Harlot is a spoken word poem (by Michael Card, "Forgiving Eyes) that was done by a girl (Jennifer R./Akhon Apire) I met while in New York recording. She was one of Jesse’s friends and she came to the studio specifically to help with this track. I always wanted a female voice to do it.
Jen was a testimony in and of herself. She was born Akhon Apire in Africa (I hope I get this story right!) she was born to a woman who died during childbirth. The surrounding clans people lived in such poverty that none of them could even imagine taking up the raising of an extra child. So Jen was simply placed in the corner of a tent as everyone waited for her to die.
There was a missionary from an American church organization that was visiting the settlement and he heard the loud wailing of an infant. He asked the people to take him to the baby and they did. They explained to him what happened. And his heart, no doubt, broke! He lifted the little crying baby girl out from the corner of the tent where she had been condemned and told them that he would take her. He ended up adopting her and brought her back to America where she grew up. He gave her an American name and an African name. We, over here know her as Jennifer. But her tribal name was Akhon Aphire, which means ‘motherless child’.
As she told me about this part of her life, I could see in her eyes how much of a redemption story she knew she had. And it didn’t hit me until later of how much she paralleled with the poem I wanted her to read. I didn’t write the whole poem. I read something that inspired me and used some of it, but have long forgot where exactly I what the original was (if someone knows, email me the name of the original author). It’s a well known story in the bible (John 8:1-12) of a woman who is caught in the act of adultery, a very serious sin in those days. She was taken out to Jesus who was teaching by some pharisee’s that wanted to catch Him saying something they could use against Him (in the old laws such a person should be stoned (Lev. 20:10). If Jesus was against her stoning he was ‘against the law of their forefathers. But if he agreed then they could say that he was a cruel person. So they asked him what they should do. And Jesus stooped to the ground and started to write in the sand, acting like he didn’t hear them. They asked him again and he said,’ Let him who is without sin cast the first stone’.
This convicted the crowd so much that they threw down their rocks and walked away. This woman was condemned to death just like Jennifer. Two women at different times, in different circumstances, but both receiving the same judgement by man. Both women experiencing an awesome salvation! It was all too good for me!
So Jennifer read the poem and it became the intro track to the ‘a War to restore’ album.
Ok, maybe not that easy! Jennifer was a bit shy to record on that mic. We had all agreed that we wanted a bit of emotion in her voice. But she couldn’t ‘act’ with all of us standing there watching her. So eventually we had to hit the record button and leave the booth while she recorded with a friend in solitude. I dunno what her and that friend (Luke) did to get that emotion out of her but it worked!
After Jen left, Jesse and me rented some old ‘Jesus’ movie and sampled pieces of this particuliar scene behind her (I don’t think a lot of people picked up on that!). we did that in the same ol’ ghetto way as best I know how (see ‘Theophilus’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’).
When the album released I thought it sucked the way some people took this track. My idea for this project was to make the first part of it a ‘concept album’. This means that my goal was to take the listener through a specific audible journey. And that ‘journey’ (without sounding too preachy) was certain steps of the salvation process in which God redeems sinful people back to Him! (look at the first 6 tracks: Untitled is a loop of a man saying ‘God make it stop haunting me’, ‘Harlot’ is the condemnation one feels in sin, ‘Blunted Edge’ is the struggle of a person living outside of Gods will, ‘Christ’ is the solution to that struggle that brings peace, ‘Scripture’ is where you learn about that Salvation plan, and ‘Saving Private You’ is how sometimes a friend has to come and help pull you out).
But some peeps that reviewed the album complained that I didn’t just get up and move right into the album off the bat! No intro, just get to it! But the point I was making with the first 2 tracks is that any body can hit skip and go directly to their favorite songs. But I wanted to create an album that was pleasing at the times when you just pop in a CD and do house chores and actually listen to the whole thing. I wanted to give something to the people that want to take in the whole scene in patience.
Surrounded by shouts, the cruel accusations
dragged to the court, no hope of salvation
all hope was lost, becuase those who contain me
knew who I was, they caught me in my iniquities
I thought it seemed strange as we entered in
they're stopping a young Rabbi to ask his opinion
'Imma prostitute', that's why they hate me
my body can feel the stones that await me
my judge...a man from Galilee
yet in his eyes I can see
a Father, a Brother, and a Son
a Lamb, and a Lion
the crowd is gathering, so angry and violent
as he stood beside me, so peaceful and silent
then with one word and one question
He shows them
that they too are guilty, and cannot condemn
what does He write in the sand
that's asking me 'were are they'
I open my eyes...and through tears, see a courtyard that's empty
the stones that were gonna taste my blood
had been dropped back onto the ground were they came from
and in this new light, I now understood
that He would not condenm me, even though He could.....
(end with echo)
Lyrics & Memories: Apocalypse Now
Its quite obvious what the track is about (end days, armegeddon, Revelation, ect.). I always loved the way 7Lock ripped his verse. He used what he called his ‘Jamaican style’ where he spit it all with a ‘rudebwoy’ slur. This added to his gruffy vocal tones made for a verse that was intoxicatingly ununderstandable! So many people tripped off of it, “YO! What was he sayin anyway!?”
