Marocco dreams

MaroxxMafia í¢â?¬" 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 dí?©jí?  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 í¢â?¬Ë?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