Fiyablasta - J.A.I. [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse:
See when I grab the pen, the thoughts sprawl forth
And once in a while, I drop a wild draw four
Then haters change their colors and join the in crowd
That's the game brothers play when they try to bring my "n" out
But you know the "Uno" ain't privy to get ignorant
Belligerent; twisting fists with a ninja with a difference in
Opinion or way of living, I'll just spit him my truth
And if he don't listen, oh well; it's still put in the booth
I'll let others take heed and proceed with caution
And see there's no need for a fear of Martians
The Jupiteran is present to show you something alien
But even xenophobics say my flow's sick; so thank you, homosapien
I'm glad you can relate me to greatness my statements seem basic
But with Lasik the placement of an "A" kick can make a faker flagrant
Now pay rent! You owe me, son, like I am your parent
I demand it! Excuse me, like I'm going a tan gent's shoes
No Half Stepping like Kane's my big dad
Undertaker taught me to choke slam them into the big mat
With that, when I get to a town, stomp beats with my word pictures
On the canvas. Now, they can't spit back. Get that?
Or is that too complex like Jinx and Alex
Bask in my Thugnificence, til you say he reeks of talent
Meek can challenge that this bar ain't written by the 6 God
But will thank him later soon as his Hotline Bling Back to Back 'bout Mill shanking air
So you missed the cut while I'm a cut above
You want to turn up like Fisticuffs, I want to Busta Buss
Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Can See
And haters shut your trap and follow me on Abe's Oddysee
Cause your words don't move me like I'm in my Coretta zone
Don't make sense to me, and I even got Rosetta Stone
Something I can't invest in, so go and write some better songs
'Til then, I have no interest and radio's left alone
So give me the aux cord: I'll put on K. Dot or
Stik Figa to rock your speaker to change dot
Organically morphing your taste to something great
From the musical aspect or simply how much you relate
Put you on to who raised me, shaped me, and placed me on my ten toes
Who put in work to make me feel I'm Bruh Man from the Fifth Floor
Cause the mainstream cats you listen to kick flows
Could never match my Michael Jai, and this is Just An Intro