GoldenChild was supposed to be on it too, but I couldn’t get my label to buy into the idea of spending the loot to get him on. Nowadays it’s a lot easier to just have some dope computer software and track these things yourself. But back in 96 the only way to do it was to pay bucks for a studio (which would have taken a lot added to the fact that GC lived in Florida). It was one of the major let downs of the album because he wrote a phat verse, and I really wanted him on it! In the beginning of the track I say some stuff that seems like I am giving a shot out to a ‘dead’ Goldenchild. Don’t worry he isn’t dead. But in a way I felt like the circumstances ‘killed’ his opportunity. So I gave that shot out in respect to the illness that he had written that would never be heard.
The vocal sample in the beginning is from some TV show about disasters (recorded in the same ghetto way as the sample from Theophilus!). The piece towards the end is from a mythology record that says ‘I must be perpetually on my God, lest that movement which sweeps everything along, should hurry me along also’. I thought was a nice touch. The last sample is actually the ‘end’ of the album. A Rasta friend of mine once gave me a tape from one of his trips back home to Jamaica. It was ‘the Gospels in Patwois’ (Patwois is the slang and terminologies used in the Jamaican ghettos). The story clipped in the song (Mark 4:35:41) is when Jesus and the disciples are on the boat and a big storm comes and threatens all their lives. But “Jesus stayed asleep in de back a de boat”. And his followers scrambled to wake him up. So he went to the bow of the boat and commanded the winds and the seas to be still (“cease, Seckle”). And they did! And according to the taped story, Jesus ends by saying, “You still no believe that me run tings!”
C’mon now! You gotta love that!
My verse is literally me rhyming a ‘clip note’ version of the book of Revelation and its prophecies in order as they happen according to the book. 7Lock then comes in and adds by explaining how it might feel to be part of the rapture! I feel this track was a powerful ending to the album. It was a good finish. Sometimes I will listen to peoples stuff and they start out good but it fizzles at the end. I like to try to cap it where I will put any tracks that lack a bit in the middle but the ill ones at both ends. I dunno, just the way dirty dirt likes to do it!
I feel the song moves through it’s ‘quitting point’ by the way Fingaz switched up the main loop halfway through my verse and then flipping back halfway through Lock’s.
If you listen to the sequencing of the whole track (I am peepin it as I write this) you can really respect the dope ear Fingaz had with music.
This was another track that was a crowd pleaser when me and 7lock got to perform it. In 99 was probably one of the last times we both performed it though. But as of recently I been doin a few of the ‘oldies’ again. Bringin back the ol skool! I took this songs instrumental and chopped it up so that I could spit my verse when I am solo but I added this crazy gunfight and bombs exploding in the middle! I performed it at Cornerstone festival ’02 and it went off hot!
(GoldenChild –verse not on album version)
IN REVELATION DEVILS APPEAR IN HUMAN FORM
TO CONFORM THE LUKE WARM, PROPHECY SINCE THE VEIL WAS TORN
IT ALL BEGAN WHEN THE SON OF MAN WAS BORN
IN THE FINAL HOURS, YO THE GOLDEN TRUMPET BLOWS
DISAPPEARANCE OF CHRISTIANS BLAMED ON U.F.O's
FROM HELLISH ASHES THE ANTI-CHRIST AROSE
ASCENDIN' TOWARDS THE SKY-QUIK LIKE THE TWINKLIN' OF AN EYE
TAKE THE MARK AND IN THE BEAST YOU WILL CONFIDE
WICKED BLOOD-BROTHERS NOW SWAP D.N.A
LOOK TOWARDS THE SKY AS THE CLOUDS TURN GRAY
MANY STAY SILENT WITHOUT A THING TO SAY
BETTA' GET READY FOR THE SEVEN YEAR DELAY
ALLIES ON THE FRONTLINE BECOME THE DEVIL'S PREY
ABOMINATION OF SIN IS WHAT THEY DISPLAY
WICKED GENERALS WITH NOTHIN' MORE THAN CROOKED SMILES
SATAN'S HENCHMEN EXPANDIN' ACROSS FOR MILES
I SIT BACK AND WATCH AS THEY SINS START TO COMPILE
YOU BEST LISTEN TO THE WORDS' APOCALYPSE NOW
IN THE ENDTIMES YOU BETTA' LEARN TO PREPARE
OPEN UP YOUR HAND, INSERT COMPUTER SOFTWARE
SOCIETY'S CLONES LOOK AT ME WITH COLD STARES
ARMEGGEDEON YOU BETTER RUN
SECOND COMING OF CHRIST, DEMISE OF THE EVIL ONE
