very well
if God’s almighty why could not he just have caught him as fell

If I could meet the Lord incarnate I’d award him with a ribbon
not as savior, but as heaven’s finest warden of a prison

If I were there when Gutenberg had beta-printed newly minted
bibles, I’d say wait a minute, you should shorten them a smidgen,
and for nonbelievers, make sure God’s coordinates were given

I wonder if you sin but pray it off, if all of it’s forgiven

I feel like God knew Eve would take it if he called the fruit forbidden
but just plays it off, like jesus, dude, admit it, you’re omniscient

If Allah were on twitter he would catch some major flack

I like to think if you retweeted, he would pat you on the back

I like to think he outlawed bacon due to saturated fat

I like to think he too’s confused about the SNAFU in Iraq,

I like to think that up in Eden there’s a patch of purple grass
where every innocent civilian gets a statue and a plaque 

 The Palestine-Israeli conflict’s like the longest game of tag,
and with the bombers, it’s the wrongest game of capturing the flag,

I wonder if the lord is cross that I do not believe in he
but more importantly, I wonder if the lord believes in me

twenty-two thoughts on god

@yungestbae <-- everybody check out the homie right this second!

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holding yr hand (prod. yung bae)

for the girl I just fell for.

I only met her yesterday. 
She said it was nice to meet me. 
And I would've said the same 
if the floor was still underneath me, 
but I left it with that greeting. 
Though fleeting, I would’ve fallen there
if I didn't notice that I responded 
with an awkward stare.
I said, “Hi.” 
But I wanted to say, 
“Your eyes are amazing,
a maze I want to get lost in until I die. 
Like I'm sure the angels join you when you cry, 
and I'm sure they rejoice again when you smile.” 
But I'll save that for another time.
She laughs. And I can't tell if it's at me, 
or 'cause I'm actually making her happy. 
Exactly thirty seconds have past me, 
and I'm already at the flower shop,
thinkin’ if I should take these roses out or not. 
Like I've been thinkin’ way too hard about this.
I don't even need to write a song about this.
I don't wanna always have you on my mind 
but I know deep down inside

I'd walk five hundred miles 
to fall down at your doorstep.
Can't explain the feeling that you give me.
But all I know is I just want some more.

Saw her for the second time. 
She said she hopes that she sees me soon.
And I don't know what that means to you. 
But it seems to me that we've 
got something up both our sleeves 
and I think I catch a glimpse of it 
every time that you leave. 
Both of the times that you left, 
I wanted you to come back. 
And I just hope you feel the same. 
I don't mean to have you all inside my brain. 
But you've really got me chained. 
I even saw you in my dream. 
Tell me have I gone insane 
or am I just in lucky situations? 
Seein’ a girl like you 
two times two days in a row.
If you're ready to ride, 
then I'm rarin’ to go.
But let's take it slow. 
'Cause I've been thinkin’ way too hard about you.
I don't even need to write a song about you.
I don't wanna always have you on my mind 
but I know deep down inside

500 miles [prod. by mr. master]

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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

Off The Jump Presents a new single by @iamsamsa

Produced by: 
@basicjo

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover Art by:
@iamsamsa

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samsa - solo

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. @xmittens
mixed by @ibr

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

technocrat

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produced by the talented @juniordbeats, go check em out!
mixing and art by me

Lyrics:
[annotations at https://genius.com/Zamir-bunker-buddies-lyrics]
it's kinda hard to stay calm with all this talk of A-bombs
i can’t really ignore it what with Donald taunting K. Jong
and since nuclear war is now basically quite imminent 
i’m wondering if you’ll join me in this basement that i’m living in
it’s got accommodations, it’s amazing as a bunker
we can hunker down and face an Operation Rolling Thunder
i’m stacked on games in case we wanna play and never slumber
and got snacks for days so we don’t waste away from our hunger 
this is an exclusive invitation
only for the few I’d like to stay with if our days are ever numbered
as a human race, i mean our population was encumbering
this earth in any case, so in a way, this really may not be a bummer
a nuclear apocalypse,
when it’s over we can hunt for oxidants and fuel to take a rocket ship
to space, from the waste of a once beautiful metropolis
just stocking it with things that are useful like... umm... chocolates?

(or maybe oxygen would be smarter... ehh... actually i'll stick to chocolates)

and honestly, i’m not exactly sure what has me more scared
it’s kinda strange but i fear climate change as much as warfare
with oceans rising all the coasts will find themselves submerged 
and i don’t think the current government has shown enough concern
we’ve got researchers waving publications in dismay
as our leaders keep taking our nation to its grave
so when it comes time to find a place in which to stay
like I mentioned earlier, my bunker basement’s pretty safe
in a worst case scenario, an earthquake might bury you
but otherwise i’ve kept track of every single variable
if temperatures get crazy my AC will keep us very cool
if oceans rise we’re waterproofed, and i’ve got a tube 
that runs up out the room a couple hundred feet into the air
my neighbors think that i’m a kook, but there’s no being too prepared
so whether it gets hot out or we face nuclear fallout
if you hear this, for you i’ve got a few feet of room to spare

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bunker buddies (prod. by jrd.)

lyrics:
https://genius.com/Thiago-courage-power-wisdom-lyrics

prod by @user-530621763
mix by Thiago
written by Thiago

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