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.
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
(Where the fuck is the-)
Cocaine for my breakfast (what?)
Hold that pistol, ambidextrous, uh (yuh, yuh)
Pussy boy talk reckless (ayy)
He might end up on a stretcher, uh (yuh, bitch)
Fuck with my set (ayy)
You get wet, like a pussy, yuh (yuh, yuh)
Sauce, what I spilled (yuh, yuh)
On my kilt, she need milk, okay like (ayy, ayy)
Xxx on a Killstreak, huh (bitch)
You pussy niggas, Rice Krispie, uh (what?)
Fuck a white bitch on a 6 speed (yuh)
6 stars like GTA, kill me, uh (fuck)
It's more money I'm getting (ayy)
If a nigga tryna take, wig splitting 'em (ayy)
Shouts out to my Zoe, they killed my VRO (yuh, yuh)
So, bitch, off rip now, I'm like (ayy)
Mama raised a soldier (huh, yuh)
Not no bitch, not no bitch, yuh (yuh, what?)
Mama raised a soldier (huh, yuh)
Not no bitch, not no bitch, uh (yuh, ayy)
Mama raised a soldier (yuh, yuh)
Not no bitch, not no bitch, uh (yuh, ayy)
Mama raised a soldier (yuh, what?)
Not no bitch, not no bitch, yuh (huh)
Mama raised a soldier (huh, yuh)
Not no bitch, not no bitch, ayy (yuh, okay, you alright?)
R.I.P. my Zoe, ayy (yuh, uh)
R.I.P. my Zoe, okay (uh, yuh)
R.I.P. my Zoe, ayy (huh, yuh)
R.I.P. my Zoe, okay (hey, al-alright?)
R.I.P. my Zoe, yuh (yuh, yuh)
R.I.P. my Zoe, okay (yuh, yuh)
R.I.P. my soul (ayy, my who?)
Yuh (rest in peace, my soul, man)
Ayy (yuh, man)
TY
Bitch
I got my Andy Capp's in this bitch
I'm 'bout to sip this motherfuckin' water
That's not even water
I stole that boy's shit (where the fuck is the-)
Ayy
Came from the dirt, you can't hit my purp
Said my diamonds wetter than some sweat, absurd
Gold up on my wrist's lookin' sunny, Big Bird
Hit 'em with the, hit 'em with the numbers like a nerd
Ayy, let's slide sixth wall, I'm tied
Call my pockets knotty 'cause they sloppy, oh, my
I could be Xzibit, might pimp my ride
Wet pleasure rather pay the Rafs, like Christ
Hit my bitch like Bruno, uh
Get a bitch wet, no Juno, uh
Put it in her mouth like Uno, uh
Chest, all Polo like, "Kudos!", ayy
Dog-ass nigga like Cujo, uh
Face card bad who you know, ayy
She all wet like fructose, ayy
Diamonds on like they cheat codes, ayy
(Where the fuck is the-)
Cocaine for my breakfast (what?)
Hold that pistol, ambidextrous, uh (yuh, yuh)
Pussy boy talk reckless (ayy)
He might end up on a stretcher, uh (yuh, bitch)
Fuck with my set (ayy)
You get wet, like a pussy, yuh (yuh, yuh)
Sauce, what I spilled (yuh, yuh)
On my kilt, she need milk, okay like (ayy, ayy)
Xxx on a Killstreak, huh (bitch)
You pussy niggas, Rice Krispie, uh (what?)
Fuck a white bitch on a 6 speed (yuh)
6 stars like GTA, kill me, uh (fuck)
It's more money I'm getting (ayy)
If a nigga tryna take, wig splitting 'em (ayy)
Shouts out to my Zoe, they killed my VRO (yuh, yuh)
So, bitch, off rip now, I'm like (ayy)
Mama raised a soldier (huh, yuh)
Not no bitch, not no bitch, yuh (yuh, what?)
Mama raised a soldier (huh, yuh)
Not no bitch, not no bitch, uh (yuh, ayy)
Mama raised a soldier (yuh, yuh)
Not no bitch, not no bitch, uh (yuh, ayy)
Mama raised a soldier (yuh, what?)
Not no bitch, not no bitch, yuh (huh)
Mama raised a soldier (huh, yuh)
Not no bitch, not no bitch, ayy (yuh, okay, you alright?)
R.I.P. my Zoe, ayy (yuh, uh)
R.I.P. my Zoe, okay (uh, yuh)
R.I.P. my Zoe, ayy (huh, yuh)
R.I.P. my Zoe, okay (hey, al-alright?)
R.I.P. my Zoe, yuh (yuh, yuh)
R.I.P. my Zoe, okay (yuh, yuh)
R.I.P. my soul (ayy, my who?)
Yuh (rest in peace, my soul, man)
Ayy (yuh, man)
TY
Bitch
I got my Andy Capp's in this bitch
I'm 'bout to sip this motherfuckin' water
That's not even water
I stole that boy's shit (where the fuck is the-)
Ayy
Came from the dirt, you can't hit my purp
Said my diamonds wetter than some sweat, absurd
Gold up on my wrist's lookin' sunny, Big Bird
Hit 'em with the, hit 'em with the numbers like a nerd
Ayy, let's slide sixth wall, I'm tied
Call my pockets knotty 'cause they sloppy, oh, my
I could be Xzibit, might pimp my ride
Wet pleasure rather pay the Rafs, like Christ
Hit my bitch like Bruno, uh
Get a bitch wet, no Juno, uh
Put it in her mouth like Uno, uh
Chest, all Polo like, "Kudos!", ayy
Dog-ass nigga like Cujo, uh
Face card bad who you know, ayy
She all wet like fructose, ayy
Diamonds on like they cheat codes, ayy
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
RIP Roach Lyrics as written by Jahseh Onfroy Stokeley Goulbourne
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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