NO REGRETS
by MARAKANSKY
Lyrics
NO REGRETS
Intro — Sad piano, emotional voice
Dear Pipo, dear Kchi3a...
Five volumes, hundreds of bars,
A thousand jokes that went too far.
I've been thinking about everything I've said,
Maybe it's time to put this madness to bed.
I know you've waited to hear these words,
So listen closely, my brothers...
Verse 1 — Slow, emotional flow
I know I said some things I shouldn't have said,
Turned our private jokes into songs instead.
Pipo, my brother, I know what I did,
Exposed all your secrets since we were kids.
Kchi3a, my man, I dragged you through hell,
Turned your workshop into a comedy tale.
Five whole volumes, I went too far,
Made you both famous without being stars.
So here I stand with my heart on my sleeve,
There's something important you need to believe.
Two little words I need to express...
Beat stops — Complete silence
NO REGRETS!
[BEAT DROP — Heavy 90s boom bap, explosive bass]
Hook — Aggressive
NO REGRETS! I ain't sorry for shit!
Five volumes down, and I'm still talking slick!
NO REGRETS! You thought I was done?
Motherfuckers, this has only begun!
From the rooftop straight to the streets,
CYM boys bringing Moroccan heat!
NO REGRETS! Let the whole world know,
This ain't the end, it's a brand-new show!
Verse 2 — Fast, confident flow
Hold up, wait, did you think I'd retire?
Throw away my pen and extinguish the fire?
Thought I'd come crawling, begging forgiveness?
Nah, I'm expanding this motherfucking business!
Pipo's on the rooftop, Kchi3a's in the shop,
Every time they hear my name, another beat drops.
They thought volume five was the final chapter,
Now I'm back with a whole new disaster!
From the coffee shop tables where stories were born,
To the late-night sessions that carried till dawn.
Don't get confused, this is brotherly love,
But I'll still roast your asses when push comes to shove!
Hook — Crowd chanting
NO REGRETS! I ain't sorry for shit!
Five volumes down, and I'm still talking slick!
NO REGRETS! You thought I was done?
Motherfuckers, this has only begun!
From the rooftop straight to the streets,
CYM boys bringing Moroccan heat!
NO REGRETS! Let the whole world know,
This ain't the end, it's a brand-new show!
Verse 3 — Sarcastic apology
Dear Pipo, I apologize...
For not making your character twice your size!
For leaving out stories I could've exposed,
For all those secrets that nobody knows.
Dear Kchi3a, forgive me, my friend,
For making you think that the madness would end.
For every joke that I forgot to write,
I'll make up for it on the next track tonight!
One little joke turned into five fucking tracks,
Now I've got a whole universe riding my back.
If you think I'm finished, you're losing your mind,
I've got a hundred more stories you left behind!
Bridge — Nostalgic piano
But underneath the insults we throw,
There's something the whole world should know.
We came from the same streets, the same old ground,
Long before a microphone was anywhere around.
No money, no fame, no expensive cars,
Just three crazy brothers underneath the stars.
The songs might change, but the friendship stays,
From the streets of Rabat to our final days.
Silence — Whispered
Now that was the emotional part...
You two idiots ready for the next chapter?
FINAL BEAT DROP — Double-time flow
NEW ERA! New rules, new game!
Same three bastards, but a bigger name!
No more volumes, we're changing the script,
Got a whole new album and the world's gonna flip!
From the Corniche breeze to the CYM blocks,
From the neighborhood cafés to the workshop clocks.
We're getting older, but the jokes stay young,
Still got a thousand crazy stories left unsung.
This ain't about beef, this ain't about hate,
It's three old brothers celebrating their fate.
So raise your glasses, let the whole world see,
MOROCCAN STORIES — A NEW DYNASTY!
Final Hook — Explosive crowd vocals
NO REGRETS! I ain't sorry for shit!
Five volumes down, and I'm still talking slick!
NO REGRETS! You thought I was done?
Motherfuckers, this has only begun!
From the rooftop straight to the streets,
CYM boys bringing Moroccan heat!
NO REGRETS! Let the whole world know,
This ain't the end, it's a brand-new show!
Outro — Beat fades, laughter
To Pipo and Kchi3a...
My brothers, my victims, my inspiration.
You thought this was an apology?
Well, I'm sorry...
Sorry I didn't start this shit ten years ago!
Five volumes were just the introduction.
WELCOME TO THE NEW ERA!
MOROCCAN STORIES!
NO FUCKING REGRETS!
Cassette tape clicks off