BLOOD SPLATTERS THE PAVEMENT
INIQUITIES OF FLESH BECOME THE PEOPLES ENSLAVEMENT
DEVILS GIVING OUT GIFTS LIKE THEY NAMES WAS SANTA
CULTS THAT BLASPHEME
"AVOID GODLESS TEACHING, SPREADING LIKE GANGRENE" (2 Timothy 2:17)
A SERIES OF DISASTERS, AFTER SEALS HAVE BEEN BROKEN
CONQUEST LEADING SLAUGHTER, DISEASE, AND FAMINE (REVEL Revelation ATION 6:2-8)
FORCES OF DESTRUCTION, HELD BACK BY ANGELS
AT THE FOUR CORNERS OF THE EARTH (Revelation 7:1-2)
.......A HUNDRED AND FORTY-FOUR THOUSAND CHOSEN (Revelation 7)
CAPTURED BY IGNORANCE, BUT MAKE THE TRANSITION
TRUMPETS ARE BLOWN, HERE COME THE JUDGMENTS (Revelation 8:6-13)
THOUGH SEVERE, ARE ONLY MEANT TO BRING MEN TO THEIR SENSES
TURN AWAY FROM IGNORANCE
AND RUN TOWARDS REPENTANCE
FORCES OF EVIL RELEASED UPON THE LAND
LOCUST FROM THE ABYSS WITH POWERS OF SCORPION (Revelation 9:3)
STINGS THAT CUASE SPASM
PEOPLE SEEKING DEATH BUT IT DOES NOT FIND THEM (Revelation 9:6)
SEVEN PLAGUES STRIKE (REVELATION 15 AND 16) BEFORE THE FALL OF BABYLON
FINAL DESTRUCTION OF APOLLYON ("Devil" in Hebrew)
WATCH IT GO DOWN
YOU TALK ABOUT LATER, I TALK ABOUT NOW
BLOOD DRIPPED FROM THE SUN, ME SAID ME SEE WHITE RIDER
ME KNEW THAT BOY IT WAS THE HOLY SON OF JEHOVAH
FOUR WEEKS THAT I HAD PASSED AND I WAS SURE DANG COOL
CAUGHT UP IN A RAPTURE AS I FLEW THROUGH THE SKY I KNEW
ME SEEN THE RAIN FALL DOWN ME HEARD THE BABYLONS SHOUT
"PLEASE HELP ME JESUS 'FORE THE LAKE OF FIRE I DO DROWN"
ME LEFT MY FLESH ON THE EARTH FOR ME KNEW IT WAS CURSED
THE BEAST WAS UNLEASHED MAKING RAINBOW SHERBERT OF THE EARTH
"I WISH I WAS A BORN AGAIN MAN" SAID THE BABYLON MAN
AS THE PLAGUES ATE HIS ARMS AND HIS HANDS
YOU DANG-DANG FOOL, YOU SHOULD'VE BEEN LEARNED MY SCHOOL
AND BOWED DOWN TO THE LAMB WITH THE MOST HIGH RULE
I HEARD A SEVENTH TRUMPET RISING, RISING, RISING ON TOP OF
MT.ZION WAS MY LORD AND HIS CREW
A SEVENTH TRUMPET RISING, RISING, RISING ON TOP OF MT. ZION WAS
A FACE THAT I KNEW
Lyrics & Memories: WoodBurnsFire (H.E.A.T.)
>>>SEE THE LYRIC VIDEO HERE<<<
This song became the epitome of me writing something too deep for anyone to pick up on. There are a couple ideas so interwoven into this track that some did not pick up on them alltogether.
The main one is that it’s a song about a gun. Which most peeps understood. I actually concepted this track after what happened from the ‘Operation E’ song (gunfire at a house party I was performing at). I was tired of bullets in our culture!
My uncle Merle told me about a scene in a Ray Bradbury book called ‘Farenheit 45’. I still haven’t read it but its something about a guy who see’s these crazy visions of war but in reverse. So the bullets are actually flying out of people and back into the guns. I thought that was dope!
If you pay attention to the second verse of this track I go through the story of a gun in the same way. Normally we dig the ores out of the ground, melt them down to metals, fashion the metal to guns and bullets, shoot them into people, and doctors have to pull them out. But I go in reverse:
-‘capsules of metal with evil intention/ were placed within my body with delayed explosion’
-‘this one had a handheld device…he pulled the trigger twice’ (he had a gun which he used to suck the bullets out of me)
-‘heat the oven up…we melted the bullets down’
-‘we took the secret of the gun and buried it deep within the earth’
The second idea was the acronym for the word heat in the song. I thought it was cool but alotta kids didn’t get it. HEAT stood for: Holyspirit Embodied As Teacher. And in the chorus I am saying that emcee’s can be dope as heck but if they aren’t led by God then they are still wack. People started calling the song ‘heat’ instead of ‘WoodBurnsFire’ (which was derived from the backwards gun idea).
People didn’t grasp onto the ideas as much as I wished they would have. Even so this was a popular request at shows. I would usually not do the second verse though, replacing it with a lot of crowd interaction. I would usually end a show (especially on my tours with P.O.D) with ‘Heat’ and then ‘Chant’.
In the song I liked how 7Lock backed up the track too. It ended up sounding real nice. Fingaz rocked the ill scratch of a Jeru song at the end. And if you listen in headphones you can hear the first time I used my now infamous ‘whisper’ backups.
