rap (Verse 1) Sunrise over Marrakech, dust settling slow Call to prayer echoes, rhythm that I know Born in the medina, stories in the stone Raised on tagine and tales, seeds that I've sown Now I'm spitting fire, a desert wind's might Bringing the heat, burning ever so bright From the Atlas Mountains to the ocean's embrace This ain't just music, it's etched on my face (Chorus) Maghreb flow, yeah, tha