TWO CLOWNS — THE FINAL CHAPTER /CYM CHRONICLES | THE LAST ROUND EYE FOR AN EYE

Lyrics

Intro - Dark piano, no talking

Verse 1
Five fucking volumes, now the story gets deep,
Pipo went silent, must've cried himself to sleep.
Sent him a message, no reply, no reaction,
Guess my last diss caused a chain reaction.

Finally he answered, said "Eye for an eye,"
Motherfucker, is that a threat or your final goodbye?
You declared war, now you're hiding underground,
I'm standing in the ring, but there's nobody around.

You teach music, but can't handle a verse,
Five songs later and your silence got worse.
I gave you your flowers, I gave you respect,
Now you want war? What the fuck did you expect?

Verse 2 - Pipo
Mohsin, my brother, let's talk about facts,
You declared war, then forgot to attack.
You got a guitar and a belly to match,
Need a forklift just to get you on track.

Your coffee shop's waiting, the summer is gone,
You spent more time sleeping than working on songs.
Wake up at midnight, smoke till the dawn,
Even your fucking alarm clock has moved on.

Remember that morning? Government affair?
Public holiday, not a soul working there!
Swollen fucking face, pillow stuck to your cheek,
At the ministry of sleeping all week!

And Malika! Oh shit, did I say that again?
Wrong subject, brother, let's get back to your pen.
You write love songs, but you're single as hell,
Even Cupid took leave when he heard you rebel!

Chorus - Aggressive
EYE FOR AN EYE! THAT'S WHAT YOU SAID!
FIVE WHOLE VOLUMES, NOW YOU LEAVE ME ON READ!
ONE'S ON THE ROOFTOP, ONE'S LOST AT A RAVE,
TWO CYM CLOWNS AND THE MESS THAT THEY MADE!

EYE FOR AN EYE! I'M STILL STANDING HERE!
YOU DECLARED WAR, THEN YOU DISAPPEARED!
I BROUGHT THE BARS, YOU BROUGHT THE DRAMA,
MARAKANSKY'S BACK WITH ANOTHER BANGER!

Verse 3 - Kchi3a
Now Simo, my brother, it's your turn to shine,
Take off those glasses, can you see these lines?
You're forty years old, still chasing a rave,
Dancing with twenty-year-olds inside some cave.

You call that music? Bro, what the fuck?
Sounds like a broken engine on a garbage truck!
Boom-boom, tss-tss, for twelve hours straight,
Even the DJ's praying for the speakers to break!

Somewhere in the desert, no signal, no phone,
While your unfinished furniture's sitting at home.
Remember my sofa? Remember that deal?
You took so damn long, I forgot how to feel!

I ordered a couch, not a historical site,
Took you so fucking long, I slept standing upright!
You don't understand rap? Well, that's okay,
Go dance with the aliens till the break of day!

Chorus
EYE FOR AN EYE! THAT'S WHAT YOU SAID!
FIVE WHOLE VOLUMES, NOW YOU LEAVE ME ON READ!
ONE'S ON THE ROOFTOP, ONE'S LOST AT A RAVE,
TWO CYM CLOWNS AND THE MESS THAT THEY MADE!

Verse 4 - Final Battle
Now here's the difference between you and me,
I can take a joke, I don't need sympathy.
You laughed at my tracks, I laughed at your lives,
Now suddenly Pipo's sharpening knives?

Bro, it's a song! Not a declaration of war,
We smoked on your rooftop a thousand times before.
We laughed in the workshop, we grew up in CYM,
Now you're hiding from messages? Come on, my friend!

My voice ain't perfect, my flow's still growing,
But at least I got the balls to keep the music going.
I'm not Eminem, never claimed to be,
Just a Moroccan kid with a dream and a beat.

You can laugh at my lyrics, criticize every line,
But the difference is, brothers, these songs are mine.
I made something real, whether good or bad,
And I'm proud of every fucking track I've had!

Bridge - Emotional piano
Pipo, I ain't chasing another reply,
You said eye for an eye, but I ain't going blind.
Simo, enjoy your festivals, brother, have fun,
I'll still be laughing when the morning comes.

Five volumes of madness, a tribute and a war,
Two crazy motherfuckers I could never ignore.
But every good story has to reach its end,
And a diss ain't worth losing a lifelong friend.

Final Verse
Here's my last round, no need to pretend,
I roasted two clowns, but I still call 'em friends.
Pipo's got his rooftop, Kchi3a his workshop,
Marakansky's got a pen that refuses to stop!

You said eye for an eye, I'll answer with a rhyme,
Keep your little war, I got better things in mind.
No apologies coming, no regrets on the track,
I meant every joke, and I ain't taking them back!

Final Chorus
EYE FOR AN EYE! THAT'S WHAT YOU SAID!
SIX FUCKING SONGS, YOU LEFT ME ON READ!
ONE'S MAKING COFFEE, ONE'S LOST AT A RAVE,
TWO FUCKING LEGENDS THAT I CANNOT SAVE!

EYE FOR AN EYE! THIS CHAPTER IS DONE!
SIX FUCKING TRACKS AND I HAD MY FUN!
NO MORE DISS TRACKS, NO MORE ATTACK,
BUT KEEP TALKING SHIT AND I'LL BE RIGHT BACK!

Outro
No apologies. No hard feelings.
Pipo, finish that damn coffee shop.
Kchi3a, enjoy your crazy festivals.
MOROCCO forever. My brothers for life.
MARAKANSKY OUT!