This track was recorded in Hollywood and remixed a few times in L.A. and San Diego before the final version
THEY TRIED TO DIS THE LOCUST FIST
CLIMBIN SIDEWAYS THROUGH THE WINDOW, BUT THE SECOND ONE GOT DISSED
SATELLITE CONNECTION-CONNECT ME TO MY NUMBER ONE
INSECT REINFORCEMENT MEET AT THE JOINT LIKE SKELETON
EVIL GRASSHOPPERS MADE A MOVE ON US
CREATED A NEW WEAPON CALLED CRANIUM RUCUS-OR GUN
RECEIVE THE PERIMETERS OF MY MISSION
LETS PUT THE SQUEEZE ON THEM BUGS LIKE TWO HANDS AND ACCORDION
SOLAR WIND FASHION
I WANNA GET HOME QUICK SO I CAN SEE MY CINNAMON
AND CHILDREN-LETS BLOW THE WICKED OUT THE LAND
MOBILIZE-AND SYNCHRONIZE WATCHES AT MY COMMAND
POSITIVELY CHARGED-RADIUS IS LARGE
SECRET UNDERGROUND AGENTS LIKE MASONIC LODGE
BEFORE WE DISMISS-AND TAKE CARE OF BUSINESS
RAISE YOUR ANTENNAE AND SING THE ANTHEM OF THE LOCUST.........
-EMCEES AIN'T NOTHIN IF THEY DON'T GOT H.E.A.T.
DON'T WEAR THE ARMOR-GET CRUSHED LIKE WHEAT
YOUR GHETTO SOUNDS ARE SWEET MELODIES
BUT THEY DON'T GOT NOTHIN IF THEY DON'T GOT H.E.A.T.
A CLOUDED MIND SEES NOTHIN'
ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER THEY SAID THEY SAW AN ARMY COMIN,
SOME WERE ON HORSES-THE OTHER ONES WERE RUNNIN-
IN THE HANDS OF THE WICKED MEN THEY SAW THE WEAPON
RUNNIN PLOTS TO MAKE US BOW LIKE CELLO OR VIOLIN
WICKED INSECTS SNUFFIN THE SPIRIT OF MARANATHA
LETS BREAK UP THEIR PLANS LIKE BIRTHDAY KIDS AND PINATA
----SPYIN ME WIT DEM BAD EYE---------
I CALLED BACK-UP TO THE SPOT-LETS STRIKE WHILE THE IRONS HOT
BUT THE ENEMY JUMPED BACK QUICK AND MY SHIRT WAS CAUGHT
CAPSULES OF METAL WITH EVIL INTENTION
WERE PLACED WITHIN MY BODY WITH DELAYED EXPLOSION
I SCREAMED BLOOD, MURDER STYLE-BUT NOBODY HEARD ME
THE NEXT DAY I AWOKE WITH VISIONS OF CEMETERY ACTIONS-STRONG LIGHTS WERE BLAZIN ON ME
WHEN I CAME TO, I RECOGNIZED DOCTORS AROUND ME
THIS ONE HAD THIS HANDHELD DEVICE
TOUCHED MY SKIN COLD AS ICE-HE PULLED THE TRIGGER TWICE
I LET OUT-AS THE BULLETS WERE SUCKED FROM MY CAVITY
MY ANATOMY NEEDED TWO WEEKS OF RECOVERY
NOW LETS FIND THE MYSTERY OF THE WEAPON
HEAT THE OVEN UP FIFTY-ONE HUNDRED DEGREES LIKE DRAGON
FLAME-WE MELTED THE BULLETS DOWN
I SEEN THE SECRET COMPOUND
INSTILL MY PEOPLE WITH FEAR AND MAKE THEM LIE DOWN
WE CAN'T LET THIS INFORMATION GET AROUND.............
I SEARCHED MY HEAD FOR AN ANSWER BUT ONLY ONE COULD BE FOUND
THE DEVILS WORMS ARE AT WORK
WE TOOK THE SECRET OF THE GUN AND BURIED IT DEEP WITHIN THE EARTH............
Lyrics & Memories: Breathe Deep
There’s not much behind this track. I just liked the beat initially when Fingaz let me peep it. It’s first impressions were of a dope Bboy type of track that all the crews could get down with on the linoleum. So that is what I eventually wrote with in mind.
I will however tell you the interesting story behind the name. It comes from the old ‘Dinotopia’ book. You gotta go back and check it out. It’s a fictional fantasy story about an island where dinosaurs never died out. Humans get shipwrecked on this island through out the ages and have to stay there because the way the currents flow around the isle, no boat is able to get out into the sea. So the main thrust of the story is about how man and dinosaur live on this island together in harmony (some of the dinosaurs can even talk).
Well the book I read was about a father and two brothers who get washed up on the island. Their boat wrecks and dolphins save them from drowning by swimming them to the land (which is quite normal according to the story). then from there, the 3 are opened up to the exciting world of Dinotopia (go get a library card and check it!) and so and so forth. Find the book and read the story yourself fool!
On the island people greet eachother by saying ‘breathe deep, and seek peace’. One day the younger son finally asks a native what exactly does that phrase mean and he is told that it is in reference to the dolphins that saved most of the inhabitants lives.
