They clap for your downfall…
Then bow when the King enters.
Let’s play.
Verse 1 – Mascarade
Yo,
They talk peace, pray five times, then burn the street,
Smile at cops, but dream of bombs beneath.
Preach the deen, but can’t read the page —
Just TikTok quotes and bottled rage.
Keyboard lions with broken minds,
Scrollin’ while the country climbs.
Jealousy in halal clothes —
But your Wi-Fi paid by the state you loathe.
You want the Khilafa? Go buy a tent.
We build highways, you build lament.
You tweet revolt from a couch too soft —
Meanwhile we launch satellites aloft.
Hook
Mask off — I see the clowns,
You hate the Throne but want the crown.
Blame the sun for burning you —
But truth don’t bow to fragile views.
Mask off — the game is done,
You scream online, we build the run.
And while you scroll and wish us gone…
Crown stays on. Morocco moves on.
Verse 2 – Dissonance
You say the people suffer,
But where were you when we cleaned the gutter?
Critique’s cheap when you’re not the builder,
Throwin’ words like a TikTok thriller.
You want free speech? Then drop the mask.
But I doubt you’d survive the task.
Cuz loyalty ain’t trending, truth ain’t sweet…
And power walks — it don’t retweet.
Bridge
Let me laugh real quick…
They said we’d collapse in 2006.
They said the Sahara will slip…
Now it’s painted red — on every ship.
Final Hook
We’re still here — from ports to stars,
From Safi’s coast to Martian bars.
We built in silence, grew in storms,
While y’all performed in threadbare norms.
You claim the system’s outta line?
Look around — this rise is mine.
Geekkesh sees — I know the game…
Morocco wins. You play for fame.