Trust yourself to my words
Give it a second
Leave your worries and feel my emotion
Move yourself now to the beat of OZ
Free yourself, let yourself feel the music
Pain, paper, pen, goal -- all have their mind set
Their aim, pushing forward -- Persian rap
You and me, we gotta stay till the end of this show
You're standing with YAS on this, I know
I am keeping my word on everything I've said
Our enemies will never bring us down
Last night's dreamers are now wide awake
Doors were locked, but I still jumped the wall
Chorus:
See my hands, they tell a tale, it keeps on writing
With my pen, like a razor it keeps on going
Writing about all those old pent up feelings
But towards progress, it'll still keep on dragging
Can you hear me? YAS is writing, saying Heyyyy
Selfish like a razor, this is ...
Keeps on writing, those old pent up feelings Heyyyy
Towards progress, keeps on dragging
Bless those who stood by me -- count 'em
Curse those who were an enemy to me -- count 'em
I see rap as the key to my growth
This path that I had to grab in my first -- by force
I'm still living in shock of my past
But I still look up and thank God
I still write my words with honesty because
... hang on, I think we lost our sound?
"Hey OZ ... WT**???" ("I got you bro!")
Never mind, you and me, we don't need a beat
Listen, as long as you're standing by me and my words
The beat will run to catch up to me and my voice
We're the children of the underground
We will keep on shouting
You will hear our words
Even if we're a lone-star
With a better style
I've boarded all the gates (pains)
I've even torn down the roof
To take my place on the top
To sit -- next to you
To capture -- a star
I will -- continue
This (my) voice -- for you
That dances -- with you
The pen -- limps till sunlight
Yes, this was our lesson
So this moment. Stand up
Don't look for war to get your kicks and thrills
The one that won never counted on chance
In a good year, like the one we have
All hands in the air, in honor of our land
See my hands, they tell a tale, it keeps on writing
With my pen, like a razor it keeps on going
Writing about all those old pent up feelings
But towards progress, it'll still keep on dragging
Can you hear me? YAS is writing, saying Heyyyy
Selfish like a razor, this is ...
Keeps on writing, those old pent up feelings Heyyyy
Towards progress, keeps on dragging
My encouragement
My development
You're my guardian
(Your support) How lucky, for me
We're hungry for talk
We'll do anything for rap
With words more expensive than barrels of oil
Give me a "T"
Till the end of sanctions and an end to the chase
Give me a "B"
Battle to overcome our worst nightmares
Give me an "M"
Minds are high and drunk - brain dead
"R" n "R" -- it continues
Pen in hands, our vows to the generation
Whose days vanished (burnt)
We care for each other, we're all the same
It's your pride
The colors in your flag - your land
That's red, white and green
And I am too, from the bottom of my heart
Till the my voice reaches the rest of the world
YAS will continue through this pain
It's no concern who runs IRAN
Limited surroundings is what makes a star
See my hands, they tell a tale, it keeps on writing
With my pen, like a razor it keeps on going
Writing about all those old pent up feelings
But towards progress, it'll still keep on dragging
Can you hear me? YAS is writing, saying Heyyyy
Selfish like a razor, this is ...
Keeps on writing, those old pent up feelings Heyyyy
Towards progress, keeps on dragging