Dolphins are obviously mammals that need oxygen to survive, but yet they have been placed in the ocean surrounded by water. Well instead of complaining about it and being upset, they have chosen rather to learn how to adapt to their envioronment. They taught themselves to take deep breathes (breathe deep) and deal with the cards they have been handed (seek peace instead of being upset).
I just thought that was all cool. So much so that I even have a tattoo on each arm written in Chinese characters, one saying ‘breathe deep’ and the other saying ‘seek peace’. So when writing this track I used the name here again.
This track was remixed, by DJ Theatre over a new beat for the ‘Upsetter Mixtape’, 2009
ANSWER THE QUESTION, "WHY DO THEY WANNA STEAL THUNDER?
I MAKE YOU WONDER WHAT KIND OF CAT WANNA BE LIKE THAT
STICK MY FEET TO LEVEL PATH (ISA.26:7)
BUILD MY HOUSE HIP-HOP BECAUSE THAT'S MY HABITAT
BRAIN PATTERNS NEVER SIMPLISTIC
OTHERS PACKIN' UP PIPES WHILE I'M PACKIN' UP MANUSCRIPTS
GROWTH LIKE BOTANIC-SATANIC
THOUGHTS ALL UP IN ME BUT I BLOW THEM LIKE VOLCANIC
SEEK WISDOM LIKE MAGI
HANG DEVILS LIKE HAMAN (Ester7:10), REVEALING PLOTS LIKE MORDECAI (Ester2:19-23)
MISTIFY LIKE VAPOR
EMCEE'S ARE RUNNIN' OFF THEY MOUTHS SO I GET THE MASKING TAPE
I DO NOT FRET BECAUSE OF WICKED (Psalm37:1) MEN
THAT TRAVEL SELF MADE PATHS AND ADHERE TO THEY OWN RELIGION
I KNOW THAT THEY DRINK AN EVIL GIN
AND WHEN THEY PICK UP MICROPHONES THEY ONLY SPIT OUT MENTAL POISON
I'MMA BURN IT UP LIKE GOMORRAH
CARRY MY SWORD AT ALL TIMES LIKE CONAN THE DESTROYER
I AIN'T DOWN WITH SPIRITUAL SLAVERY
MICROPHONE IS BLOWTORCH TO BURN THE SKIN OF ENEMY
AND LEAVE 'EM SUBDUED LIKE CANAANITE (Joshua)
WHO TRIED TO KILL ME WITH CAR-BOMBS BUT IT WAS ONLY MY PROTOTYPE
I'M AFFLUENT IN THE WAYS OF RHYMIN'
SPIT SEEDS FROM MY MOUTH AND WAIT FOR FERTILIZATION
I WREAK HAVOC LIKE THE 4RTH TABLET
A MASSIVE HEADACHE TO YOUR MEMBRANE
GET RELIEF FROM THE BIG CHIEF
EXTRACTING JUICES FROM THE TREE (TRI)
THE ANECDOTE-AAAHHH-TO THE SIN THAT YOUR IN
THEOLOGICAL LYRICS ACTIN' LIKE POISON
IF ONE CAN'T STAND HOW 'BOUT THE OTHER MAN
LET'S MAKE PACTS IN THE DARK AND SMUGGLE REAL STUFF LIKE CONTRABAND
PROJECTION LIKE GANG MAN CARRY GUN
VIBRATION FROM THE SON FILLS UP MY LUNG
Plague: "Theophilus (w/ 7Lock)"
Lyrics & Memories: Theophilus
This track was constructed around the chorus. The actual lyric content isn’t too centered on anything but phatness! It’s the chorus that delivers the main idea. Theophilius is an old Hebrew word that means ‘lover of God’. In the chorus we were saying that we love God too but when the church people met up with us they rejected us because we don’t do things exactly like them. We don’t dress like them, we don’t look like them, and we love hiphop. Because of this we get turned outside and considered as less.
The point of the song is to say that we are human too and we deserve to praise God in our own way. That he accepts us as we are because He judges the inward and not the outward.
The vocal sample in the beginning is from a TV show I was watching on Discovery channel. It was a documentary on the ‘Elephant man’, Joseph Merrick. He was born in London in the 1800’s and suffered from a severe case of elephantitis that deformed a majority of his body. Because of this he was a social outcast. He was treated as an animal most of his life until he met a doctor who took him in and allowed him to stay at the hospital. There, Joseph became quite popular amongst the social elite, even getting a few visits from the queen herself.
Although Joseph had an exterior that was repulsive to view, he had the mind of a genius. While at the hospital he built a couple miniatures of famous London buildings out of cardboard. These replicas are exact to the finest details and made completely out of original pieces cut and glued together by hand. They are almost identical scaled models of the original buildings constructed only from viewing photographs of the structures.
Joseph wrote a small diary before he died (some think by suicide) and what you hear in the beginning of the song is the narrator of the show reading the last entry of that writing. The last words that Joseph wrote before he left this world. I had seen the show and thought that it would be a dope sample for the intro to Theophilus:
‘Tis true my form is something odd
but blaming me is blaming God
could I create myself anew
I would not fail in pleasing you
If I could reach from pole to pole
or grasp the ocean with a span
I would be measured by the soul
The mind is the standard of the man.’
