🎤 PIPO & KCHIAA — VOLUME 3 C.Y.M Legends
by MARAKANSKY
Lyrics
Intro — Spoken
Yo…
CYM, Morocco…
Two forty-year-old legends…
Mohsin… AKA Pipo…
Simo… AKA Kchiaa…
Same neighborhood.
Same madness.
Same smoke sessions.
One rooftop…
One workshop…
And apparently…
zero common sense. 😂
Let's go!
---
Verse 1 — Pipo / Mohsin
Mohsin's the name, but they call him Pipo,
Forty years old but he moves like he's still twenty, bro.
Music teacher, guitar player, songwriter too,
But every time he writes a song I'm like, "Who approved you?" 😂
He says, "I'm opening a coffee shop, brother, wait and see,"
Been working on that thing since nineteen eighty-three.
Summer came, summer went, the shop's still in construction,
Pipo takes one step forward then calls it "production."
Big belly first, Mohsin coming second,
When he walks into a room, the walls need protection.
If he sits on the couch, better check the foundation,
That chair starts praying for divine intervention. 😂
Single at forty, still waiting for his queen,
Maybe she's somewhere looking for a man who's actually seen.
But Pipo's got his rooftop, his guitar and his smoke,
And every night at midnight he's telling another joke.
---
CHORUS
Pipo on the rooftop, Kchiaa in the shop,
Smoke in the air and the music won't stop.
Forty years old but we're acting sixteen,
CYM boys living like we're still seventeen.
Mohsin got the guitar, Simo got the beat,
One builds coffee shops, one builds crazy retreats.
You wanna joke about my songs? That's cool, my friends…
But every time you start, Volume Three begins! 🔥
---
Verse 2 — Kchiaa / Simo
Now Simo walks in — glasses covering his face,
Bro needs a flashlight just to find his place. 😂
Carpenter by day, decorator by trade,
But when the sun goes down, that's when Simo gets paid.
Workshop at night, he's working like a machine,
Then suddenly he's gone — chasing some psychedelic scene.
"Where's Simo?" — "Some festival in the mountains."
"Which one?" — "I don't know."
Bro, there are no mountains! 😂
He loves that crazy trance, that psycho electronic sound,
Bass hits so hard it rearranges the ground.
Everybody's dancing, nobody knows the song,
Simo's in the middle like, "TURN THAT SHIT UP!"
He travels to festivals nobody's ever heard about,
Middle of nowhere — that's what he's all about.
Give him a normal party? He'll probably complain,
Give him a desert with speakers? He's dancing in the rain.
---
Battle — Pipo vs. Kchiaa
Pipo:
"Simo, take those glasses off, you can't see shit!"
Simo:
"At least I can see your coffee shop ain't finished yet!"
Pipo:
"Your music sounds like aliens fighting in space!"
Simo:
"At least my festival has people — your songs clear the place!"
Pipo:
"I teach music, remember that!"
Simo:
"Yeah, bro… we remember. That's why we're worried." 😂
Pipo:
"I'm a songwriter!"
Simo:
"Then write something people can survive!"
---
Verse 3 — The CYM Rooftop
Back in CYM, where the story began,
Three crazy friends with a questionable plan.
Pipo's rooftop, that's headquarters at night,
Smoke in the air while we're talking about life.
Then we move to Simo's workshop down the street,
Wood on the floor and a ridiculous beat.
One minute we're talking, next minute we laugh,
Three forty-year-old idiots avoiding the photograph. 😂
We don't need fancy clubs, we don't need VIP,
Just a rooftop, a workshop and some good company.
We've been doing this forever, and honestly, it's true,
No matter how much I roast them…
I'd still choose these two.
---
Final Chorus
Pipo on the rooftop, Kchiaa in the shop,
Three old friends and the madness won't stop.
Forty years young, still acting like kids,
Nobody knows exactly what the hell we did.
Mohsin with the guitar, Simo with the shades,
One making coffee, one making wooden upgrades.
They roast my songs, so I roast them back,
That's CYM friendship…
THAT'S THE FUCKING PACT! 🔥
---
Outro — Spoken
Mohsin…
Finish the coffee shop.
Simo…
Come back from the festival.
And both of you…
Stop making jokes about my music.
Because I've got a microphone…
…and apparently nothing better to do. 😂
CYM forever. ❤️
VOLUME 4: COMING SOON…