J.E.M. - Mute. [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Intro-
[Interview with Flying Lotus]

"I think the same with all art, you know? I feel like most...a lot of artists, "artists" don't have experience or enough experiences to be trying to tell the stories, you know? It's like, it's cool you can be a technician all day, but if I can't feel it then..."

Verse 1:
So I signed a declaration of my conscious, independent from my mental
Nerve cells parted ways when they released from my pencil
Relieved my serotonin from they post, then I went postal
Went global back in '04, but truly only local
Well fuck it people dig it, cause I'm a grand master
Shock waves for weeks, killin' cortex peaks and valleys
"Yo, what you on?" Not much, puffin' on this Cali'
Herbal essence of my soul, fillin' black and white pot holes
I chose to bless ya'll with this power point reaction
Of my skills without a deal, add this tape to my collection
Sense my inflection, crashin' all they parties, yeah
Wild punk shit, goin' full on Marty
I mean, Monty Python the lights are on, but no ones home
All alone like aliens from Area-51 without a phone
E.T. phone clones of my style, quit all the bitin'
I'll wipe you off the face of the Earth, so get enlightened

Hook:
"it's like that ya'll" [repeated several times]

Verse 2:
I withhold the characteristics of a Jedi head-hunter
Bold with my upper level sword styles, word to mother
Dedicated to the scum bags and reefer addicts
Yo man, you thirty five with no future, kick the habit
Still attached to my routes, the midnight rituals
On the back of my eyelids, penciled in the visuals
Visions so pivital, to the movement of intolerence
For the major label junkies living off they common sense
But that was passed down by an OG of your empire
I desire to inspire euphoria within the mires
Of the peer parasites, still sippin' on that lean
Macklemore taught me to stay away from that, stay clean
Least from the scary stuff, but I still drink my body weight
At the back of Timmy Ho's deletin' brain cells I dominate
I rock wakes and funerals, for MC's I obliterate
For they own safety, erase they names from the...slate

Hook:
"it's like that ya'll" [repeated several times]

Verse 3:
Busy scrappin' resin off my shoelace, kickin' round these empty bowls
You could probably trace the shit, back down my dealer's rabbit hole
Got his number from a 4/20 bulletin board
Hooked me the fuck up and dove deep into the gourd
Of my sober intellect, sober when I intercept the morning light
(SILENCE) was what became of the villains that night
So I rebuilt humanity and all that unites
If we fall for the pain that the demons ignite
Then we worship anything in the flick of a light
Hip-hop is not a task, but a full fledged life
If you ain't ready for that, then you ain't doin' it right