I had to wait for the show to rerun to catch the whole sample. And even then I applied ghetto techniques to catch it on tape. I ran a mic from my mixer all the way out into the living room where the TV was. Then at the right time I ran back into the Redroom and hit ‘record’ on my tape deck. GHETTO FABULOUS BABEE!!
I liked how the song came out. But alotta people didn’t understand the chorus as easy as I thought they would. Regardless, 7 and me had a lot of fun performing it. And when he wasn’t with me, I would do my verses and then add some freestyling and crowd interaction.
We both recorded the song at the same time in south San Diego at ‘Abbot Sounds’. The track was mixed down a few times before the final on the album. I let the drums ride out at the end for so long just to see if I could irritate somebody! HAHA! I remember trying to explain why to Fingaz and 7. I didn’t really have a good reason, I just wanted to see if someone would email me and complain about it. No one ever did. So get to it! Email me about it!
This song was remixed by DJ Theatre for the ‘Upsetter Mixtape’, 2009.
I'M DOUBLE SIGHTED LIKE SIAMESE
THROW GRENADES AT YOUR TOWN LIKE VIETMESE
VIETCONG, I'M WORSER THAN IGNITION
WHEN I START TO CHANT AND WATCH ALL LOCUST COME
HEED THE WARPATH, OR SUCCUMB TO GOD'S WRATH
SOULS ARE STRIPPED OF UNGODLY PRIDE IN THE AFTERMATH
GO AND GET YOUR HANDGUN I DON'T NEED ONE
MY MIND IS MY WEAPON-HA
WALK THE WAY OF CAIN AND GET BURNT LIKE CREMATORIUM
THE OUTCOME, YOU THOUGHT YOU WAS SMART BUT YOUR A DUM-DUM
EVIL GETS BEAT LIKE WUVY'S SET OF DRUMS........
"THEOPHILUS" I THOUGHT YOU KNEW ME
LET ME RUN MY SCAM , SON, CAN YOU DIG IT
BRINGIN YOU THE STYLE FROM THE NAZARITE SHIN DIG
BRING YOUR BUDDHA MONKS AND YOUR 36 CHAMBERS
AND SON I'LL BRING MY STAFF SWINGIN ANCIENT OF DAYS
KNOCK YOU OUT YOUR FRAME KID
KICK IT IN YOUR BRAIN KID
BOY LIKE A MAD KANGAROO NOW
WHAT YOU GONNA DO
WHEN I NAZIRITE WARRIOR OUT THE 66 VOWS
LOCUST SWARMIN ON YOUR PATH TO BRING YOUR FOUR WALLS DOWN
BOOM-PA, MIGIS IN THE JOINT SCREAMIN AAAHHH!!!!
BREAKIN UP YOUR POW-WOW
GIVING YOU THE ZZZZZZZZ
LEARN, SONNY, LIKE BUTTER FROM THE CHURN
I COME REAL
BRINGIN YOU THE TRUTH IN YOUR GRILL
ALL HAIL TO THE FIRST TABLET
SON GRAB YOUR MIC LIKE A MAN AND STOP YA BABBLIN
SHADOW 10-STACKIN EMCEE'S BY THE PILE
BE KNOWN TO WRECK YOUR CREW LIKE A MASTA OF AN UNKNOWN STLYE
I THOUGHT YOU KNEW US
BUT WHEN WE CAME TO CRUSH
YOU REJECTED US 2Xs
I BURN YOUR TOWN WITH MENTAL GASOLINE
CHECK THE CRIME SCENE
I STACK KNOWLEDGE LIKE JENGA
SCRATCH UNRIGHTEOUS LIKE RECORDS TO FINGAZ
AUTOMATICS-LET THEM HAVE IT
I COME IN THE NAME OF THE SPIRIT TO DEVOUR
THINK GODLY THOUGHTS INTO BRICKS AND BUILD BIG
THE FORTRESS IS BUILT
BUT IF THE FORTRESS IS BUILT ON THE SAND
THEN THE FORTRESS FALLS
MY VOICE RISES LIKE INCENSE
POWER COMES BACK DOWN INTENSE
PROTECTION ELECTRIFIES LIKE SECURITY FENCE
LET ME SPARK A REVOLUTION
BECAUSE WIDE IS THE ROAD THAT LEADS TO STAGNATION
LIKE A LOLLIPOP, KID, I STRAIGHT REPRESENT THE TRIUNE
GRAB THE MIC LIKE I , KARATE ICHE' RI
K.I. ON AN EMCEE STEPPIN
BEEN KNOWN TO WRECK YOUR CREW AND MAKE YOUR WHOLE SHIP SANK
BOY THINK BEFORE I SEND THE BOUNTY
RAIDING ON YOUR CAMP LIKE THE MOUNTY
SON IT'S COMIN DOWN LIKE SHOOP-SHOOP-SHOOP-SHOOP
NAZIRITE RIDERS ON THE STALLION CREW
KNOWN TO BRING IT FORTH LIKE THE TABLET OF THE FIFTH
ARMY ON YOUR CREW LIKE THE SPECIAL FORCES
RECON MARINES, STEALIN ON YOUR GRAIN
LOCUST ON YOUR CROPS LIKE GUERRILLAS FROM UKRAINE
Lyrics & Memories: Operation E.
