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 love you
I-I-I, I-I-I I love you
I love-I love-I love, I love you
I-I-I-I-I-I, I love you
I-I-I-I-I-i love, I-I love you
I love, I-I-I, I love you
I-I-I-I-I-I love you
I-I-I-I-I-I love you
I-I love you
I love you
I-I-love-, I-I
I-I love-love-love you-you-you
I love-, love-love you-you-you
Yo, if that girl knows where you stay, that's poor
Some whore banging on your door what for?
Pregnant? What're you talking about this for
Fifteen, she's underage, that's raw
And against law 5 years or more
And she wants a score and half of a draw
That's the kind of friend that you try and ignore
That whore got you pinned down to the floor
But it's your own fault you said three magic words (I love you)
When that's the one for the birds
When you said that she forgot other boys
Its over you better start buying the toys
There was no intention in front of your wife
That she knows this that she's ending your life
It's a real shame you got hacked by the whores
It's a real shame that kid probably ain't yours
That girl' some bitch you know?
She keep calling my phone
She don't leave me alone
She just moan and groan
She just keep ringin' me at home
These days I don't answer my phone
That boy' some prick you know?
All up in my hair
Thinks that I care
Keeps following me here
Keeps following me there
These days I can't go no where
Ain't that your girl?
Nah, it ain't my girl
I swear that's your girl
Course it ain't my girl
She got juiced up
Oh well
She got chatted up
Oh well
I swear that's your man
I ain't got no man
You was with that man
He was just any man
He got hotted up
Oh well
He got whacked up
Oh well (alright)
She's a bad girl I'ma buss doe
Captain Rosco with a crossbow
She came she got picked off yo
Nah its not a love ting, get lost hoe
Dizzy rascal come down like snow
With freezing cold flows like Moscow
Dumb hoe, get me upset, guns blow
Bitch, you're not ready for skid row
Leap low dizzy rascal dig low
Big feet for the force with my big toe
I got no chaps, no chains not much doe
Get juiced but you don't get love though
Don't slap or you might get a ho-hoe
Jambo coming through like Rambo
Love ting takes two like tango
But she ain't my wifey she can go
That girl' some bitch ya know
She keep calling my phone
She don't leave me alone
She just moan and groan
She just keep ringin' me at home
These days I don't answer my phone
That boy' some prick you know?
All up in my hair
Thinks that I care
Keeps following me here
Keeps following me there
These days I can't go no where
Ain't that your girl?
Nah, it ain't my girl
I swear that's your girl
Course it ain't my girl
She got juiced up
Oh well
She got chatted up
Oh well
I swear that's your man
I ain't got no man
You was with that man
He was just any man
He got hotted up
Oh well
He got whacked up
Oh well (listen)
I like your girl so you better look after your girl
Or I might just take your girl and make your girl my girl
Switch your girl with Michelle
Switch Michelle with Chantelle
Play Chantelle with Shennele
Lyrical clientele but I ain't a bow cat, I don't like the smell
I'm gonna go through a shell and make a boy feel unwell
That girl's from school, that girl's from college
That girl gives brains, that girl gives knowledge
That girl gives head, that girl gives shines
That girl gives bj's at all times
She looks decent, she looks fine
But don't talk about wifey she's not mine
She got batches, 6 in a line, believe me that's not a good sign
That girl' some bitch ya know
She keep calling my phone
She don't leave me alone
She just moan and groan
She just keep ringin' me at home
These days I don't answer my phone
That boy' some prick you know?
All up in my hair
Thinks that I care
Keeps following me here
Keeps following me there
These days I can't go no where
Ain't that your girl?
Nah, it ain't my girl
I swear that's your girl
Course it ain't my girl
She got juiced up
Oh well
She got chatted up
Oh well
I swear that's your man
I ain't got no man
You was with that man
He was just any man
He got hotted up
Oh well
He got whacked up
Oh well (listen)
Uh, Dizzee Rascal (love you, I-I, love you)
Roll Deep (I love-love-love, I love-love you-you)
It's all love, ha ha (I love you, I-you, I-you, love-love)
2000 and slew, get me (I love you, I-I love you-you)
Damn right I'm articulate, I'm not an idiot (I-I)
Dem boy nah ready yet, trend they could never set (I-I)
This is the next step, I write the 2-step (I-I)
Niggas better get set, I'll make your girl wet (I-I-I-I-I-I)
I'm articulate, I'm not an idiot (I-I)
Dem boy nah ready yet, trend they could never set (I-I)
This is the next step, I write the 2-step (I-I)
Niggas better get set, I'll make your girl wet (I-I-I I love you-you-you you)
I-I-I, I-I-I I love you
I love-I love-I love, I love you
I-I-I-I-I-I, I love you
I-I-I-I-I-i love, I-I love you
I love, I-I-I, I love you
I-I-I-I-I-I love you
I-I-I-I-I-I love you
I-I love you
I love you
I-I-love-, I-I
I-I love-love-love you-you-you
I love-, love-love you-you-you
Yo, if that girl knows where you stay, that's poor
Some whore banging on your door what for?
