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.
I came to introduce a new type of juice
Stuff I invents to make you feel real loose
No you don't drink it, just let it sink it
Then start feelin' it (The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!)
People ask, "Why do you sound so funny?"
They must be talkin' 'bout my funky nasal vocal money
I take control, no need to blow my nose
Just click on the chumpy and feel the funky flows
For you and your bros, him and his hoes
You don't like it? Here's my dick, bite it
There's nuttin you can do about the real one
It's a ill sum with the ill juice, I'm The Phuncky Feel One
Sen'll Psycobeta, blast ya if he has to
Tell 'em Sen (I'm the Psycobeta master!)
Strikin' ya (hittin' ya) buckin' ya (Fuckin' ya)
Like my buddha plant boy, I'm gonna keep pluckin' ya
Pickin' ya, then I'm gonna roll you up and light ya
Despite your booty in sight to take my joint
To get to my point, I'm talkin' about a ill trip
The Funky Cypress Hill Shit
The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!
The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!
The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!
The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!
Let me tell you what happens when you squeeze, you're juiceless
You can't get loose, so now you're useless
Can't feel the funk so I guess I'll pump the wrist
How 'bout this mug, kiss my blunt?
Right into ya, now you're feelin', the chemicals vibin'
Are you realizin', that, it's gettin' better?
Surprisin' you, whether or not, your shit's together
From the high-pitched levels (Comin' from my huevos)
Cypress Hill imported it, boiled it in steam
But yo everything ain't what it seems
'Cause the Cypress Hill material luxurious superior
Glory or memorial, historical physical
Ingredients, gettin' that immediate blend
Yo Sen take aim, and let the juice now extend
Yeah I'm still comin' atcha, but you don't need to duck down
'Cause this is somethin' different than a Psychobetabuckdown!
The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!
The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!
The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!
The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!
Kick that shit B-Real!
Intellect filthy umm lingo
Dissed you, I control elements, suck on slow
(To get you all jazzed) From here to Tallahassee
This ain't Florida, so put away the O.J
Never in your life will you wet this
This crazy business, now you're thinkin' ay que pinga
Tremenda, re cinda it's good like some cheeba
The formula will run ya I'll start takin' up a list
So you can get blitzed and you feel your head's twisted
Now insisted, you feel it to the brim
Yo I ain't him, I could never be them
This ain't poison, so let's go out on a limb
For the boys and girls who haven't had it yet
If you get too much, and roll it too straight
Yo it's a fatal blow, somethin' like a K.O.
Yeah it'll sting ya, fria cojones
See ya, I'm on it, somethin' for the blunted
Just what you wanted, so you can feel the high
Smokin' the buddha thai
Lungs expandin' and now you're feelin' it
Yeah, The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!
The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!
The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!
The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!
The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!
Stuff I invents to make you feel real loose
No you don't drink it, just let it sink it
Then start feelin' it (The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!)
People ask, "Why do you sound so funny?"
They must be talkin' 'bout my funky nasal vocal money
I take control, no need to blow my nose
Just click on the chumpy and feel the funky flows
For you and your bros, him and his hoes
You don't like it? Here's my dick, bite it
There's nuttin you can do about the real one
It's a ill sum with the ill juice, I'm The Phuncky Feel One
Sen'll Psycobeta, blast ya if he has to
Tell 'em Sen (I'm the Psycobeta master!)
Strikin' ya (hittin' ya) buckin' ya (Fuckin' ya)
Like my buddha plant boy, I'm gonna keep pluckin' ya
Pickin' ya, then I'm gonna roll you up and light ya
Despite your booty in sight to take my joint
To get to my point, I'm talkin' about a ill trip
The Funky Cypress Hill Shit
The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!
The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!
The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!
The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!
Let me tell you what happens when you squeeze, you're juiceless
You can't get loose, so now you're useless
Can't feel the funk so I guess I'll pump the wrist
How 'bout this mug, kiss my blunt?
Right into ya, now you're feelin', the chemicals vibin'
Are you realizin', that, it's gettin' better?
Surprisin' you, whether or not, your shit's together
From the high-pitched levels (Comin' from my huevos)
Cypress Hill imported it, boiled it in steam
But yo everything ain't what it seems
'Cause the Cypress Hill material luxurious superior
Glory or memorial, historical physical
Ingredients, gettin' that immediate blend
Yo Sen take aim, and let the juice now extend
Yeah I'm still comin' atcha, but you don't need to duck down
'Cause this is somethin' different than a Psychobetabuckdown!
The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!
The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!
The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!
The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!
Kick that shit B-Real!
Intellect filthy umm lingo
Dissed you, I control elements, suck on slow
(To get you all jazzed) From here to Tallahassee
This ain't Florida, so put away the O.J
Never in your life will you wet this
This crazy business, now you're thinkin' ay que pinga
Tremenda, re cinda it's good like some cheeba
The formula will run ya I'll start takin' up a list
So you can get blitzed and you feel your head's twisted
Now insisted, you feel it to the brim
Yo I ain't him, I could never be them
This ain't poison, so let's go out on a limb
For the boys and girls who haven't had it yet
If you get too much, and roll it too straight
Yo it's a fatal blow, somethin' like a K.O.
Yeah it'll sting ya, fria cojones
See ya, I'm on it, somethin' for the blunted
Just what you wanted, so you can feel the high
Smokin' the buddha thai
Lungs expandin' and now you're feelin' it
Yeah, The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!
The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!
The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!
The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!
The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!
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