conch - samsa

Samsa Early

sometimes - samsa (prod. Proleter)

Samsa really Early

Plane - Samsa

I do not own this song it belongs to samsa, Shere Khan, iamfaceless and any other aliases they may go under.

This comes from a live performance:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B2UllMf-gWw

samsa - The Quiet Ones

late night after the show. (prod. am) (outro)

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

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

The Mixtape is finally here! You can download the tape for free at www.tevinwilliams.com/#!music/c1x9v
You can also check out the Right Now Music Video at www.tevinwilliams.com/#!videos/c9qb

Something To Prove Feat. Samsa Prod. Rilo15

the struggles of an introvert :T

prod. by @mt_fujitive
mixed by @sensugang
mastered by @3astman
art by @rosarrie

lyrics: [https://genius.com/Zamir-introvertigo-lyrics]
like a crossword,
i often try to find the perfect letters
just to merge together
into words i utter
but i'm awkward
not a talker
no i tend to mutter
stutter when i speak
i get these flutters and feel weak
like i'm performing at a concert
when i converse,
every syllable a struggle
every sentence i attempt it
leaves me feeling so disgruntled
like just leave me in my bubble,
why attempt to socialize
when i can close my eyes
and never deal with any trouble
not a poltergeist, nah
but i tend to ghost my friends
messages left on read
and plans left open-ended
like a batter who keeps missing
yeah my mood will swing a lot
i’m full of energy one second
but the next it’s like my batteries are missing
ecstasy to languor in an instant
so don’t bother tryina message me
i‘ll anxiously dismiss it
yeah don’t try to blow my phone up
i saw your notifs show up
i’m not ignoring you i
only want a little distance
i won’t be far
my introvertigo has got me drained
i need to recharge
if social energy was like a game
i’d need a green bar
and before each conversation i would save
so in case i feel ashamed
i’d be less lame the second play-through when i restart
pick the perfect dialogue at checkpoints
but i prefer my time alone in solitude with less noise
and honestly the best choice
is staying locked inside
as i daydream of an exit route that’s paved with dotted lines...
yeah, that’s paved with dotted lines
and hopefully one day i can escape and go outside
but for now i’ll just remain within safety of my mind... yeah
like a crossword,
i often try to find the perfect letters
just to merge together
into words i utter
but i'm awkward
not a talker
no i tend to mutter
stutter when i speak
i get these flutters and feel weak
like i'm performing at a concert
when i... converse

introvertigo (prod. by mt. fujitive)

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

conch - samsa

kimmy