Frank Leone - Twenty 14 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Frank:
I'll call it the Eleventh Commandment
I'll call that girl back when my dick commandeth
I'm a man demanding mandated panic panoramic
And I'm ripping up your block quicker than flipping on granite
Granted it's hella Live-r, get a grip on your saliva
Life of lipping wicked, whippin', lift and see below the visor
Divided another matrimony, Tony backing up the homie
Only fucking up a couple people keeping phony
Blow me, and leave a girl for the music
I'm that groove, dude, never two pens for the blueprint
And I got my two cents, kid, meet my motherfuckin' Adidas
Try and tie up any loose ends
Choose Benz and lose friends
Induce beautiful movement
Trippin' flippin' and grippin' and whiffin' the piff in an infinite riskin' of livin' a minute out of the
Cued, fixated center of gravity, diabolical travesty
Smooth walking anatomy, damn girl you distracting
Rib-rattling and drop dead baffling
Now bring it back, rhythm mad happening


The people need a king, Martin had a Queen
In every state debated, they could take it down or let it ring
Fuck it, let's let it sing
Credit-debted, Reddit-headed
When I meet Lorine Chia I'll give her voice a wedding ring
The words embedded in the level meddled head of the new leaders, shouts to LDRS, Illamerica
Believe we the kids in the bleachers 'boutta take over the Earth early, permeate and prove at least we care enough
And who took care of us? The ones saying "Run and beat the evil leaking all over the world"?
But yelling "What's good" at the gunshot operator hollering back "You gon' give that a whirl?"
Pearling up the bliss for a minute now, and Imma start fucking with a different kind of venom, loud
Hear the shouts from the crowd, they ain't bout it but the fire in the hearth's fucking with the new style
Dearly departed, bitch I'm parking with the starlets
Started fucking up the bottom now I'm lurking in the clouds
Clouded decisions, spitting flippant ign'nant inhibitions
On the roof with the loose leaf, rooted in denial
Rude child, floating down the Nile
Dialing up that Lord Lord, rolling up that Loud Loud
Read aloud, thoughts don't make a lick of sense
But with a fifth of liquor I could sense a thot from a mile
Buried in thought, boutta drown, can't stand it
Plan abandoned with the planet, dammit, can it with the Wild
Could it really make a difference when a difference is offensive?
Fence it in and finish it off and off the head and lob the towel like Fuck It

Like really, man?
Shouts to K.Dot

Now count it out, 3, 2, 1, nothing to lose
With the kevlar flow, it's not nothing to bruise
I need a girl not tryna be choosed
And a crooked ass cop not tryna get you
And with the news, nothing but the Blues Clues
I refuse to put a cap on it, battling bad tonic
Chronic fat raps addict, trap it and I spat up on it
Practical collateral, catatonical admiral
Crackin' up and I’m at it and I'm mad, it attack laughable
Back track to Kendrick, grit thinner than Benedict
Dick quicker admitted it, city bitter you visited
Spit bitter diminishing fibbing flitting residuates
Stick clicking ridiculous lip quiver indicative
Lick Hitting, Inhibited, Illegitimate Primitive
Flip you over the cliff in an overgrowing attempt
At a slowed motioning glimpse of you croaking omit the ribbeting
I’m so riveting, Mandy Patinkin
Fuck it up and get the bust from my Ring Pop
Now Chi Town Get The Bread Whatchu Rapping For
Fuck a beef the Bullshit for the matador