Camu Tao - Lightts Outts [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
I been in it
Even even before earth
And more minutes
They[?] stall for 4 innings
And in the middle of the medium it's an immediate
And if it's meaty enough they're sinkin' their teeth in it
How can you understand the man is from another time
In understanding levitating's never underlined
How can you possibly expect something you never hope[?] for
And when times got sharp they did the coke for
Crackheads, full swing your pendulum
Keep these wack motherfuckers' creativity at a minimum
Respect? None
Injecting death into them
And powerful enough to blow breath back into them
For more torment, left more bars with[?] the more force[?] man
And piss on your poor sore shit
I wanna kill each and every one of you and make you mad at me
Strip your skin at your wake and expose your whole anatomy, oh
These wack emcees are receiving open heart surgery
Empty your cavities[?] best actor portraying tragedy
I'm higher than most
Keep your eye on the post
Analyze your materials and swallow you, coast
You happy-go-lucky niggas, you move too much
I got your state[?] mastered
You inconsiderate bastards
I'm keepin' the shit bright like a thousand road hazards
And when it comes to the dough, you know I'm throwin' manners[?]
That mean I'm gettin' the green, and hope your show shatters
The flow splashier, classier than a few years back
Man smack the fuck out of you shit
Processed, dropped, wrapped, shipped, copped, speakers pop

[Hook]
Telecommunication is down and it's cold with no
Lights (that's right)
Wake up the radiation no rhythm, no soul, see
Fuck it, it's all fine by me, disease passin' through your area codes
Telecommunication and it's down with no
Lights (that's right)
Wake up the radiation no rhythm, no soul, see
Fuck it, it's all fine by me, patchin' through your area codes

(Lights, lights, lights, camera, action)

[Verse 2]
When emcees describe me put a emphasis on conceited
The intricate orthopedic lieutenant's awkwardly splendid
Watering collossally
Slaughtering g-lossary
Swallowing false emcees although they give me indigestion (ahem)
Click, pen's erected
Beginning its climatical adventure on a paper trail that often seems to dead-end
But then quickly picks up where it left off
On the opposite side of the page one line lower
Then commences to engage
In a blue or black ejaculation binge
Transmitted from complex thought patterns
Traveling from one of my brains
Down the left piston out the transmission and blows the tip off of the ink-filled syringe
That's why my language is deranged
You screwed-up bum, like chewed-up gum your style's flavorless
Quit rap, you'll be doin' yourself a big favor, bitch
My mansion's in the basement
Camu knows if the bass hits
I lace it so graciously
You don't wanna face the super entity
The realm I was in entered me
Now everything revolves around me
My sound rings throughout your surroundings
Pounding through your building
Downin' you like Ritalin
You're lookin' for a mic to grab we keep 'em out of reach of children
Little one

Lights out, lights out

[Hook x3]