04. Stand Up
Taku Alfa Feat. C Flow Jay Morrisen & ZIE GANG
Journey Through Music EP
EVARICH RECORDS 
2021

04. Stand Up (Feat. C Flow Jay Morrisen & ZIE GANG).mp3

Listen to 'Better Me' by Feddi, a captivating rap track that reflects on personal growth, determination, and overcoming obstacles. Feddi's introspective lyrics take you on a journey through his struggles, victories, and the unwavering pursuit of becoming a better version of himself. With heartfelt verses and a compelling delivery, Feddi shares his experiences with authenticity and resilience. The empowering message of self-improvement and staying true to one's path resonates deeply, while the hard-hitting beats and immersive production elevate the track's impact. Immerse yourself in Feddi's story of transformation and witness the strength that comes from dedication and hard work. Stream 'Better Me' now and embark on a journey of personal growth and empowerment. Contact: thisisfeddi@gmail.com | cairostreetrecords@gmail.com | https://linktr.ee/feddicairost

Single: Feddi - Better Me

Better Me

Feddi - Better Me

Insison & Tony Markham - Power of Two

Thought this one was a vibe
 I been away from social media besides music sites and discord guess I'm becoming withdrawn to some degree. Im working on it I promise

DamageHasBeenDone(Prod.Hypnotize)

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Sloth Weekend

Sloth Weekend (Instrumental)

Kinda like a rap/r&b track I cooked for yall

still here - T-Von(prod. Harry Beats)

Kurst

I got  featured on this track “ I believe one or some day this song’s will make a big wave on earth

Good days

187 (WattZy) (Lil Jase) (Ptp Tega)

BUS DOWN

BAD THINGS (Lyrics)

(Hook)
Money,money comes money,money Goes
My Raplyf is beyond Compare..
I'm Unique I'm chasing Success..
I'M A Bad Kid I do bad Things I'm Bad
Man I'm bad(X2)
(Verse)
I'm a Bad kid on my own 
Do my my own thing on my own
It's like I'm Locked up in a Dome
Money coming at ya like a bomb
Leading the Exodus I'm Moses
Going downtown with my Hommie
Running Away from the Police 
300soldiers I'm Sparta!!
Lil Wayne's Ulbum Carta!!
Always causing the Trouble
Hit the BullsEye double
Rolling around like a Marble
Camping on the Wasted
My mind Nigga's on The Wasted
Catch!! Catch!!Catch!!

My Hommie's Told me I'm Tripping 
Catching some girls like I'm Fishing
They Told me my boys are Missing
I remember my girl went like M.I.A
All the Cameras going wild on Mary Jane
Coz This is Hip-Hop it's not a Game 
I'm like nonstop man when I'm feeling Pain
Right now I'm on the mic and I'm wearing Chain
When they see me passing by the don't ask a Name 
Dissing Whore's,Dissing Whore's like Gigi Lamayne
Playing chess I gotta move a King
I don't remember getting Married but I'm wearing Ring
They don't wanna Rehearse but they wanna sing
Getting some Money like Uptight
This ain't no Job it's a Part Time
This ain't your Turn it's my Time
And everybody knows Music is not a Crime
Your Words are Loud but They Never Rhyme 
Escaped behind bars coz I'm Undefeatable 
They didn't even notice coz I'm Unexpectable
No pain No Game Unaffectable
This aint no Movie there's No Happy Ending 
Facebook,Instagram, Twitter Trending
When I get a Lot of money I'm Spending
My lines are like Airplane they Landing

(Humming)
They landinggggg yeahhhhh eeh

(Hook)X2

Bad Things[EP]

Bad Things

Bad Things.

Feddi, born Demetrius Robbins, has a story to tell. It’s punctuated by pain, bound by betrayal, and has as much family drama as a Shakespearean play. But the setting isn’t some far-flung European city ruled by kings and nobility. Feddi is from Zone 1, Westside, Atlanta. An infamous neighborhood where life is a gamble, and even if you play your cards right, you can still lose it all. This is the hood that raised him, nurtured his love of music, and where he made his name in the streets. Feddi’s life story is worthy of a feature film–but his music has a documentary quality. And his story doesn’t just represent him. It also describes the voiceless people that grew up in neighborhoods like Zone 1 all over the world.
Tragedy struck Feddi’s family when he was just in second grade. In a story so gruesome that it was depicted on the TV show ATL Homicides, Feddi’s father was kidnapped, tortured, and ultimately murdered by his own cousins. “I stayed outta school for two years,” he recalls. “Like a whole two years, I didn’t go to school. APD sitting outside my house. Cause ain’t nobody locked up. Don’t nobody know what’s going on.”
Feddi’s dad, known affectionately as Deke the Freak from Cairo Street, was a well-known and respected figure in the neighborhood. So even though he was tragically killed, that respect and love extended to his son after his passing. “I had to live up to the name. But just being his son, it had me being taken care of. That led to me not ever having to worry about where I’m sleeping at. Where I’m gonna eat at. It wasn’t not one house in the neighborhood I couldn’t walk into. If I’m hungry, man, I’m finna to eat. It might be a different house every night,” he recalls.
Even having experienced something so heinous as a kid, Feddi never sought traditional therapy. Instead, he used music as an outlet to release his pain. “I cry the most when I’m making my songs. I might think of a line or something, and my voice might get to shaking while I’m trying to record. Cause I’m talking to myself as I’m going,” says the Atlanta native. “This is my outlet. I’m gonna probably do this for the rest of my life. Even if I’m not putting that out. Just so I can hear myself talk to myself.”
His earliest experience with music was born out of the ingenuity that comes from having to make do with whatever you have. “My friend down the street had a little radio boom box that you was able to press a button to record what you were saying,” remembers Feddi.” We had some instrumentals on the old, old, Xbox. Like the first Xbox ever made.We turned the TV up loud, played the instrumentals off the TV, and put the radio close to the TV so it could pick up the beat and pick up our voice.”
This was one of the first songs he ever made, and even though it wasn’t recorded in a professional studio, it was Feddi’s first clue that he had natural talent. He gained comfort performing in front of larger audiences at school talent shows. He was also surrounded by music in his own home, his mother was an accomplished singer, and his sister tried her hand at rap at a young age, too.
What further solidified the possibility of actually making his musical dreams come true was seeing someone else from his hood behind to make it big a few years later–1017 Records/ Famerica signee Ralo. “I knew it was real when I seen my brother Ralo actually get himself known to be a rapper,” says Feddi. “Me and him grew up together. That’s my brother. Both of us Muslim. And we from the same spot.”
That inspiration didn’t immediately lead to his own success, though. While more and more people began to recognize Feddi as an up-and-coming talent from Atlanta, he ran into
obstacles that kept his music from reaching a larger audience. “I’ve been lied to a million times. Supposed to have been signed a million times. And I turned down a couple offers too.”
Now he’s decided to take his future into his own hands. Along with his family, he started Cairo Street Records, a nod to the hood that raised him. “I’m doing all this shit with all these other folk. Helping them build their thing up. I’m like, let me go back to my own hood and start my own shit. I think I done learned enough and been through enough to know what to do now.”
And through it all, he’s still here. Still rapping. Still hustling. Still putting his pain into his music. Still speaking for those who can’t speak for themselves