​Burfi by Samsa (Ft. Teeawgo)
​Burfi by Samsa (Ft. Teeawgo)

​Burfi

Samsa & Teeawgo

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​Burfi by Samsa (Ft. Teeawgo)

Release Date
Tue Feb 21 2017
Performed by
SamsaTeeawgo
Produced by
Writed by
Samsa
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In “Burfi”, Samsa and Teeawgo trade bars riddled with political and pop culture references, emphasizing their theme of racism against desis in the U.S. “Burfi” is notably chorus-free, causing listeners to focus on its trio of verses where injustices are highlighted.

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​Burfi Lyrics

[Intro: Samsa]
Yo

[Verse 1: Samsa, Thiago, Samsa & Thiago]
L-I-double-R bayside trainline
Grew up on butter chicken, and 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?
Look at me, I'm harmless, I’m wearin' a tank top
What could I be armed with? You can have the aisle seat
You can have the armrests, you can have the barf bag
This is not a bomb test (This is not a bomb test)
Soccer moms nervous, when I'm sittin' on a flight
So brown, that I’m 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 overnight
On a curfew, mom wanted me to go to Berkeley
Dad wanted me to get into Islamic clergy
Chachu said he’d work me in his diner, making burfi
“Bilkul jasi ghar ke”, I was playing Kirby (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Nightmare, Dreamland, I was watching He-Man
East side Queens, never talk to the policeman, please, man (Aah, aah!)

[Verse 2: Thiago]
Yo, yo, yo, Barry said that we can
Tried to get it all done within a weekend
See the same dumb sh- up on C-SPAN
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
Body-cams on police, yeah, one day
White punk shootin' schools, they don't update the rules
'Cause Americans in love with they gunplay
Pow! Someday, Sunday
Go to church, amen, God is the one way
Anybody not on board, awe 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, sellin' drugs, right?
Stealin' 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 tryna get his errands done, nice

[Verse 3: Samsa]
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 sayin', “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? What you 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 fascists, a cabinet of flammable gases
Burnin' our flag with alternative facts
Now we turnin' 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, 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

​Burfi Q&A

Who wrote ​Burfi's ?

​Burfi was written by Samsa.

Who produced ​Burfi's ?

​Burfi was produced by .

When did Samsa release ​Burfi?

Samsa released ​Burfi on Tue Feb 21 2017.

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