DKC - Persian Carpets [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]

Second place, silver, like Long John’s
I’m not on; I’m just trying shake pom-poms
Now we’re long gone
Wearing fleece out in Nice
Carrying a piece to Middle East for peace
He told me believe so did
The eldest so I have to take the hit
Could claim the biggest like a catcher’s mitt
Rommel and Romney couldn’t team up and stop me
Streets are perfectly aligned
But I don’t show up on time
We are time
We are time
We are time
So I said it a third time
He gets stopped at the airport and I waltz through
Every morning wake up start life anew
Let it sleep, and they’re staring
Let it steep, and they’re staring
Let it steep, and they’re staring
From the same as Mark Twain
Land Cruisers and dark panes
Blacked out, haram, too much drink
Bang don’t blink
Persian carpets at the front door
Persian carpets in the library
Persian carpets in the bedroom
Imported off the doctor’s salary
No HIV, but crying because impotence they can’t treat
Sometimes the truth doesn’t rhyme

[Interlude]

He told me can’t get all this without money

[Verse 2]

In San Francisco I kill these Bay b like I’m King Herod
Out in London, shop ‘til I drop like I’m the king of Harrods
Except not Arab
Girl love me because I own a shirt
Low smirk: when it’s time don’t skirt the skirt
Find me wearing a hella ironic shirt
To impress like I’m searching for sailors
I get paler than Camilo when finds out David found out
Also I never go out
So stout lack clout
In Europe like a roundabout
On the Internet calling people motherfuckers like Claudius
I’m in Central Asia, the -stans, like the audience
Drive up, that’s Sonic
Ho that’s Sonic
Make my little brother order because I’m scared of Sonic
I got my nose in everything like Señora Milagros
I go dumb hella strokes like Camilo Canegato
I’m sorry I missed this post-Jesus Christmas
But I just landed, I just touched down


[Interlude]

I sent the text, check it, check that shit, for the love of god

[Verse 3]

Yo this is an instrumental
Eating municipals
I might claim my girl Dumbledore, a headmaster
Nah my girl really look like Dumbledore
Rhymes on my mind all the time like Michael Moore and a baseball cap
See me incorrect like early New World maps
He told her bust a pose, see, and then he bust the ho, see
And she catching and injured, crying like Buster Posey
She says he can change, shouts out the Midwest, that’s some corny shit
But we’re from a red state, but not in the same sense as the Soviets
And I can promise this, toting guns like Hamas is
Glock, 30 clip, hollow tips, shouts out my Republicans
They hate this but should embrace it if they want to win the next presidential race bitch