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MaroxxMafia 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 SongtexteDeep 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 dÃ©jÃ 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 âem 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 Aus Songtexte Mania