conch - samsa

Samsa Early

sometimes - samsa (prod. Proleter)

I call the shots, I run the bulls, I’m Michael Jordan
Hit it with a little bit of push and a little bit of pull when the goddamn mic recordin’ 
I bring the Heat, I rep the East, I’m like the Celts
I don’t even know what to do  with the gold that I get
Bitch, I’m Michael Phelps

I’m like Lebron, I get the gold, I’m Shere Khan, Y’all carry bronze
I’m Randy Moss, I’m Mary Kom, my game on roids, I’m Barry Bonds

I got a cancerous horde of fans like I’m Lance on the Tour de France,
with a quarter gram of performance enhancers trans/planted in my veins
with 808’s and bourbon whiskey, 
rappers that battle with me fadeaway like Dirk Nowitzki,

but listen, a couple of years and Khan’ll be rappin’ in college arenas
over the net where I’m  serving you bitches, all of you haters can call me Serena
Call me Sabrina, the way that I’m rappin’ and bringing the Magic I’m Tracy McGrady
Y’all motherfuckers stay warming the bench, and the Khan get way more play like he’s Brady
 

 


Sports

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

smoke on the pen then i roll me a loose leaf

high enough

produced by @razor-boomarang
mixed by @TevinWmusic

rap like I'm on the dean's list honor roll,
when I spin schemes like a seamstress, on a roll,
seedless, on a roll, y'all plead fifths like you speechless,
my speech sick like I got a cold, double rainbow flow,
got a pot of gold, yo, I'm a level 99, y'all do not evolve,
pokemon flows, I done found em', I caught em' all,
y'all can't spit like your mouth's full of cotton balls
the rap game, you are not involved,
every sorta thing I'm good at is a problem you gotta solve,

enthusiasm you should curb it, talk less
I be breathing fire like a serpent, loch ness
evangelic like a church is, god bless
y'all ain't even gotta hear the sermon, just nod yes
or applaud, yes, jean-claude van damme
when I kick a verse up on soundcloud, bandcamp,
when I kick a verse like it's Tae Kwon Do with
the mic on low, you're a micron, I'm an icon 
whether iPod or a Nikon,
"oh my god, yo, there ain't nobody like Khan"
"that's all I hear when I'm outside"
when I kick it high gear with the sound bytes

Khan goin' mad like I'm King Lear
really though, goin' mad, I don't think clear,
nowadays, I spend all my time on the couch
watching old episodes of The View while I drink beer

I used to go to bars 
but I'd just make it weird
walk into the club with a cape and a fake beard
and maybe buy an appletini with the peach fizz
panic on the dance floor, stand there speechless

Peach Fizz

If I meet you at the bonfire...

Lyrics - https://genius.com/Chris-wright-bonfire-lyrics  (go fill this shit in)

Go follow @iamsamsa to hear some amazing music

Produced by @seshcurry

Mix by @ibr (hit him up for pricing)

Shout out to the fam @offthejump, we're doing weekly releases over there so go check it out

Spotify

Bonfire ft. samsa || prod. by s e s h

Thank you all so much for the overwhelming amount of support, got a fun little track dropping for yall this Friday :)

additional vocals by me

feat. https://soundcloud.com/iamsamsa
prod. by https://soundcloud.com/saysooo
art by the lovely @passive155 (on twitter)
mixed by me

Lyrics:

And if every thing we thought correct
Had just got up and left
I wouldn't hesitate to take another step
In your direction
Recollectin memories we share the best ones
And I'd restart at step one for your affection
I'd get to relearn what makes you laugh and smile
And get mad scrunchin your nose and your brows
I don't know how it happened
It's like some men in black shit 
A click then a flash and now we don't know where our past went
Or what our past was
The half kiss and half touch
Some would call it bad luck 
And i ain't even mad because
I get to experience you all for the first time again
And take you on dates so we can talk about the lifes we live
And i can't wait for that first kiss 
I want it to be perfect
Even thinking bout it's making me nervous 
This is all just so surreal
I can't even begin to wait to get to know how you feel

If. .we. .would. .re. .set
I wouldn't mind
I wouldn't mind, i wouldn't mind no
×4

okay, freeze frame argument
we’re sitting on a park bench
our past is running circles through me,
I’m stuck on your arc length,
every evening we spent cheerful hangs
suspended in air
we both agreed that we ain’t working
though, we ended it there
and every sip of morning coffee you made
after i slept over or the way you slipped your 
sweater off your shoulder just to trace me through 
your supernova tattoo on your collarbones
comes floating back in monochrome, 
sheathed in a protective cover 
i’d give anything  to relive me and you in technicolor,
reincarnate months back to the party where I met you
where we dipped and watched the starlit sky then woke up in your bedroom
it’s not a second chance, you see, I want a second play-through
some way where if I fuck up I’d rewind to an escape route
and evade making the wrong choice
program every date with a respawn point
and meander through the multiverse, i’d go whatever distance
till I happen on a parallel dimension that’s not this one

If. .we. .would. .re. .set
I wouldn't mind
I wouldn't mind, i wouldn't mind no
×4

Reset, feat. samsa // sayso !

prod. @abembeats
mix. @ibr

Lyrics:
Andromeda galaxy's outside the window, and I've been adrift by the crystals that wink out in harmony/ 
signals deflect through the pinholes that alternate blinks with their colorless glow/
I slip through the folds in a ship that escaped its bottle, I got the whole hull, painted all gold/
cold in the cosmos, brain unfurls into a 1970's space-age novel/

now the Pinwheel galaxy is outside the window, the windshield cracks accentuate the starlight/
off-white spheres of ice are circled in the mist, the shadows of the solar system huddled 'round the bonfire/
but I'm drifting past in a bucket of bolts that's stuck in a solar wind gust of comet tail dust/
in abundance rushing towards the crust of everything that ever was and ever will be, I'm just hoping that my feet don't fail me/

a universe in a tea cup, need to be beamed up, need a key to release, the secrets sealed up/
need a seat to see the freedom, I seek, I sleep seasons, seems infeasible/
it's a voyage, I need to repair the pipes that burst in imagination systems, that flooded up with a vengeance/
and caused a slipstream that swallowed me whole from out the Tadpole galaxy and turned my ship into a tiny crumpled ball of wreckage/

like fuck, there's nothing outside of the window, except for a star-gate sequence on loop/
and I float out there, listless, spiraling inside dimensions that had all their ceilings removed/
in an arcade game long forgot in the backroom, I can't breathe and I'm doomed, deep in this vacuum/
it's almost tranquil, zoned out in my helmet, this vanishing act was.. past-due/

Voyager

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

samsa - i know how it ends (reupload)

Samsa - Conch 

This was on his vlog channel 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M08TmhTTQfI&ab_channel=samsavlogs

Conch - Samsa

Lodewijk