Non Phixion - Big Don Vincenzo [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Goretex]
What up kid, Big Don Vincenzo, pushin the Benz-o
Loaded with endo, limo tint around the windows
I'm on these sacks, we max like million dollar slacks
Coked up, ready to run a hundred mile track
Passing the buildings, smokin my ganja plant with children
Like Dennis Hopper, rappin about zebras and Sicilians
Predicting stardom like a swami
I'm all about cold cuts, a t-bone soft bread, and fried pastrami
Eatin hearty like Luca Brasi, I gotta call Billy Batts
To hit me with Sonys, Fishers, Hitachis
Off the truck with silk Versace, it all be criminal
Drug residual, my flows be stoned like the chemical
Gold fanatic, shootin beats like an addict
Peace to all my shooters with gun stats who make it magic
Bucktown goes BIZARRE
Killin fraudulent MC's who be up in drag like Jamie Farr
To the max, I keep it, rugged for days
PJ's be like a maze got these niggas in a verbal haze
Goretex Mussolini, rockin zuchini
My classic hip-hop's equivalent to Paganini
Parmegan and baked ziti, puffin cases of beadies
With cracker bitches, who look a lot like Ally Shedi
Shit is real dunn, Brooklyn killings with guns
So give up your funds, next time you see me on the roof-tops