In early 2002, having summarily disbanded Max Normal (just as they were cracking mainstream cross-over) and relocated from Johannesburg to Cape Town, Mr Jones assembled the production talents of Sibot, Markus Wormstorm and Felix Laband and managed in late 2002 to deliver one of South African music's most original concept albums ever - the off the map 2CD / hardcover graphic novel/album package The Ziggurat, which combines futuristic storytelling and sound effects with vocal performances, comics and much much more...
The original package also included a blank CD, meant for a free 2nd album downloadable from African Dope Records.
Unfortunately the band self-destructed after a farcical 6 week delay in the album's release (involving wrong cliche designs being printed, customs confiscating and then losing 3000 cds, and a printing bill over which a dispute with the label's distributor almost bankrupted African Dope), leaving Mr Jones to pursue fresh directions (such as the Watkin Tudor Jones solo project, Max Normal.tv and his current incarnation as Ninja, the lead rapper of Die Antwoord.
V
The Constructus Corporation Lyrics
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If you want you can come get some
Force-field on, metatron one
Disarming bombs with very calm palms
Come to make everyone strong, the microphone vigilante
Coming off like my bitch's panties
Agile, wild anti-personal shit gets deployed
Light storm freaks the void as his royal illness kills it
God-like humanoid life-forms feel the realness
Keep your distance, mind your own business
Metatron sling electric slang like a discus
Divine mind unwinding illicit misfit
Surging on the verge of merging dirty disses
Soft, sticky kisses spitting vicious viscous
Golden delicious, incredible tasting genitals gushing
Naked, sacred vulnerable I take it
Make it my weakness, worship your sweetness
Lust over the shit I bust, vagina-grinder
Rocking wild and crazy, gates locked, baby nothing can faze me
Hush; the silence is dead lush
Ultra-violet head-rush
V - I - C
V - I - C
V - I - C - T - O - R - Y
Victory, victory is our cry
V - I - C - T - O - R - Y
V - I - C
V - I - C
V - I - C - T - O - R - Y
Victory, victory is our cry
V - I - C - T - O - R - Y
Future-state, time and space fold in half
Metatron rock mic like golden calf
The erratic, fanatic magic mathematic addict
Fully automated, sparking manic satanic panic
Violent sirens, defiant tyrants, glorious, victorious hymn-writers
Lounging in the abode of warriors
Bazooka nuker rocking, sylph like apparition
Painting pretty pictures, no more lack of vision
Wrapping rhymes round heads like bicycle chains laced with thunder-bolts
Blossoming like some strange kind of wonderful
With dangerous changeless-ness like hypo-static union
My son, you don't wanna fuck with the one
Hoodoo can't attach itself to the light
I tie my boots up tight and walk through the night
Under a full moon
Listening to the old man sing
Feel it with your mind
Let it touch your soul
V - I - C
V - I - C
V - I - C - T - O - R - Y
Victory, victory is our cry
V - I - C - T - O - R - Y
V - I - C
V - I - C
V - I - C - T - O - R - Y
Victory, victory is our cry
V - I - C - T - O - R - Y
The lyrics to The Constructus Corporation's song V are highly symbolic and cryptic, featuring a blend of futuristic, mythological, and religious imagery. The first stanza portrays the singer as a powerful figure with the ability to disarm bombs with calmness and strength. He sees himself as a kind of vigilante, using his sharp and witty language as a weapon to bring down oppressive forces. He has a swaggering confidence that seems to be derived from his sexual prowess, as he compares his rhymes to his partner's panties. He promises to unleash a devastating attack on those who oppose him, using a mix of violence and sensuality to achieve his ends.
In the chorus, the singer proclaims victory as his ultimate goal, emphasizing the letters "V-I-C-T-O-R-Y" in a kind of chant. He sees himself as part of a larger movement of triumph, urging his audience to join in and celebrate their power and success. He believes that his victory is inevitable, already won before the fight has even begun.
The rest of the song plays with a variety of strange and fantastical images, such as a fold in time and space, a golden calf-like microphone, and a hypo-static union. These visions paint a picture of a world that is both futuristic and ancient, full of both technology and spirituality. The singer's own identity is similarly complex, encompassing elements of both human and godlike nature. Through it all, the singer remains focused on his goal of victory, seeing it as a kind of holy mission.
