Mob Rule - Intro [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro (Kimbra):]
Plain gold ring on his finger he wore
It was where everyone could see
He belonged to someone, but not me
On his hand was a plain gold...

[Verse (Mob Rule):]
I am legend, hear me roar
Prepare yourself for glory’s gore
I’ve stepped up into this game
Time to flow full fire, flamed
Buenas noches, good night
Don’t just bark, we bite
Shootin’ crap, roll some dice
We so lucky, get it twice
Breakin’ bottles on a yacht’s side
That ship ain’t even ours, hide
I’m finna rags to riches, you know the tale
But I foresee an ice storm, make it hail
We burn money like Granny Webster
Stack it for the thrill like Ledger
We gettin’ high, takin’ wing
In the zone like mountain king
Smack you down, no holds barred
The chips all in, we die hard
If you didn’t know, this our town
Don’t even start, man, get shut down
Touchdown, crowd crazy
Like good fellas, go Scorsese
Swerve ’round town, motion picture
Finna swing from that ceiling fixture
Free the animal, baby, see you later
Check yourself, homie, uh, waiter?
Over and out, blow this joint
We goin’ hard, get the point?
I ain’t one for explicit taste
But my acid spit be laying waste
Beat so hot, need a fire escape
Get out my house, this my tape