Pregnant? What're you talking about this for
Fifteen, she's underage, that's raw
And against law 5 years or more
And she wants a score and half of a draw
That's the kind of friend that you try and ignore
That whore got you pinned down to the floor
But it's your own fault you said three magic words (I love you)
When that's the one for the birds
When you said that she forgot other boys
Its over you better start buying the toys
There was no intention in front of your wife
That she knows this that she's ending your life
It's a real shame you got hacked by the whores
It's a real shame that kid probably ain't yours
That girl' some bitch you know?
She keep calling my phone
She don't leave me alone
She just moan and groan
She just keep ringin' me at home
These days I don't answer my phone
That boy' some prick you know?
All up in my hair
Thinks that I care
Keeps following me here
Keeps following me there
These days I can't go no where
Ain't that your girl?
Nah, it ain't my girl
I swear that's your girl
Course it ain't my girl
She got juiced up
Oh well
She got chatted up
Oh well
I swear that's your man
I ain't got no man
You was with that man
He was just any man
He got hotted up
Oh well
He got whacked up
Oh well (alright)
She's a bad girl I'ma buss doe
Captain Rosco with a crossbow
She came she got picked off yo
Nah its not a love ting, get lost hoe
Dizzy rascal come down like snow
With freezing cold flows like Moscow
Dumb hoe, get me upset, guns blow
Bitch, you're not ready for skid row
Leap low dizzy rascal dig low
Big feet for the force with my big toe
I got no chaps, no chains not much doe
Get juiced but you don't get love though
Don't slap or you might get a ho-hoe
Jambo coming through like Rambo
Love ting takes two like tango
But she ain't my wifey she can go
That girl' some bitch ya know
She keep calling my phone
She don't leave me alone
She just moan and groan
She just keep ringin' me at home
These days I don't answer my phone
That boy' some prick you know?
All up in my hair
Thinks that I care
Keeps following me here
Keeps following me there
These days I can't go no where
Ain't that your girl?
Nah, it ain't my girl
I swear that's your girl
Course it ain't my girl
She got juiced up
Oh well
She got chatted up
Oh well
I swear that's your man
I ain't got no man
You was with that man
He was just any man
He got hotted up
Oh well
He got whacked up
Oh well (listen)
I like your girl so you better look after your girl
Or I might just take your girl and make your girl my girl
Switch your girl with Michelle
Switch Michelle with Chantelle
Play Chantelle with Shennele
Lyrical clientele but I ain't a bow cat, I don't like the smell
I'm gonna go through a shell and make a boy feel unwell
That girl's from school, that girl's from college
That girl gives brains, that girl gives knowledge
That girl gives head, that girl gives shines
That girl gives bj's at all times
She looks decent, she looks fine
But don't talk about wifey she's not mine
She got batches, 6 in a line, believe me that's not a good sign
That girl' some bitch ya know
She keep calling my phone
She don't leave me alone
She just moan and groan
She just keep ringin' me at home
These days I don't answer my phone
That boy' some prick you know?
All up in my hair
Thinks that I care
Keeps following me here
Keeps following me there
These days I can't go no where
Ain't that your girl?
Nah, it ain't my girl
I swear that's your girl
Course it ain't my girl
She got juiced up
Oh well
She got chatted up
Oh well
I swear that's your man
I ain't got no man
You was with that man
He was just any man
He got hotted up
Oh well
He got whacked up
Oh well (listen)
Uh, Dizzee Rascal (love you, I-I, love you)
Roll Deep (I love-love-love, I love-love you-you)
It's all love, ha ha (I love you, I-you, I-you, love-love)
2000 and slew, get me (I love you, I-I love you-you)
Damn right I'm articulate, I'm not an idiot (I-I)
Dem boy nah ready yet, trend they could never set (I-I)
This is the next step, I write the 2-step (I-I)
Niggas better get set, I'll make your girl wet (I-I-I-I-I-I)
I'm articulate, I'm not an idiot (I-I)
Dem boy nah ready yet, trend they could never set (I-I)
This is the next step, I write the 2-step (I-I)
Niggas better get set, I'll make your girl wet (I-I-I I love you-you-you you)
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I Luv U Lyrics as written by Dylan Kwabena Mills
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This song is about a youth culture gone sexually crazy with ideas of lust confused as love...and a badass song to say the least, one of my favorites off of Boy in Da Corner.