A tribute to the Typhoon Haiyan victims.

This song expresses the devastation that caused tragedy in the Visayas region of The Philippines. You can picture the emotion and feelings they were going through at the time and our situation from being away, trying to do everything we can to help.

It seems that people don't understand the pain it has inflicted.

Just because it died down on the news, people still need help.

Check the video out on YouTube. God Bless The Philippines.

Typhoon Haiyan Tribute feat. Jessica Olivar

Beat produced by Dudelstudio
https://soundcloud.com/dustin-assmuteit

Music video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ePSqYIPjtFM
This is an  English rendition parody to "Traum", by German rapper Cro.

Hope you enjoy, thanks!

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Yeah, baby come and take my hand
It's gettin' kinda packed
So let's get away from here
See the jet tank's full
We just push to go
Tell me when the coast is clear
I can tell by your eyes
And your pretty smile
Girls like you are so hard to find
And every time you walk by
My heart is going "tick tick boom" like a dynamite!

Uh huh, so many girls in here wanna be like you
Uh uh, but I know that babe they ain't quite like you
Ayo, I hope that you can see that I'm in love
And I don't know if you exist...

[Chorus]
But sometimes I just dream of you
What do I have to do
To make you mine
I can't believe that summer's here
And won't it be cool
If you were mine

Excuse me do you mind if I get you near
I'm a bit afraid that I can't make you hear
If she's somewhere here and maybe thinks about me too
Hey baby please tell me if you exist...

[Verse 2]
Yeah I been around the world
Lookin for a pretty girl 
But baby, I can't find you
Yeah there's so many girls
Pretending to be you
But I'm not a stupid dude
But I can't lose hope
I know that you're close
Maybe you're in Germany
I don't mind I could take a flight
Show you what its like with a filipino kid like me

Uh huh, and baby I made this whole song for you
Uh huh, I'm running outta time what am I to do
Uh huh, I hope that you can see that I'm in love
And I don't know if you exist...

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I don't really wanna tell you but I need to say I'm gettin tired of waitin baby
I'm all on my own
I don't wanna be alone and my tummy is gettin fat do I need a mask to hide my face just like CRO
Cos' I don't want them to know I'm gettin' stressed but this life is a test and some rules you just have to follow
...But forget everything I just said
Just tell me if you down with the panda !
 
[Chorus]

Lyrics written by Kid Cras

Features backing vocals from Tino Attila & Angelie Dahab


Cro - Dream (Traum) x English Version Cover

Just felt like spittin' my heart out, going through some sh*t right now... please excuse me, I turn to music as my escape. Just a draft, nothing perfectly made or special. 

Lyrics:
Sometimes I ask myself, where do I fit in with this rap shit
Living in the UK, without the british accent
I'm not from the estates so, where do I get established
Oh look another Asian tryna fake being black
F*ck is up with that, nah bump that
I'm tryna pave my own way in fact dawg
Make my own name in rap
Hope I make it happen, hope it ain't, all a regret
Been in the lab cooking tracks til I cause an effect
My whole life's been, hell of a story to tell
Until now I ain't livin' it well, trapped, in this hell
Temptations on my mind been, meaning to pray
Feel like, NO one out there can relate
Been tryna find a damn ticket out, lookin' for a different route
I cant even find a job I'm doing up my business now
Feel like it's all I have, I put it on for my team
I'm bout my C.R.E.A.M., one day, call me a Filipino king

Cos, I been givin' hand outs for way too long
That mean, been doin' free shit for way too long
Been on this JSA man for way too long
Been rockin' the same clothes for way too long
And Mom's been coughing for way too long
Waiting for the day happiness gon' come
Still prayin' for the day that I meet my son
...I pray I meet my son

I put my life to the test see how far I could get
If I ain't chasin' for a deal I'd be f*ckin' upset
Grinding, for some likes on my youtube page...
Maybe she would change her mind if I had Youtube fame
Hard to make money off music but I still kept rapping
Made a hundred grand, tell me where it vanish
Never giving up, turn my words into action
Still, chasing the dream what you know about passion
Know about pain, I'm barking for better days
Not a dog but I've been astray, tryna find heavens gates
If I could just focus on rap,
get the devil off my back
I'll put my mind on that
But seems he got a hold of me, damn it man let go of me
I can feel him choking me with someone else's rosary
Like I ain't even supposed to breathe.......

