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.
[Intro]
This motherfucker here, just won't shut up will you?
Talk about I owe you, bitch you owe me
I'm promoting you right now
Man lets put the nail in his coffin
[Chorus]
I don't wanna be like this
I don't really wanna hurt no feelings
But I'm only bein real when I say nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap
Old men have heart attacks
and I don't want to be responsible for that so
Put the mic down and walk away
You can still have a little bit of dignity
[verse 1]
I would never claim to be no, Ray Benzino,
an 83 year old fake Pachino,
So how can he hold me over some balcony
without throwin' his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me,
Please don't, you'll probably fall with me
and our asses will both be history,
But then again you'll finally get your wish,
cuz you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent
Fuckin punk pussy fuck you chump
gimme a one-on-one see if I dont fuck you up
Tryin to jump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track thats how much you suck
dick in the industry, swear that you in the streets hustlin
You sit behind a fuckin' desk at The Source butt-kissin'
and beggin' motherfuckers for guest appearances
and you can even get the clearances cuz real lyricists
don't even respect you or take you serious
It's not that we don't like you, we hate you - period
Talk about a mid-life crisis damn
last week you was shakin' Obie Trice's hand
Now hes a busta? What the fucks with that?
Get on a track dissin' us kissin' 50's ass
and askin' me what I know about inditements-bite me
bitch I got two cases, and probation - fight me!
What do I know about standin' in front of a judge like a man
ready to take whatever sentence he hands
What you know about your wife slicin her wrists
right in front of the only thing you have in this world - a little girl?
And I put that on her, when this is all over
I would never try to make her a star and eat off her
I don't know shit about no shoppin rocks
But what you know about hip-hop shops rockin' spots?
When your the only white boy in that bitch just rippin
pressin' up your own flyers and your stickers stickin
them bitches up after spendin' six hours at Kinkos
Just makin' copys of your covers of cassette singles
and sell them out the trunk of your Tracer
Spendin' your whole paychecks at Disc Makers
What you know about bein' bullied over half your life?
Oh that's right, you should know what that's like, your half white
Vanilla Ice,spill the beans and rice, I'm eaten you alive inside
Jesus Christ, if you're that much of a gangster, put the mic down
You should be out killin motherfuckers right now
Kill a motherfucker dead, kill'em dead bitch
Shoot'em in the fuckin' head, go ahead bitch
Slap my mom, slap the fuck outta her!
She can't sue you, she wouldnt get a buck out of you
Cuz your broke as fuck you suck your a fuckin' joke
If you was really sellin coke, well then what the fuck
you stop for dummy? If you slew some crack
you'd make alot more money than you do from rap
You never had no security, you'll never be famous
You'll never now what its like to be rich, lifes a bitch aint it?
Raymond, here, let me break this shit down in lamens
terms for you just to make sure that you can understand this
and Canibus they usin too many complicated fuckin words for you
Here then let me slow it down for you
so you can understand if I say it slower:
Let it go dawg it's over
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Haha
Talkin' bout I have motherfuckers callin' your crib
bitch you ain't even got a fuckin' crib
You ain't even got a fuckin' phone, fuckin' Bum
Threatened to shut me down at your little fuckin' Source magazine
if I come back then you would attack me, bitch you attacked me first
take it like a man and shut the fuck up
and fuck your little magazine too
I don't need your fuckin' magazine, I got Double X L's number anywayz
And yall cant stand it cuz there gettin' bigger than yall
oh, and by the way, how'd I look on the V-M-A's?
When you was watchin' me from whatever fuckin TV you was watchin' me from in Boston
The mean streets of Boston, fuckin' sissy
Like you got us scared in the motherfucker, suck our motherfuckin' dicks
Oh, and for those thats dont know, dont get it twisted yo', the Source has a white owner
This motherfucker here, just won't shut up will you?
Talk about I owe you, bitch you owe me
I'm promoting you right now
Man lets put the nail in his coffin
[Chorus]
I don't wanna be like this
I don't really wanna hurt no feelings
But I'm only bein real when I say nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap
Old men have heart attacks
and I don't want to be responsible for that so
Put the mic down and walk away
You can still have a little bit of dignity
[verse 1]
I would never claim to be no, Ray Benzino,
an 83 year old fake Pachino,
So how can he hold me over some balcony
without throwin' his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me,
Please don't, you'll probably fall with me
and our asses will both be history,
But then again you'll finally get your wish,
cuz you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent
Fuckin punk pussy fuck you chump
gimme a one-on-one see if I dont fuck you up
Tryin to jump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track thats how much you suck
dick in the industry, swear that you in the streets hustlin
You sit behind a fuckin' desk at The Source butt-kissin'
and beggin' motherfuckers for guest appearances
and you can even get the clearances cuz real lyricists
don't even respect you or take you serious
It's not that we don't like you, we hate you - period
Talk about a mid-life crisis damn
last week you was shakin' Obie Trice's hand
Now hes a busta? What the fucks with that?
Get on a track dissin' us kissin' 50's ass
and askin' me what I know about inditements-bite me
bitch I got two cases, and probation - fight me!
What do I know about standin' in front of a judge like a man
ready to take whatever sentence he hands
What you know about your wife slicin her wrists
right in front of the only thing you have in this world - a little girl?
And I put that on her, when this is all over
I would never try to make her a star and eat off her
I don't know shit about no shoppin rocks
But what you know about hip-hop shops rockin' spots?
When your the only white boy in that bitch just rippin
pressin' up your own flyers and your stickers stickin
them bitches up after spendin' six hours at Kinkos
Just makin' copys of your covers of cassette singles
and sell them out the trunk of your Tracer
Spendin' your whole paychecks at Disc Makers
What you know about bein' bullied over half your life?
Oh that's right, you should know what that's like, your half white
Vanilla Ice,spill the beans and rice, I'm eaten you alive inside
Jesus Christ, if you're that much of a gangster, put the mic down
You should be out killin motherfuckers right now
Kill a motherfucker dead, kill'em dead bitch
Shoot'em in the fuckin' head, go ahead bitch
Slap my mom, slap the fuck outta her!
She can't sue you, she wouldnt get a buck out of you
Cuz your broke as fuck you suck your a fuckin' joke
If you was really sellin coke, well then what the fuck
you stop for dummy? If you slew some crack
you'd make alot more money than you do from rap
You never had no security, you'll never be famous
You'll never now what its like to be rich, lifes a bitch aint it?
Raymond, here, let me break this shit down in lamens
terms for you just to make sure that you can understand this
and Canibus they usin too many complicated fuckin words for you
Here then let me slow it down for you
so you can understand if I say it slower:
Let it go dawg it's over
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Haha
Talkin' bout I have motherfuckers callin' your crib
bitch you ain't even got a fuckin' crib
You ain't even got a fuckin' phone, fuckin' Bum
Threatened to shut me down at your little fuckin' Source magazine
if I come back then you would attack me, bitch you attacked me first
take it like a man and shut the fuck up
and fuck your little magazine too
I don't need your fuckin' magazine, I got Double X L's number anywayz
And yall cant stand it cuz there gettin' bigger than yall
oh, and by the way, how'd I look on the V-M-A's?
When you was watchin' me from whatever fuckin TV you was watchin' me from in Boston
The mean streets of Boston, fuckin' sissy
Like you got us scared in the motherfucker, suck our motherfuckin' dicks
Oh, and for those thats dont know, dont get it twisted yo', the Source has a white owner
Lyrics submitted by BLuweesH
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it's not like we don't like you we hate you period