On September 28, 1996 my wife and I was at a house party chillin. There were probably about 400 peeps packed tighly in and around this house down in Chula Vista. When I came to the spot all these cats were freestyling in the backyard by the DJ who was spinning some phat instrumentals. Everything was peace! Instead of everyone on ‘battle’ mode it seemed like the emcee’s were just vibing and enjoying the fact that there was a mic, PA system, and a crowd! Even though there were different crews assembled there everyone was actin cool and united. No one was tryin to showboat and get all crazy. It was really peace.
My wife was pregnant at the time with our second kid. We were both standin over by the sound system. The mic was being passed around and some people were telling me to get a piece of it. All of a sudden a couple of gunshots rang out from the far side of the backyard and the whole crowd started to scatter like a stampede! I was afraid for the life of my girl and the baby inside her, so I pushed her to the ground and layed over her. If bullets were flyin around I wanted them to hit me before they hit her. I was tripped out scared that my wife or the baby would be hurt!
After a few minutes everything cleared up and most of the people had either left or were on the street in front of the house. A fight had started with two gansters in the back and one of them pulled out a glock and started firing. The half funny thing is that all he hit was the other dudes butt cheek! But nevertheless I was pissed off! To be sitting at a party and have so much positivity flyin suddenly interrupted by that drama was wack! To make it worse, I felt like the life of my child and wife were violated as someone acting stupid could have killed them with a stray projectile! I was mad!
So mad that when I got home later that night I sat down and wrote this song from start to finish in less than an hour, which was a first for me. Usually I write a bit. Stop. Come back to it later and finish up when I can. But my emotions were running deep and the end result was Operation E.
I got the name from an old Eek-a-Mouse song called ‘Operation Eradication’ which was about getting rid of violence in the shanty towns. The ironic thing was that this song was my ‘anti gang’ song but it seemed to be the gangtsas favorite jam! I performed it rarely but when I did, some crazy creased Dickie, flannel wearin cat would tell me he liked it.
If you listen real close to the backups in the backround of the song, you can hear Rueben and me talking. I am telling him about the story above. We all thought that was a good effect. It made the song feel more like a conversation. ‘Dirt is telling you that guns are bad in the hands of evil people’.
The track was recorded in the Hollywood sessions and mixed a few times before the final album version.
initiated September 28, 1996
RHYMES COME CLEANIN' OUT THE DUST IN YOUR ATTIC
FOR REAL, SPRAY THEM LIKE AUTOMATIC--WEAPON
OPERATION E. EQUALS GUN DESTRUCTION
ORIGINAL TEXT READER
MAINTAIN POWER LIKE RADIO RECEIVER
I BRING NAILS TO YOUR STACKS OF LUMBER
LIKE PHSYCICS BRING 800-TELEPHONE NUMBERS
INVITATIONS TO ROCK THE PARTY SCENE
BUT WHEN THE INSECTS MOVED IN THE PEACE GREW LEAN
PEOPLE WALKIN' CROOKED LIKE UN-V8-ED
LYRICS BURN UP HOT-EVIL GETS CREMATED
HOODLUMS APPROACH ME BUT THEY DAFFY LIKE DUCKS
TRYIN' TO COME AROUND AND MAKE MY EONS FLUX
PEACE-THAT'S WHAT I GIVE TO YOU
AND IF YOU DON'T GIVE IT BACK I STILL GIVE IT TO YOU
RHYMES AS ASSUALT-CHICK-CHICK-HIT THE ASPHALT
LYRICS HIT THE BODY NOW GRAB THE CHALK
MAP THE TERRAIN
BECAUSE I'M MOVING IN YOUR FRAME-OF MIND
AND NOW YOUR STRUNG UP WITH TWINE
AND WHEN IT BREAKS, WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO FALL BACK ON
FAMILIES OF TREACHERY OR HOLY SON
GET MAD-PULL GUN-SHOOT ONE-CROWD RUN
PUT DOWN YOUR METAL AND CHOOSE TRUE WISDOM BECAUSE THOSE LIVING BY THE GUN, DIE BY THE GUN
( Chorus ) 2X'S
GANGSTAS THROW YOUR SIGNS-IMMA DRAW THE LINE
KILLING MY INSIDES ONE MOMENT AT A TIME
GANGSTAS THROW YOUR GUNS AND YOUR GUN BATTLES AWAY
BECAUSE TOMORROW IS NOT A PROMISED DAY
TAKE HEED TO YOUR WEAPONS AND USE THEM
WATER REFLECTS FACE SO HEART REFLECTS MAN (proverb 27:19)
SECRETED ON EARTH BUT SCANDALOUS IN HEAVEN
YOU THINK IT WAS UNSEEN BUT ASK THE BIG MAN
ADHERE TO THE LESSONS OF PROVERBIAL MAN
AND WATCH THE DEVIL GET CRUSHED LIKE FOREHEAD TO CAN
YOU WANNA BATTLE, WELL BRING IT ON MY FRIEND
I BRING MY BRAIN YOU BRING YOURS BUT THERE'S NO EQUIPMENT
ALWAYS YELLIN',"KEEP IT A HUNDRED PERCENT!"
