Jimi Priceless - Track One [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Money talks, everybody be quiet
Spit fly shit, these words I pilot
If mum’s the word, this motherfucker’s never silent
Unless it’s about the business in my asylum
That’s what I call home, invaders unwelcome
They snooping around, but I can smell them
Show teeth, nothing I tell them
Silence is golden, I’ma make it melt then
Into a gold watch, I’ll be so cool
Not too many chains, I pity no fool
And a crown too, these lines I rule
So I write in silence, chillin’ in my room
I turn the beat up and the pen hits the paper
Red ink, the trademark of this creator
Hope it’s no beef when I meet my maker
Fuck the world, CC Satan

[Hook]
Got some things on my chest, I gotta get it off
Bout to get to work, I’ma set it off
Bitch get it popping, this Track One
And keep it popping until the track’s done
About to set it off, it’s Track One
And I’ma keep going ‘til the track’s done
Track One, Track One
About to set it off, Track One

[Verse 2]
I think I’m F. Gary Gray, I’ma set it off
Angel for breakfast, I’ma get it all
These profits funny, still I gotta thank God
I’ll laugh all the way to the bank job
No blades to my wrist to leak some pain
Cos here’s too much of it running in my veins
So I’ma stick to putting ink on the page
From my black heart and my deranged brain
Rep for the madhouse, I’m so insane
Able to make a killing, flow dope like ‘caine
Gucci is cool, but I spit flames
I got alot of bars but my mind’s not caged
So it’s Bedlam on the beats
Head’s in the clouds, so out of reach
Just I, myself and me
Presenting to you Track O-N-E

[Hook]