So this has been.my favorite song of OTEP's since it came out in 2004, and I always thought it was a song about a child's narrative of suffering in an abusive Christian home. But now that I am revisiting the lyrics, I am seeing something totally new.
This song could be gospel of John but from the perspective of Jesus.
Jesus was NOT having a good time up to and during the crucifixion. Everyone in the known world at the time looked to him with fear, admiration or disgust and he was constantly being asked questions. He spoke in "verses, prophesies and curses". He had made an enemy of the state, and believed the world was increasingly wicked and fallen from grace, or that he was in the "mouth of madness".
The spine of atlas is the structure that allows the titan to hold the world up. Jesus challenged the state and in doing so became a celebrated resistance figure. It also made him public enemy #1.
All of this happened simply because he was doing his thing, not because of any agenda he had or strategy.
And then he gets scourged (storm of thorns)
There are some plot holes here but I think it's an interesting interpretation.
Because mutiny on the bounty's what we're all about
I'm gonna board your ship and turn it on out
No soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder
'Cause I'm bad, gettin' bolder, cold getting colder
Terrorizing suckers on the seven seas
And if you've got beef, you'll get capped in the knees
We got sixteen men on a dead man's chest
And I shot those suckers and I'll shoot the rest
Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling
'Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Snatching gold chains, nicking pieces of eight
I got your money and your honey and the fly name plate
We got wenches on the benches, and bitties with titties
Housing all girlies from city to city
One for all and all for one
Taking out MCs with a big shotgun
All for one and one for all
Because the Beastie Boys have gone AWOL
Friggin' in the riggin' and cuttin' your throat
Big biting suckers getting thrown in the moat
We got maidens and wenches, man ,they're on the ace
Captain Bly is gonna die when we break his face
Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Torching and crackin' and rhymin' and stealin'
Robbin' and raping, busting two in the ceiling
I'm wheeling', I'm dealin', I'm drinking, not thinking
Never cower, never shower, and I'm always stinking
Yo-ho-ho and a pint of Brass Monkey
And when my girlie shakes her hips, she sure gets funky
Skirt chasing, free basing, killing every village
We drink and rob and rhyme and pillage
Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
(I was drinking) I've been drinking my rum, a def son of a gun
(I fought the law) and I cold won
Blackbeard's weak, Moby Dick's on the chicks
'Cause I pull out the jammy and squeeze off six
My pistol is loaded, I shot Betty Crocker
Deliver Colonel Sanders down to Davey Jones' locker
Rhymin' and stealin' in a drunken state
And I'll be rockin' my rhymes all the way to Hell's gate
Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling
'Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most dillingest B-boy, I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most chillingest B-boy
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most killingest B-boy
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most dusted out B-boy, I'm tossin' my dust
Most finkinest B-boy, I'm doin' that finkin'
Most rhyminest B-boy, I'm stretchin' my shade
Most shootinest B-boy, I think you're shit
Most rhyminest B-boy, I'll steal your shit, homeboy
Most taxinest B-boy, I'll tax you, boy
Most illingest, illingest, illingest B-boy
Taxin' all y'all squares, yeah
I'm gonna board your ship and turn it on out
No soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder
'Cause I'm bad, gettin' bolder, cold getting colder
Terrorizing suckers on the seven seas
And if you've got beef, you'll get capped in the knees
We got sixteen men on a dead man's chest
And I shot those suckers and I'll shoot the rest
Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling
'Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Snatching gold chains, nicking pieces of eight
I got your money and your honey and the fly name plate
We got wenches on the benches, and bitties with titties
Housing all girlies from city to city
One for all and all for one
Taking out MCs with a big shotgun
All for one and one for all
Because the Beastie Boys have gone AWOL
Friggin' in the riggin' and cuttin' your throat
Big biting suckers getting thrown in the moat
We got maidens and wenches, man ,they're on the ace
Captain Bly is gonna die when we break his face
Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Torching and crackin' and rhymin' and stealin'
Robbin' and raping, busting two in the ceiling
I'm wheeling', I'm dealin', I'm drinking, not thinking
Never cower, never shower, and I'm always stinking
Yo-ho-ho and a pint of Brass Monkey
And when my girlie shakes her hips, she sure gets funky
Skirt chasing, free basing, killing every village
We drink and rob and rhyme and pillage
Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
(I was drinking) I've been drinking my rum, a def son of a gun
(I fought the law) and I cold won
Blackbeard's weak, Moby Dick's on the chicks
'Cause I pull out the jammy and squeeze off six
My pistol is loaded, I shot Betty Crocker
Deliver Colonel Sanders down to Davey Jones' locker
Rhymin' and stealin' in a drunken state
And I'll be rockin' my rhymes all the way to Hell's gate
Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling
'Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most dillingest B-boy, I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most chillingest B-boy
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most killingest B-boy
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most dusted out B-boy, I'm tossin' my dust
Most finkinest B-boy, I'm doin' that finkin'
Most rhyminest B-boy, I'm stretchin' my shade
Most shootinest B-boy, I think you're shit
Most rhyminest B-boy, I'll steal your shit, homeboy
Most taxinest B-boy, I'll tax you, boy
Most illingest, illingest, illingest B-boy
Taxin' all y'all squares, yeah
Lyrics submitted by green_monkey
Rhymin' & Stealin' Lyrics as written by Adam Nathaniel Yauch Adam Keefe Horovitz
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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