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.
Apathy:
I'll break ya brain cells off at the stem
Ya status is stupider
Ap is a nuclear blast, heart blacker than Lucifer
I could sit and write a list of all the shit I would do to ya
Head so big, I'll rest my fitted cap on Jupiter
You ain't built like this, you're a soft carbon copy
A Care Bear, compared to a Autobot's body
The rap's like crack, I supply to the blocks
Drop pipes, cop mics, say goodbye to ya rocks
I'm a muthafuckin star, the status of John Lennon
Ya'll "Ordinary People", singin' to John Legend
Write a track dissin Ap? better "X" that out
I don't play that, like rap in a redneck's house
I could have ya brain cells spinnin' quicker than Spreewells
Ya female, e-mailin' me all ya details
I don't dig up dirt, I shake the Earth
And I never say names, I wouldn't waste the verse
Off of the top I'm hot, and when they dare me to write?
Prepare to carry the mic to burial site
I'm a pioneer, fuckin' up stereotypes
I snatched chains as a kid, made you carry ya bikes
I got an addiction to spittin', shit is heroin like
Story teller speak of Hell and the American plight
Money blower, funny though, it seems embarrassin' right?
Rock shows, blow the dough on a pair of Air Nike's all night
Tak:
You know the rules I cruise with a tough band
You in the fucking closet with brooms and a dustpan
I clean sweep your fleet body softening and gelling
And now you want a mic, yeah right
My life and your skeleton dummy
I'm in the place you can tell when it's bloody
I freakin pay for your face, trade and mail you the money
I'm ready and willing to watch ??? sever the flesh
Lets see if I don’t kill him in five seconds or less
I keep coming back like rashes on an infant
You don't want a chance to clash with the magnificent seven
Of us it's heaven but never enough
So I tighten the vice quick so his head will get crushed
I'm out of sight now deep in this music
Leaving them upside down fiending for new shit
Ribkat is the wrong pal to creep in the booth with
Blow a hole in your back just to eat him for soup dish
You bitch!
Celph Titled:
Yo the Demigodz stand for killers
More specifically we deadly entertainers, maniac ignorant Godzillas and we
Never took the route them other crooks took
Because we kept recipes for human flesh in my mother's cook book
You're souffléd in more ways then ten
Celph Titled's flow is choking the wind, my favorite past time is soaking in sin
The most accurate sharpshooter with no scope
Shoot with my left and watch you all die from second hand smoke
I'm repping my fans so you better act cool
My soul will make a Ouija board jump up and slap you dummy
You not thinking smart
I bust so many blammers and blinkers that I should start a rock band called Blinking Spark
Sinking sharks with no harpoons, my arsenal is sawblade carving tools sliding your coffin through
Apathy is insane and I'm the same as my brother
I'm like a circus show sniper, I aim for the juggler
Catch a case and before the judge could slam down the gavel
The whole room ducking and hide from grenade shrapnel
These rap verses I be breezing though
Because I'm like a celibate, under oath, un-fucking-believable
I'll break ya brain cells off at the stem
Ya status is stupider
Ap is a nuclear blast, heart blacker than Lucifer
I could sit and write a list of all the shit I would do to ya
Head so big, I'll rest my fitted cap on Jupiter
You ain't built like this, you're a soft carbon copy
A Care Bear, compared to a Autobot's body
The rap's like crack, I supply to the blocks
Drop pipes, cop mics, say goodbye to ya rocks
I'm a muthafuckin star, the status of John Lennon
Ya'll "Ordinary People", singin' to John Legend
Write a track dissin Ap? better "X" that out
I don't play that, like rap in a redneck's house
I could have ya brain cells spinnin' quicker than Spreewells
Ya female, e-mailin' me all ya details
I don't dig up dirt, I shake the Earth
And I never say names, I wouldn't waste the verse
Off of the top I'm hot, and when they dare me to write?
Prepare to carry the mic to burial site
I'm a pioneer, fuckin' up stereotypes
I snatched chains as a kid, made you carry ya bikes
I got an addiction to spittin', shit is heroin like
Story teller speak of Hell and the American plight
Money blower, funny though, it seems embarrassin' right?
Rock shows, blow the dough on a pair of Air Nike's all night
Tak:
You know the rules I cruise with a tough band
You in the fucking closet with brooms and a dustpan
I clean sweep your fleet body softening and gelling
And now you want a mic, yeah right
My life and your skeleton dummy
I'm in the place you can tell when it's bloody
I freakin pay for your face, trade and mail you the money
I'm ready and willing to watch ??? sever the flesh
Lets see if I don’t kill him in five seconds or less
I keep coming back like rashes on an infant
You don't want a chance to clash with the magnificent seven
Of us it's heaven but never enough
So I tighten the vice quick so his head will get crushed
I'm out of sight now deep in this music
Leaving them upside down fiending for new shit
Ribkat is the wrong pal to creep in the booth with
Blow a hole in your back just to eat him for soup dish
You bitch!
Celph Titled:
Yo the Demigodz stand for killers
More specifically we deadly entertainers, maniac ignorant Godzillas and we
Never took the route them other crooks took
Because we kept recipes for human flesh in my mother's cook book
You're souffléd in more ways then ten
Celph Titled's flow is choking the wind, my favorite past time is soaking in sin
The most accurate sharpshooter with no scope
Shoot with my left and watch you all die from second hand smoke
I'm repping my fans so you better act cool
My soul will make a Ouija board jump up and slap you dummy
You not thinking smart
I bust so many blammers and blinkers that I should start a rock band called Blinking Spark
Sinking sharks with no harpoons, my arsenal is sawblade carving tools sliding your coffin through
Apathy is insane and I'm the same as my brother
I'm like a circus show sniper, I aim for the juggler
Catch a case and before the judge could slam down the gavel
The whole room ducking and hide from grenade shrapnel
These rap verses I be breezing though
Because I'm like a celibate, under oath, un-fucking-believable
Lyrics submitted by L-Kyne
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beating the fuk and hating people u dont like. Simple