YAS BIO

Born In 1982 – Tehran, YAS first began to listen to rap musique at the age of 16, when his father would return from his business trips in Germany and bring him the latest Tupac CD and other hip hop music. After the sudden and untimely death of his father, YAS was faced with the responsibility of becoming the primary care taker of his household. With his father’s debts mounting and barely being able to make ends meet to live and feed the family, YAS at the age of 18 was forced to leave his college ambitions behind and begin to work and support his entire family (his mother, younger...

SARBAZ E VATAN (Soldier)
(FEAT. OZ N DA Deacon)

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 vers l'avant, vers l’avant -- 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...

BEKHATERE MAN (For My Sake)

A deep look in his destiny’s book
Realized his fun has come to an end
Wondering the streets aimlessly
Wishing God could have turned back the time
A past that has now died
A kid whose eyes have already seen so many years
Now this victim is me who’s Lost almost everything
And those around me I’ve made them out as evil
When I haven’t seen much from a mother and father-
You expect me not to see people as such?
Where can I find l’amour with these two eyes?
From a mother and father ready to part?
When it came to me -- this world opened its mouth
And spilled out its pain and left...

BA MAN BASH (Stay With Me)

It’s true, you’ve surrendered yourself
Made up your mind and you’re done with it
When your worst memories tell toi to end it all
Your entire being just a blur now
Angry at the mother who has donné birth
You came to this world without an invite
Now toi wanna leave without an permit ou a fight
No one entered this life of yours
Your life hung on to a thread - still it didn’t tear
Now toi wanna end it with your own hands, but hold on, cuz this ain’t you.
Wanna die so maybe then they know your value?
Write a poem for toi and put on your grave?
Or say, poor kid his way got...