Moroccan choppers

// [GENRE: Afro-Moroccan Drill]

// [BPM: 130 | BASS: 30Hz (sub-rumble) | LENGTH: 3:40]

// [VOICES: Male (UK Drill), Female (Moroccan Arabic) – PRIORITY FEMALE]

// [SFX: Police chopper, Oud strum, Darbuka beats, Crowd chatter]

*(Female Moroccan whisper)* "فِي الظلام... نَرْقُصُ مَعَ الْأشْبَاح"

("In the dark... we dance with ghosts.")

*🎤* Whipping different cars—*papers clean*, plates *Swiss*,

*Skrrt!* Coppers chase, but the *chopper’s* just *background* *hiss*.

Waving through traffic, *Morocco* maps on the dash,

Black out tints, *zoot* lit—*ash* flicks, no *flash*.

Trap house calling, *big batty*’s texting *“Where’s the stash?”*

*Brrt!*—Fuck dat, *private jet*’s fueled—*no* *baggage*, just *cash*.

*(Female Moroccan vocals)*

"مَعَ كُلِّ لَيْلَة... نَحْمِي أَحْلَامَنَا,

نَسْرِقُ الْوَقْتَ... وَالْخَطَرُ يُنَادِينَا.

مَارْسَيْ… مَارْسَيْ… نَعِيشُ بِلاَ خَوْفٍ,

فِي الرِّيحِ… نَذُوبُ… وَالْعَالَمُ يَنْدَمِ."

*(Translation: "With every night… we guard our dreams, / Steal time… while danger screams. / Marseille… Marseille… we live fearless, / In the wind… we dissolve… the world jealous.")*

*🎤* Six months, *quarters mill*—*launder* through *Maya’s* sand,

Hustle smart? *Moroccan* sun tans the *blueprint* in my hand.

*Batty*’s in her *g-string*, but my *mind’s* on the *flight*,

*Whisper* to the pilot: “*Lost* is *right*—*no* *GPS* tonight.”

*(Female Moroccan whisper)*

"نَحْنُ الْأشْبَاحُ... نَرْقُصُ عَلَى حَافَّةِ الْهَوَاء,

الْخَطَرُ... وَطَنُنَا... وَاللَّيْلُ... رَفِيقُنَا."

("We are ghosts… dancing on the edge of air, / Danger… our homeland… night… our affair.")

*🎤* *Marrakech* skies, *stacks* meet *saffron* dunes,

Chopper’s *echo* dies—*sand* buries *old* *tunes*.

*(Female Moroccan laugh)* "مَارْسَيْ… مَارْسَيْ…"