Shit I been fighting demons for way too long
Almost took my life when I made this song
I been, putting on weight for way too long
Haven't felt alive for, way too long
I been, living broke for way too long
Working on these projects for way too long
You can't knock my hustle dawg it's way too strong
Said it's way too strong

Money comes, money goes, I pray I find my soul....

Cozz - Can't Knock The Hustle (Cover)

One Life To Live... #apesoxadream

Click here to watch the music video: https://youtu.be/fFUcsWpX4Fs

LIFE. LIVE. - Jack Curbi × Jxhnny Kid Cras × Jphee

Music Video: http://bit.ly/thejobdone

Featuring Denial The Ricecracker, Yellow Kid, Ruby Ibarra, Kid Cras
Produced by LENN
Additional DJ scratches by Flava Matikz
Mastered by Flava Matikz & Kid Cras

Lyrics:

Denial RC:
Remember I had your necks hurtin' cause my track was fuckin' dope
Bang your heads labels, I didn’t sign with you bitches
Don’t feel like networking, I just wanna be alone
It makes me wonder “how will I make it in this business?”
They wanna know, do I ever miss home? 
Rap was my main one, funk was my mistress
Left that on the other side of the globe
And now I scream "Mo"
Am I paranoid? Ain't nobody feelin' me?
In the Philippines killin' beats, screaming fuck the industry
I like the oldschool like vinyls and polaroids
Here they wanna reduce me to a “foreignoy”
To make shit pop with this hip hop do I really gotta Fliptop?
I'm all about music baby so I guess not
I'll do it my way, elevate like the crime rate
And I hate rappers, I don’t battle, I annihilate

Yellow Kid:
Fuck the world, asaan ang pagmamahal?
Purkit lakad mo banal, akala buhay tatagal?
Pinasukan akin mental, babae, droga at sugal
Ng hinde ko na makita, kung ano ang actual
Hinde magawa - na magising
Hinde mawala - maging alipin
Got me stuck in the basement, naghahanap ng meaning
Nanay ko be trippin', sa araw araw "blazin'"
Kung alam mo lang ang mission my vision be real spittin'
Kamusta mga tropa mukhang lunes nanaman
Kilos kilos naman dyan, para may laman ang tsyan
Hinde dapat bilang ang yong mga maganda na hakbang
Cnong tutulong pag ikaw na hulog sa hagdan
Hinhabol ko sarili ko sa mundong mabiles
Lalakbayin ko ang bukas sa tuwing umiidlip
Ng ma iwanan kayo ng lyrics parang hulig halika
Akin katapusan at simula, akin life after death


Ruby Ibarra:
Truth is, I'm ruthless, choose lo-fi and used kicks
We "8-bit" and "take 'em out" like I'm using 'em toothpicks
I'm back workin' on music, ain't no room to lose this
A "room" for improvement has better acoustics
But check the tag homie - I was made in the Philippines
Hustled through America, I made it through the Cali Dreams
Piso to my name is all I needed plus the vision
These pyramids & prisms, but your minds the only prison
They like Ruby are you signed yet? Stars aligned yet?
Just give me time cos' when I rhyme bet
They always fall in line next
Ruby been ill with the pen skill, I grip mics with defense still
Fuck a limelight, I ignite real
Never lose sight, so watch me get by with a birds eye
R-U-B-Y with the verse, I'm
Puttin' these raps in a hurst, lines
Feelin' like spittin the first, time
Fuck it, why follow a guideline?
I'm patientally sharpenin my mind
When I'm gettin this job done, swingin, and then with the vision to win in this lifetime, yuh!

Kid Cras:
Missed my flight back to London so I'm stuck in The Philippines
My last girl left me, guess she wasn't diggin' me
Been practisin' my philagree
Fightin' with my inner beast
He tryna diminish me - can't get rid of me
This all I got though, a peso and a dream
Some rap to be seen I'm tryna get me out the scene
But it seems to be a mystery, something like a missing piece
If, life was a flick it would be a frickin' trilogy
On the top shelf, I'm not well, tryna make it myself but
People ask for my help and don't pay well
What if they felt the same hell?
Something they won't understand
Wanting a hundred grand - all I got is
A pocket full of problems, chest fulla stress
'Til my last breath I'm tryna count mad checks, have mad endz !
If tomorrow never comes mark me absent
I'll be writing mad hits 'til I'm established



Get The Job Done

GET THE JOB DONE (Produced by Lenn Beats)

Censored version.
Have you checked out our music video?
http://bit.ly/thejobdone

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