Info

Label: D3 Entertainment (RIV 9912-2), Psychopathic Records (RIV 9912-2)

Format: CD, Album, DVD, DVD-video

Country: US

Released: 2002

Barcode: 822489991224

Extra info:

COMPANIES

Phonographic Copyright (p) – D3 Entertainment, Inc.
Copyright (c) – D3 Entertainment, Inc.
Manufactured By – Riviera Entertainment
Distributed By – Riviera Entertainment
Published By – Zomba Publishing
Published By – Twisted Harmony
Published By – Univox 1 Publishing
Recorded At – The Lotus Pod
Recorded At – Cherokee Studios
Recorded At – Maximedia Studios
Mixed At – Sound Kitchen
Mastered At – Precision Mastering

CREDITS

Artwork [Wraith image roughed-up and worked-over by] – Gary Arnett, William Charley
Graphic Design – Gary Arnett - Acme Digital Design*
Mastered By – Tom Baker (3)
Photography By [Photos By] – Sota FX

NOTES

The eighth studio album by Southwest Detroit rap group Insane Clown Posse
Part 1 of the sixth of the original six Joker's Card albums

The Wraith: Shangri-La is packaged in a sky blue 2-disc jewel case and includes a 24 page booklet (with lyrics and a story about the creation of each track, lots of pictures of ICP as angels, and the story behind "Dedicated To The Butterfly"), a separate 2-sided album cover insert, a 2-sided back cover insert and a bonus DVD; This version came with the 2002 GOTJ ICP concert on DVD, another version came out on the same day with the 2002 GOTJ ICP seminar on DVD.

Some tracks have 2 songs on them. In those cases, the title that does not appear on the back cover's track list does not include the duration

Track 4 "Murder Rap" is a cover of the song by Above The Law from the album "Livin' Like Hustlers" Ⓟ©1990 CBS Records Inc.

Track 9 "Hell's Forecast" does not have credits in the booklet because of a printing error which is why no credits are on that track

The booklet has countless spelling and grammatical errors. The page that's supposed to have the lyrics for the song "Bitch Slappaz" is misprinted with the lyrics to "It Rains Diamonds" instead. The page with the lyrics for "Hell's Forecast" is also misprinted and instead has the creation story for "Juggalo Homies" at the bottom.

[The following text is from the album's booklet and inserts]

[PARENTAL ADVISORY EXPLICIT CONTENT]

The Wraith
Shangri-La

Dedicated To The Butterfly

I was maybe 7 years old. My brother Rob was around 8 or 9 I guess. We were outside playing in front of our house in suburban Berkley, MI. I remember it was a regular summer afternoon, we were hanging out in thy yard or whatever when my brother Rob screamed "Joe I caught a giant butterfly! I caught a giant butterfly! Hurry up and get thy jar!" I grabbed thy jar off thy steps and ran over to him. Somehow, some way, he had actually managed to catch one of them big ass, pretty, orange, yellow and black butterflies right out of thy air with his bare hands. Unbelievable. If you remember anything about being a kid, you remember them things are un-catchable. They'll fuckin' sit there and dance, slow motion, in thy air style, right around your fuckin' face while you bust your ass trying to catch it. Somehow, on this regular summer afternoon, Rob happened to scoop it right out of flight with his bare hands. "Hurry, get thy jar opened up and ready, I can feel its wings trying to get away!"
Finally we had it safely and sound in thy jar with thy fresh poked holes in thy lid and everything. We knew that we'd better let it go soon though. We looked at this creature as an animal more than an insect. Plus being that age, this animal was more than just a bug to us. It was our homie.
We decided we would just have it spend one night with us and we'd let it go in the morning. Plus we figured a whole family of giant butterflies might even come looking for it if we didn't. I mean this butterfly was so big, and colorful in that jar. It even looked like it had fur on it. It was absolutely awesome.
That night, as usual it was hot as hell in our bed room, so we took thy fan and pointed it right into thy holes of thy butterfly's jar. We didn't think much of it at thy time other than hopefully thy butterfly will be comfortable while he's spending this night with us.
Thy following morning, much, much, to our sadness, thy Butterfly was dead. Our guess was it had to be thy fan blowing on it all night. We didn't mean to harm this beautiful, giant Butterfly at all. We were painfully crushed.
We had a funeral right there in our backyard for it that morning. We buried it in this lil' empty box on top of some napkins and stuff. As we were paying our last respects to this butterfly, both me and my brother Rob made a vow - right then and there we made this vow: "One day, we will both make it to Heaven and apologize to thy Butterfly, face to face."
We made that vow when we were just two lil' young-ass kids, but what better time than then? That was us at our cleanest and purest form. We were so loving, only because we were still so untouched and unscathed by thy real world. That yard was thy only world we knew back then. We didn't know any real negatives, or realties even, because they are kept from most young children. We were at our cleanest points that morning. Ready for thy world with our first vow and goal to complete in life.
We didn't know the differences between white, black or Asian people, boys or girls, east sidaz or west sidaz, Jewish or Muslim people. None of that shit mattered to us then, and it still shouldn't. We just looked for smiling faces back then, and we still should.
Look at us all now. It was thy world around us that instilled all thy hatred and wacky beliefs upon us all. We become one with thy world as we walked threw it. Once we live some life, our souls ain't as clean anymore. We all got a lil' bit older, we didn't care as much anymore about butterflies or what colors their wings had. We learned who we are supposed to hate, who we should love and even flat out how we should be as people. All of which is taught to us by other people! And who the fuck are they? We spend our entire lives trying not to do what ever is considered "stale" by everybody else. Well fuck that! Consider us stale as fuck then. We some four-week-old, desert-dried-Wonder-Bread, stale-ass individuals then.
We will one day complete our vows before we pass. I want to be as clean as I was when I was 7. I want my own heart telling me what to do and how to live. We will rid our souls of this garbage that was pounded into it, and once again respect the beauty of some fresh ass shit like a Butterfly's wings. One day, we will get to Heaven and apologize to thy Butterfly, just like we said we would.
We're going to Shangri-La, baby. Sorry if that upsets you... wait, no we ain't! Fuck off if that upsets you. The bottom line is we want nothing more out of thy rest of our lives but to see you Juggalos there in Shangri-La with us.

Joe Bruce b.k.a. Violent J
Insane Clown Posse

Ⓟ©2002
D3 Entertainment, Inc. 800 S. Pacific Coast Hwy., Suite 8-425, Redondo Beach, CA 90277
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BARCODES AND IDENTIFIERS

Barcode (String): 822489991224
Barcode (Text): 8 22489 99122 4