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.
(Talking)
These faggot ass niggas
Eyo Buck, word to mother
Yeah they had young Malcom silenced too long baby!
They can't fucking hold me down nigga,
What the fuck these niggas thought
It's the I.N.C nigga, it's murder
M.I.B nigga
Murder I.N.C bosses... Mother fucker
Ja Rule huh
Eyo Buck turn this shit up in my mother fucking headphones, turn me up niggas
Fuck these faggots haha
This real nigga
Eyo word to mother,
FUCK U LOOSE CHANGE, YOU FAGGOT!
FEMINEM I'M GONNA SLAP THE SHIT OUT OF YOU BITCH!
Murder Inc. niggas
How many niggas hold they heat like Rule?
Sidearm, barrel to mouth to blow your head out through the south,
And let 'Lil J get to airin' you out,
And if theres any change left I toss ya on down to the west,
N let (westside) the road ride down on ya,
California, love is what you crave so your grave it gon' read,
Hear lied fifty who snitched on many, that half a dollar, that nickel, them dimes and died like a penny,
And Murder Inc. will send their deepest condolences and sympathies to Aftermath, to Shady, Interscope and Jimmy Iovine,
You know ya team they really some pee-ons, getting peed on n leaked on.
I'm talking about faggot ass gay Dre Young!
And Suge told me bout how you used to take transvestites home an occasionaly wear thongs,
No wonder feminem be cross dressing in pumps and tight 'lil dresses,
My pumps they leave big messes,
And i know the 'Truth Hurts' when i bus records,
Battle of the sexes, is that a woman or a man?
I really don't care to stand but Fifty you gon' get shot again,
By the M-U-R-D-E-R Inc
I'm the rapper that sings, totes guns and blades,
And these Fed's can't discuss 'em
Cos while he's violating using his past troubles and crying bitch to Russell like,
'They shootin'... Ah makes ya shook n got Bus rhyming the same old hook.
'They shootin'... I aint shoot up ya land
I'd put you in the coroner van
Like my nigga J *mwah*
The Vanguish will be the ghetto car when I clap at ya garage,
And em, what's the du-rag for?
You never gonna have braids
You never know black pain... but you can become the first white rapper slain.
Just get your money man,
The Inc is running things
Hideout with loose change
And you nigga Ima send you to mommy,
With strict orders from Gotti to hide the body,
And Dre your days coming too, cos I got a team of misfits thats quiet and handle they buisness, cause...
'I'm shootin'... at all y'all niggas
N 'Lil Mo you just one of them bitches,
Who ain't had a hot song in how long? Never?
You better off with a dick in your mouth,
Shut up!
Em ya claim your mothers a crackhead and Kims a known slut so what's Hallie gon be when she grows up?
These faggot ass niggas
Eyo Buck, word to mother
Yeah they had young Malcom silenced too long baby!
They can't fucking hold me down nigga,
What the fuck these niggas thought
It's the I.N.C nigga, it's murder
M.I.B nigga
Murder I.N.C bosses... Mother fucker
Ja Rule huh
Eyo Buck turn this shit up in my mother fucking headphones, turn me up niggas
Fuck these faggots haha
This real nigga
Eyo word to mother,
FUCK U LOOSE CHANGE, YOU FAGGOT!
FEMINEM I'M GONNA SLAP THE SHIT OUT OF YOU BITCH!
Murder Inc. niggas
How many niggas hold they heat like Rule?
Sidearm, barrel to mouth to blow your head out through the south,
And let 'Lil J get to airin' you out,
And if theres any change left I toss ya on down to the west,
N let (westside) the road ride down on ya,
California, love is what you crave so your grave it gon' read,
Hear lied fifty who snitched on many, that half a dollar, that nickel, them dimes and died like a penny,
And Murder Inc. will send their deepest condolences and sympathies to Aftermath, to Shady, Interscope and Jimmy Iovine,
You know ya team they really some pee-ons, getting peed on n leaked on.
I'm talking about faggot ass gay Dre Young!
And Suge told me bout how you used to take transvestites home an occasionaly wear thongs,
No wonder feminem be cross dressing in pumps and tight 'lil dresses,
My pumps they leave big messes,
And i know the 'Truth Hurts' when i bus records,
Battle of the sexes, is that a woman or a man?
I really don't care to stand but Fifty you gon' get shot again,
By the M-U-R-D-E-R Inc
I'm the rapper that sings, totes guns and blades,
And these Fed's can't discuss 'em
Cos while he's violating using his past troubles and crying bitch to Russell like,
'They shootin'... Ah makes ya shook n got Bus rhyming the same old hook.
'They shootin'... I aint shoot up ya land
I'd put you in the coroner van
Like my nigga J *mwah*
The Vanguish will be the ghetto car when I clap at ya garage,
And em, what's the du-rag for?
You never gonna have braids
You never know black pain... but you can become the first white rapper slain.
Just get your money man,
The Inc is running things
Hideout with loose change
And you nigga Ima send you to mommy,
With strict orders from Gotti to hide the body,
And Dre your days coming too, cos I got a team of misfits thats quiet and handle they buisness, cause...
'I'm shootin'... at all y'all niggas
N 'Lil Mo you just one of them bitches,
Who ain't had a hot song in how long? Never?
You better off with a dick in your mouth,
Shut up!
Em ya claim your mothers a crackhead and Kims a known slut so what's Hallie gon be when she grows up?
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Madd elibber i congratulate you on listening to one of tupac's songs... that makes you a true gangsta (you faggot)... big n pac said they were gonna kill each other losers so accept that is part of 'beef' and enjoy the rawness... "ooohhh ja crossed the line" - give me a break "that's why i fucked your bitch you fat motherfucker"...u wanna diss pac for that??? oh woops i probably just quoted a song you commercial bitches have never heard... "G unit would beat Ja" fuck off... they would beat him in a cock sucking competiton that's all...