Overall, the lyrics to V are rich and complex, full of intricate wordplay and vivid imagery. They offer a dense and multifaceted meditation on power, identity, and triumph in a world that is constantly changing and full of danger.
Line by Line Meaning
We won before we begun
We knew we would succeed even before we started.
If you want you can come get some
You are free to challenge us if you dare.
Force-field on, metatron one
Our protective barrier is up, aided by Metatron, an archangel.
Disarming bombs with very calm palms
We can handle tense situations with ease and without panic.
Come to make everyone strong, the microphone vigilante
We are here to empower everyone with our music and lyrics, like a hero for justice.
Coming off like my bitch's panties
Our performance is exciting and provocative.
Agile, wild anti-personal shit gets deployed
Our swift and fierce attack strategy is put into action.
Destroying unholy Babylonian hell-spells
We are fighting against evil and corruption.
Light storm freaks the void as his royal illness kills it
Our powerful music is breaking down barriers and destroying negativity.
God-like humanoid life-forms feel the realness
We are creating a transcendental experience and awakening people's spirits.
Keep your distance, mind your own business
We demand respect and privacy.
Metatron sling electric slang like a discus
Our words are like charged discs, hurled masterfully.
Divine mind unwinding illicit misfit
We are tapping into our higher consciousness and rejecting societal norms.
Surging on the verge of merging dirty disses
Our provocative lyrics are on the cutting edge of subculture.
Soft, sticky kisses spitting vicious viscous
Our lyrics are simultaneously alluring and dangerous.
Golden delicious, incredible tasting genitals gushing
Our lyrics are at times perverse, yet still appealing.
Naked, sacred vulnerable I take it
We are willing to be exposed and vulnerable in our music.
Make it my weakness, worship your sweetness
We see beauty in vulnerability and wish to praise it.
Lust over the shit I bust, vagina-grinder
Our lyrics sometimes verge on obscene while keeping a raw, carnal energy.
Rocking wild and crazy, gates locked, baby nothing can faze me
We are committed to our music and impervious to distractions or critics.
Hush; the silence is dead lush
We appreciate stillness and are comfortable in silence.
Ultra-violet head-rush
Our music is like a rush of light, energy and atmosphere.
V - I - C
Initialism for victory, victory is our cry
V - I - C - T - O - R - Y
We are proclaiming our victory in our music.
Future-state, time and space fold in half
Our music has a transcendent quality that warps the usual experience of time and space.
Metatron rock mic like golden calf
Metatron, is our godly muse who inspires us to create this captivating music.
The erratic, fanatic magic mathematic addict
Our music combines a volatile and obsessive creativity with a technical precision.
Fully automated, sparking manic satanic panic
Our music is frenzied and electric, at times even malicious.
Violent sirens, defiant tyrants, glorious, victorious hymn-writers
Our music has both an aggressive and glorifying nature, with triumphant lyrics.
Lounging in the abode of warriors
We are at ease in our warrior-like status.
Bazooka nuker rocking, sylph like apparition
Our music is explosive and ghostly, possessing a hypnotizing quality.
Painting pretty pictures, no more lack of vision
Our music is imbued with a quality of vision and imagination, freeing us from drab realities.
Wrapping rhymes round heads like bicycle chains laced with thunder-bolts
Our lyrics have a powerful, electrifying effect on listeners, similar to a bike chain with lightning attached.
Blossoming like some strange kind of wonderful
Our music is like an enigmatic and enticing flower.
With dangerous changeless-ness like hypo-static union
Our music has an inherent danger to it, like a static force that never changes.
My son, you don't wanna fuck with the one
We hold a god-like status of magnitude and strength that should not be reckoned with.
Hoodoo can't attach itself to the light
We are immune to negative energy and vibes.
I tie my boots up tight and walk through the night
We are prepared for any obstacles or challenges on our path.
Under a full moon
Our music has a mystical quality, aligned with astrological forces.
Listening to the old man sing
We respect and are inspired by the wisdom and traditions of previous generations.
Feel it with your mind
Our music has an intellectual element and should be thoughtfully processed.
Let it touch your soul
Our music has an emotional element and can strongly resonate within.
Contributed by Brody M. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Spika Rooni
This is my favourite song maybe ever, seeing this little exposure it's sad
longsleevepocketteeandjoggerpantsmanchild
Sup bleed?
Manus Væcord
Sup.