Wesh wesh mon frère, je viens de l’univers
Où les rimes sont sublimes et on se met les mains en l’air
Je reste solitaire, contre les injustices
De la terre, la terreur, et aussi de la police
J’habitais au Maroc, on faisait du beatbox
Je parlais l’arabe avec des jeunes rappeurs du bloc
Drustu fil maghreb, fi medinat Fez
Saudiqati fi Rabat me mettait à l’aise
É agora, vamos embora, não tenho medo
Porque se acha que acabou, é muito cedo
If someone else has played you, then don’t think I hate you
I believe that everyone in life can make a breakthrough
As long as it takes you, I forgave it all
Cuz if there’s a heaven there’s a message on the wall
Saying that we get back whatever we have lived
And as for this love, well, it’s only mine to give
Chorus:
Hey, I’m being pushed to the limit
Start it with a mic and won’t stop until I kill it
Yeah, I’m talkin’ overflow
And if you test me again, then it’s on fa’ sho’
I know that the bridge gon’ burn
Askin’ myself when they all gon’ learn
Best back up, duck down or get low
Cuz when it starts, don’t stop, like a river I overflow
Ana lubnani, shukran ala ilati
Yo I Choueir I mix it up, cuz this is really me
Yeah you know I’m multiple, all my raps are quotable
I hope to make the rain from my brainstorm potable
So that it will overflow, governments are overthrown
When the weeds that corrupt are rooted out if overgrown
Like a mobile phone when they reach into your pocket
It takes a committed active citizen to stop it
Yeah you see the logic; that’s why we launch the rocket
Between subject and object, the verb is to profit
Separate the people from the products of their labor
And encourage them to favor the commodities and paper
I don’t call it ‘money’; it creates ‘mo’ need’
Plus a seemingly insatiable inflation of the greed
And it’s unsustainable, the draining of the seeds
For debatable ingraining of the flock and the feed
Chorus
Yo, can a revolutionary get his grind on
Every day I’m feelin’ like I’m in another time zone
People over places, so you gotta know that I’m home
With my fam, always stayin’ rooted like a rhizome
Remember botany? I leave it like misogyny
See it like a distant past; I call that astronomy
Girls aren’t commodities, and people aren’t property
So ladies, if there’s no respect, say ‘get the hell up offa me’
I am on an odyssey; iller than the Iliad
Oil’s like a Trojan War, the way we always drillin’ it
My rhymes are like the planet, the way they say I’m killin’ it
Your rap is like an autocrat, the way it’s illegitimate
In a battle of wits, you’ll get outgunned
Y’all produce albums, I produce outcomes
And stay cool, cuz I’m stone-cold sober
If my flow’s not solar, then hell froze over
