[Verse 1: Solar]
To such places until recently I’ve only been with Google Maps
You can’t hear though how during Ramadan all the hubbub on the Souq ceases
Casablanca, Marrakesh, moolah rules when the Sharia doesn’t look
It’s Morocco, deal with it, right now we’re dealin’ with Rabat
Ping pong show, cotton candy, or maybe a snake charmer
Single league, cobra hisses when the pocket rattles
Doesn’t matter: All-inclusive or backpackers
In pursuit of the untouched, you’ll end up in a fair anyway
I took some spare boxer shorts, and a world view for change
Infected with fear towards them, I want to feel it myself
Long enough has the dirty finger of West mixed up in here
The problem was swept under the rug for so long that it finally flew away
The consequences don’t surprise anyone no more, neither do the goats on trees
On the north, on the south, that’s where borders disappear
Like Bedouins we scamper through the desert heat
I’m reading books backwards to be ahead of everyone else!

[Chorus: Wac Toja]
Sky pours heat, I’ve sand under my feet
We walk ahead, with the direction of wind
In Medina our scout, through the desert our squad
Get on the hump, we have no fear
Sky pours heat, I’ve sand under my feet
We walk ahead, with the direction of wind
In Medina our scout, through the desert our squad
Get on the hump, we have no fear, it's Arabian Night!

[Verse 2: Wac Toja]
A backpacker. I ain’t waitin’ I’m going travellin’
Loadin’ my bag, exchanging cash. Meanwhile
Thousand things flies by, with my head in the clouds
I change the plane. I fly perfectly
On Muslim land, I catch a glance from underneath the burqa
I don’t let it go, I let go and say, let’s dance
Palms gimme shade, and I light it up ahead
Hakuna matata I sing. Be my wife
Someone says Allah Akbar, and I go, Hallelujah
Though in fact about their culture I do give a fuck
I came here to smoke some hashish not to lay back and sleep
Trip, trip. Groundhog day, that’s my life up in the clouds
Heat. Go on get heated up more
Clump. Crushin’ rollin’. God it kicks
Listen. That’s what rap I’ve got down in Europe
Check this. Look for thing that’s new

[Chorus: Wac Toja]
Sky pours heat, I’ve sand under my feet
We walk ahead, with the direction of wind
In Medina our scout, through the desert our squad
Get on the hump, we have no fear
Sky pours heat, I’ve sand under my feet
We walk ahead, with the direction of wind
In Medina our scout, through the desert our squad
Get on the hump, we have no fear, it's Arabian Night!

[Verse 3: Quebonafide]
I smoke no weed since my bro got caught
Now I just like to cough it all up
I’m fucked up badly, there’s nothing to hide
Moroccan kif, shit, rif, babe it ain’t the Lebanon
I’ve thick chocolate, ounces of it, my friend
Though my dealer ain’t an Umpa-Lumpa, my friend
I didn’t come here to look for a buddy, my friend
I’m all out, but it’s alright, motherfucker, what’s this blend?
Everything’s on fire like western Sahara, I
Don’t believe in truth, cause truth is fake, I
Don’t believe in truth, it’s just a mirage
How am I to believe, hold up, even Casablanca was shot in the States
And Yung Lean’s Kyoto in Amsterdam
Motherfucker tell me why lie
Stoned I swish down the narrow streets
And I’ve some healthy distance, not every Arab is a terroris- (Cough)