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.
Uh
Uh, what?
As we proceed, to give you what you need
Nine-five, motherfuckers
Get live, motherfuckers
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance (check it out, uh)
Biggie, gimme one more chance (lyrically I'm)
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance (uh, uh)
Biggie (what?), gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance (uh, Junior M.A.F.I.A.)
Biggie (uh, Junior M.A.F.I.A.), gimme one more chance (uh)
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
First things first, I Poppa, freaks all the honeys
Dummies, Playboy bunnies, those wanting money
Those the ones I like 'cause they don't get nathan
But penetration unless it smells like sanitation
Garbage, I turn like doorknobs
Heartthrob never, Black and ugly as ever
However, I stay Coogi down to the socks
Rings and watch filled with rocks
And my jam knock in your Mitsubishi
Girls pee-pee when they see me
Navajos creep me in they teepee
As I lay down laws like I lay carpet
Stop it if you think they gonna make a profit
Don't see my ones, don't see my guns, get it?
Now tell your friends Poppa hit it, then split it
In two as I flow with the Junior M.A.F.I.A.
I don't know what the hell is stopping ya
I'm clocking ya, Versace shades watching ya
Once ya grin, I'm in, game begins
First I talk about how I dress in this
In diamond necklaces, stretch Lexuses
The sex is just immaculate from the back
I get deeper and deeper, help you reach the
Climax that your man can't make
Call him, tell him you'll be home real late
And sing the break, uh
Biggie, give me (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
One more
Give me one more
Chance and make me
Gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
She's sick of that song on how it's so long
Thought he worked his until I handled my biz
There I is, major pain like Damon Wayans
Low down, dirty even, like his brother Keenan
Schemin', don't leave your girl 'round me
True player for real, ask Puff Daddy
You ringing bells with bags from Chanel
Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel
Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell
She beeped me, meet me at twelve
Where you at? Flipping jobs, paying car notes?
While I'm swimming in your women like the breast stroke
Right stroke, left stroke was the best stroke
Death stroke, tongue all down her throat
Nothing left to do but send her home to you
I'm through, can you sing the song for me boo?
Biggie, give me (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
One more
Give me one more (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
Chance and make me
Gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
So what's it gonna be? Him or me? (Uh)
We can cruise the world with pearls, gator boots for girls
The envy of all women, crushed linen
Cartier wrist-wear with diamonds in 'em
The finest women I love with a passion
Ya man's a wimp, I give that ass a good thrashin'
High fashion, flying into all states
Sexing me while your man masturbates
Isn't this great? Your flight leaves at eight
Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds
Lyrically I'm supposed to represent
I'm not only a client, I'm the player President
Biggie, give me (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
One more
Give me one more
Chance and make me
Gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
Uh, what?
As we proceed, to give you what you need
Nine-five, motherfuckers
Get live, motherfuckers
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance (check it out, uh)
Biggie, gimme one more chance (lyrically I'm)
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance (uh, uh)
Biggie (what?), gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance (uh, Junior M.A.F.I.A.)
Biggie (uh, Junior M.A.F.I.A.), gimme one more chance (uh)
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
First things first, I Poppa, freaks all the honeys
Dummies, Playboy bunnies, those wanting money
Those the ones I like 'cause they don't get nathan
But penetration unless it smells like sanitation
Garbage, I turn like doorknobs
Heartthrob never, Black and ugly as ever
However, I stay Coogi down to the socks
Rings and watch filled with rocks
And my jam knock in your Mitsubishi
Girls pee-pee when they see me
Navajos creep me in they teepee
As I lay down laws like I lay carpet
Stop it if you think they gonna make a profit
Don't see my ones, don't see my guns, get it?
Now tell your friends Poppa hit it, then split it
In two as I flow with the Junior M.A.F.I.A.
I don't know what the hell is stopping ya
I'm clocking ya, Versace shades watching ya
Once ya grin, I'm in, game begins
First I talk about how I dress in this
In diamond necklaces, stretch Lexuses
The sex is just immaculate from the back
I get deeper and deeper, help you reach the
Climax that your man can't make
Call him, tell him you'll be home real late
And sing the break, uh
Biggie, give me (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
One more
Give me one more
Chance and make me
Gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
She's sick of that song on how it's so long
Thought he worked his until I handled my biz
There I is, major pain like Damon Wayans
Low down, dirty even, like his brother Keenan
Schemin', don't leave your girl 'round me
True player for real, ask Puff Daddy
You ringing bells with bags from Chanel
Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel
Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell
She beeped me, meet me at twelve
Where you at? Flipping jobs, paying car notes?
While I'm swimming in your women like the breast stroke
Right stroke, left stroke was the best stroke
Death stroke, tongue all down her throat
Nothing left to do but send her home to you
I'm through, can you sing the song for me boo?
Biggie, give me (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
One more
Give me one more (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
Chance and make me
Gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
So what's it gonna be? Him or me? (Uh)
We can cruise the world with pearls, gator boots for girls
The envy of all women, crushed linen
Cartier wrist-wear with diamonds in 'em
The finest women I love with a passion
Ya man's a wimp, I give that ass a good thrashin'
High fashion, flying into all states
Sexing me while your man masturbates
Isn't this great? Your flight leaves at eight
Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds
Lyrically I'm supposed to represent
I'm not only a client, I'm the player President
Biggie, give me (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
One more
Give me one more
Chance and make me
Gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance (I got that good love girl, you didn't know?)
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
Lyrics submitted by spliphstar
One More Chance Lyrics as written by Christopher Wallace Carl Thompson
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oh yeah, my fave biggie song