Marocco dreams

MaroxxMafia – Morocco dreams



Chorus:

We came from the golden land Morocco,

We're not the punks from the block... ow

We never meant to be the hated criminals, no

We never meant to take all the large dough

But trough our vanes runs Morocco

And in our heartbeat you hear Morocco



[Rifla Buya]

Couplet 1:

I disconnect, you hate me as a virus, cause I infect

Deep in your dreams, you dream for destiny,

you torture me like a six-legged insect

Yes I infect

The whole rap-industry, and I'm on top if it was for chemistry

You saw my picture en face on the gossip magazine,

And asked yourself who is he, it can be, that you saw me before

Isn't it funny that it's a déjà vu in the store

Maybe I'm not a hustler from the block

Maybe I ain't that type of youngster who loves his gock

But I'm from Northern Africa, The pride of Arabia

And I blow a curse on ya, charm en rifla

I side with Caesar and Cleopatra,

Still have love my country and I love the way I am

My old dream was filled with fam, I know ya'll hate it

When I enter, I stand up straight like the world trade center

Or then I have to lay down, no I'm kidding ya

And though peeps are the same they see me as

A average thief, but I got my other interests,

Cause I still invest

My dirty cash I owned with my voice in stock

And of course this is for your convertible the sound

To drop





Chorus:

We came from the golden land Morocco,

We're not the punks from the block... ow

We never meant to be the hated criminals, no

We never meant to take all the large dough

But trough our vanes runs Morocco

And in our heartbeat you hear Morocco





[Charmutu]

Couplet 2:

When they think they can take my proud away I bust ‘em

Don't think the law can save you cause I made my own system

In future dreams everybody's gonna change their

Dollars and pay in Moroccan Mobs

And it will be a world with no racists, homicide, no cops

No egotistically working judges, no suicide, only Maroxx that drops

The low down sound on the block, no techno, no rock,

Only jazz, blues, Northern-African, R&B and hip-hop

That would be the earth if it belonged to me, no war

No tears for lost relatives, no death-penalty

cause there's no criminality, no poor people, enough food

for all of us, I wouldn't even give myself more than the ones

next to me

believe me, I spoke truly when I said

that everyone would get paid enough to cover their ribs

You could full your refrigerator and afford two or three cribs

But whole of this couplet is just a fantasy

Cause it doesn't belong to non of us

Cause we all know that one person can not change

What's been so fucked up till today

So I guess I'll just keep my mind on Morocco

And it's a bit of strange

That we're the only mob who gives a fuck

About our land



Chorus:

We came from the golden land Morocco,

We're not the punks from the block... ow

We never meant to be the hated criminals, no

We never meant to take all the large dough

But trough our vanes runs Morocco

And in our heartbeat you hear Morocco



-Rifla Buya]

Couplet 3:

I bet there's nobody who can beat us

You heard our true biography in songs like we are Mafioso's

We're no thugs with no religion,

drinking six bottles of Cristal

We're no actually killing mafia family, to squeeze in our pistol

I love my people and my companions love my personage

They don't know about the Moroccan kid

All they see is cash,

fake brothers are trash

I'm not afraid to lose my character,

I'm afraid to lose my mind

I have to keep up with professionals,

I don't want to be left behind

I'm already inside, and still I can't find

It takes time to find yourself,

cause all of your life your developing

Yourself, who wants to be famous and have his head up the wall

We're the peacekeepers, the rainmakers,

the trouble haters, the liberators, we told peace to our country

Now everybody do the famous X-Hand.



Chorus:

We came from the golden land Morocco,

We're not the punks from the block... ow

We never meant to be the hated criminals, no

We never meant to take all the large dough

But trough our vanes runs Morocco

And in our heartbeat you hear Morocco