BRIGHTER DAYS

@junyii

LYRICS:
killin' beats but i break away as innocent
i run the club, and none you cats gettin' membership
got a holy grail full of lean when i grip and sip
and i'm finna mix that shit quick with a mister pib
i've been in the crib grindin' like a coffee bean
C.R.E.A.M. bumping loud in the whip while i'm off the green
bars so hard got 'em saying that i'm awfully mean
just a cocky fiend, 'cept i got versace sheets
always been more awkward teen, less philosophy
got me skating by on thin ice like a hockey team
please don't talk to me unless you got a lot of cheese
i'm so sharp, run the field like a soccer cleat
game under lock and key, 'cept i got them cheat codes
faded, sitting and taking shots until i reload
y'all want beef, i turn the scene into a bistro
ballin' so hard you think i'm curry, but i'm me, tho...

muerte

CURRY (prod. junyii)

I woke up from a nightmare feeling all kinds of depressed. I looped a beat by engelwood and came up with this and a couple other things I did out of trying to escape the thoughts. Im getting there guys. Thank for listening and showing love.

Engelwood if you find this and hate me for using the beat or looping it I am sorry.

I had to get some things off my chest.

Other songs included in these releases are wake up , still ( a remix of a g eazy song ) , and " doing well "

Just some demos I did today.

Unedited and uncut.

Just some emotions.

Thanks guys

FATHERFATHER (prod. engelwood & slim tone) [demo]

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

I awoke from a dream that haunted me throughout the day. I decided to write down something to get my mind off it.

Production for the debut project has officially begun.

Excited to show you what it was.

This song is for the soul.

I feel your pain.

There is light at the end of the tunnel.

Love to Zenji , Sam Wise , & Slim Tone on the beat.

Just had to get something off my chest.

I will see you soon. 

2017.

It begins.

,


Burney.

Torn To Pieces (Burney's Soul)

merry christmas, everyone <3
thank you for an incredible year

shout out to everyone who worked on this:
@yungestbae (thanks for the godly beat <3)
@iamsamsa (if you need track art, hit him up)
@atwoodotj
@ibr
@chriswright53
@toccimc
@hheadhaunter
@boof-radley
@offthejump

merry Bhristmas

no one ever said (feat. samsa & the otj crew) (prod. yung bae)

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: 
https://soundcloud.com/lostronin

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover Art by:
@passive155

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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

@atlas
@miraa on the beat
@joncraps on the mixing and editing

why do i sound like a dude that just needs a hug
why am i so unscrewed why does dude need a lug
i guess that's what happens when you're betrayed by people you love
emotions under the rug
gettin' good at that, gettin' way too good at that 
i just bottle shit up 
like my favorite cognac, yo fuck that
hold me back, mic me up
yo let me flow this wack ass shit i wrote 
and recently, my mental is so iraq
i've trippin' for several seasons
tip-toein' and avoidin' all these lego pieces
metaphorically, of course, but Atlas
tell me where i belong in this almanac
like, my girlfriend fuckin' hates me, my dad doesn't talk to me yo
i've been gettin' lost in like all of the sauce in the bowl but
yo i don't know whats up with that

shits bad but it'll only feel worse 
when your stuck inside focusin' on nothin' but your curses
gotta find a way to break the negativity 
cuz life is fuckin' tough but your tougher you gotta just believe it
shits bad and it'll never hurt less
if you're layin here obsessin over everything your stressin' about 
gotta find a method to break the cycle
gotta find a method to break the cycle, before it eats you alive

why do i plug a message in every song that only you could possibly understand 
and the worst part is you don't listen to them
and i know you already moved on and that's what's killin' me 
actually, it's how you did it so seemlessly yo
you know i dont even feel like an artist anymore
it's like at best im a fuckin' comformist with just my thoughts on record
i think this life is just a type-o
i've been feelin' mad psycho yo you gotta break that cycle phe 
but honestly dawg, i don't think it's even up to me
and if it was, i don't know what i would change
it's just, it fucks with me yo 
and i really wanted to end on a positive note but
but it's gettin hard like when i'm constantly hit with these monsterous blows
it's so monotonous and slow and, shitty
and i truly don't know what's up with that

shits bad but it'll only feel worse 
when your stuck inside focusin' on nothin' but your curses
gotta find a way to break the negativity 
cuz life is fuckin' tough but your tougher you gotta just believe it
shits bad and it'll never hurt less
if you're layin here obsessin over everything your stressin' about 
gotta find a method to break the cycle
gotta find a method to break the cycle, before it eats you alive

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