I already gave you the straight dope on Jumpsteady yesterday. Read that if you want the lil 101 on who he is and his OG place in juggalo history, going all the way back to Inner City Posse days.
I believe THIS is the most radical song on Chaos Theory.
The juxtaposition of domestic terrorism, blow-back international terrorism, the anecdotes of returning home from a pointless war to a divided violent nation.
Interlaced with words of solidarity and encouragement to keep your chin up and do your best to grow strong through adversity.
The total lack of war-glory or stories from the battlefield, just haunting imagery and grief of loss.
This is the wicked shit. This is some of the best you can hear from 90s Psychopathic Records in terms of insight into juggalo culture and mindset. It's not the most fun and comedic, (though the landlord outro skit is fuckin hilarious) it's not the most violent (the most violence in this is the government violence in the news clip samples in the interludes. IMHO) though it does recount imperial violence against Afghanistan in the first Gulf War.
I hope some of you listen and/or at least read the lyrics. shrug
It's doesn't start and end with "Fuck Your Rebel Flag," the connection between my sub-cultural identity, my politics and my praxis runs deep in my veins.
- your friendly neighbourhood juggalo
Lyrics
verse 1
Juggalo lives are full of complications
Are raised to survive on a street education
Always realize that there is a limitation
If we don't school life with a fresh occupation
Without society there's no communication
We feel a lot of hate, a lot of frustration
But we are driven by the realization
That we don't wanna be a sheep in this population
So we ascend through the madness without a fall
As we climb our way to the gates of Shangri-La
Living life can leave your mind in a twirl
When you're stuck in the middle of a mad mad world
interlude - solidarity dialogue
Yo Juggalos
It's a mad, mad world out there, ya'll
We gotta stick together cause we family
You see a fellow juggalo out there about to throw down or fight or something?
That's you
That's your fight
Cause we like that, yo
We together
Unity means strength
We can handle anything in this fucked up world
Anything at all, ya'll
Squall
We Juggalos
verse 2
Look at Afghanistan and what do ya see?
War stalking the children and the elderly
And when you look in their eyes all you see is peace
Because from the agony they wanna be released
You see they're fighting for their lives with every breath
Against famine, disease, and the plot of death
Now this was once a peaceful nation
But then came the plague that they call starvation
Now the stomach feels the pain, shocks the brain
Cause the bombs drop from the sky instead of rain
And the land is dry, while the mothers cry
And the baby that are born are born to die
You see the fear on the faces, dust in the air
The attitude we take is "I don't care"
But I guess it hurts us more than any other
As the Illuminati controls us all like big brother
Death is walking the nation, take the boy, the girl
All I say to myself is it's a mad, mad world
interlude - news samples: FBI murder of Branch Dravidian cult
"Throughout the entire time of 6 hours, indeed, those 51 days, the FBI never fired one shot at the Dravidians."
The machine gunning into the Dravidians trapped in the burning kitchen dining room was not only visible to Congressional investigators, it was even visible to home viewers. So was the gunfire behind the tank smashing into the rear of the gymnasium.
verse 3
It's a mad, mad world, whether you're poor or rich
Because you're living with the problems you're trying to ditch
Well the Amy's in the attic where your husband has left
And you have to pay for the bills of your sickly son's death
Mentally of few, they're in and they're out
Your stress point builds up, you're ready to shout
But let me tell ya a lil something, that will not work
Cause all you will find out more, probably hurt
Can't pay for your rents so you try to hide
And when that doesn't work, you commit suicide
And now who has your problems?
Your little girl,
And do you know why?
Cause it's a mad, mad world
interlude - encouragement dialogue
Yo, don't let this thing called life kick you in the ass
There's too many people out there letting life fuck them up
Everything that you go through, everything in this world
The drama, the trauma, everything
Should all help develop you as a ninja
You should learn to be stronger from all that shit
So you can face anything in this fucked up world
With your eyes open wide
Sure enough
verse 4
Let's take off for the horrors of the Gulf War
Left us in the desert, never told us what for
Some thought that they would be heroes
Thought their destinies were bound
But fields of bloody corpses were all we ever found
Why are we fighting the wars, what a lot of people said
While parents prayed every night that their sons weren't dead
To mommy's little boy, left him in a foreign land
Said, "You're fighting for your country, you better be a man
Better watch yourself, kid, and do the best you can
Cause one wrong move could mean you're dead where you stand"
We finally get home, another war's going on
Some are saying that we're right while others say we're wrong
Anger turning around to our becoming outcasts
With a bitter hate and a pain from the past
No one understood my feelings of confusion
Said I was a fool, was living an illusion
Thinking of society and how I must adjust
Dreaming of my buddy who was blown in the dust
Gotta chip on my shoulder that weighs about a ton
Cause I seen too much killing before the age of 21
interlude - reportage samples on the foiled Bojinka plot / 9-11 'prequel'
But the investigators soon uncover evidence of a unimaginable terrorist attack, which used as code named 'Project Bojinka'
Yousef and five accomplices were to plant bombs planned to explode simultaneously on 12 US airliners over the Pacific, causing the death of over 4,000 people
Between 1979 and 1984, there were nearly 100 terrorist attacks against Americans, as embassies were torched, blown up and seized and some 300 million...
outro - threatening to burn down the landlord's house
*Phone ringing*
Whut?
Ross Baker?
Yeah?
This is your landlord, I've been trying to get a hold of ya all week
And?
Your rent's overdue by about 3 months
Look, peanut. You've been calling me, hounding me about the rent now for weeks man
Wha-?!?
Don't ya know I got, I got other expenses?
What kinda shit are you -?
"Wahh, wahh, I want my rent, wahh, wahh."
Crying like a little bitch, man
Look man, I painted your house right?
I soaked that shit in gasoline earlier today, man.
That's all done.
It could've been, it could have - you upset me man
You hurt my feelings, man
Would you f-
Look man, I soaked that shit in gasoline man
Chaos Theory, man. Don't expect it now, right?
Mother-
Take this match..
Ok, What? No! Don't!
It's on now ma-fucker! Chaos Theory mafucker!
He he he
*BOOM*
Whoop Whoop!
