Derrick Hodge - Twenty 14 lyrics

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 f**ing 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 motherf**in' 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 f** 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 f**ing 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 f**ing with the new style Dearly departed, b**h I'm parking with the starlets Started f**ing 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 f** 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 a** 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 f** it up and get the bust from my Ring Pop Now Chi Town Get The Bread Whatchu Rapping For f** a beef the Bullsh** for the matador