BUT THEN YOU BUY DRUGS AND GOLD BEFORE YOU PAY RENT
WELL GUESS WHAT, NOW YOUR STUCK IN THE CEMENT
CAME HARD LIKE TITANIUM BUT YOU STILL GET BENT
AND FOR YOU GUYS OUT THERE THAT SAY THAT YOU KNOW ME
GET TO KNOW ME, BEFORE YOU TELL SOMEONE THAT YOU KNOW ME
GUNSLINGAS PLAY THAT HARDCORE GAME
SEEKING HOW MANY BULLETS CAN A BODY MAINTAIN
THEY'RE ATTACKING OUR CHILDREN
AND YET WE CLOSE OUR EYES AND ACT LIKE WE DON'T SEE THEM
WELL IF THOUGHT IS THE ROOT TO ACTION
I THINK I'LL THINK ABOUT THEIR DESTRUCTION
AND ACT UPON IT
WITH IMMEDIATE APPLICATION
AND STOP THE INTIMIDATION
YOU CAN STRIKE MY BODY BUT MY SPIRIT FLIES FREE
THEN I BLUNT YOUR REALITY LIKE REFUGEE
ROCKIN' THE PARTY 400 DEEP
BUT SOME FOOL SHOT A GUN THEN WE ALL HAD TO LEAVE
(out on chorus )
Lyrics & Memories: Chant
This is by far the oldest song I wrote appearing on the PLAGUE album. It’s hard to pinpoint but I would put it in 93, NO later than 94. I remember writing it during the time I was in an old crew called ‘Quest 4 Souls’.
I can’t remember exactly why but I picked the American Indian culture as a background for the track. Growing up in San Diego there is a lot of celebrations and festivals centered around that community, and as a kid I always admired the fierceness of Indian warriors (the cowboys sucked!). The purpose behind this song was just a ‘warpath’ vibe so native American Indians just naturally popped into my head while writing.
With that said, I will tell you about an unusually funny memory I have about this track. This song seriously is the oldest on the album. Even the track was completed shortly after writing it. So all the way back in 94 I was doin small shows and rockin this track. One of these performances was at an outdoor community block party in L.A. city. So here I am in the middle of the ghetto jumpin around performing this one. BUT…few people know that the original song had me doing this crazy chanted chorus. Kinda like the baseball fans that chant at the Redskin Indian games. Well at this particular show a 300-pound, drunk Indian lady that was very upset with me approached me after wards.
She had got the feeling that I was mocking her culture. And, I kid you not, she almost killed me right there in the middle of the street. I tried to explain to her that I have alotta respect for the Indian culture and that is what the song stemmed off of. But she wasn’t having it (a scrawny kid tryin to tell a fully grown, fully intoxicated adult the depth behind a song)! She put a curse on me and my family then said that if I ever played that song again her spirit would hunt me down and choke me in my sleep!
It was a long time after that before I even dared to rock that song again. And even when I finally did, that ‘Chanting’ chorus was definitely omitted! It was crazy. I laugh about it now, but back then I was 17 years old and having a huge older woman threaten to kill me was a bit frightening.
When I toured with POD in 97 this seemed to be the favorite. I was used to Bboys and breakdancing. But alotta the shows I did with them was with other bands and I was the only hiphop act. So I used to get kids to start a mosh pit to this track! They all thought that was hilarious.
I have an old Rescue records comp from 94 that has this track on it. It’s actually not the album version because it was the VERY first time I ever recorded in a studio and it showed. Walkin to school in the hood and freestyling while someone else beat boxed was far different than sittin in that vocal booth with that scary microphone hovering over you. But lemme tell you! I learned how to master that mic quick!
Out of all the tracks on PLAGUE I think Chant had one of the most memorable beats. It was just an ill and raw track. Real gritty and street level. Slow moving but powerful like a flash flood.
I was always a Micheal Jackson fan when I was little (yeah! Shaddup!) and always wanted to scratch ‘Smooth Criminal’ in a song. That worked out well here too! Then some goof balls make a million dollars recently by doin a cover of it (Alien Ant Farm)!!
Out of all my tracks, this one has got to be the oldest and most history filled. To write a few paragraphs now doesn’t seem to do any justice. Chant is so old I can barely remember its beginning. Man! I’m getting old!
Chant was recorded a few times before the album version and re-recorded over a new beat for the ‘Upsetter Mixtape’, 2009.
I'LL STICK IT IN YOUR BACK, SON
I BEAT DOWN PARTIAL DARKNESS, LIKE THE RASTA'S
BEAT DOWN UPON THE DRUMS
AT THE NIYABINGHI PARTY
EMOBILIZIN' DARK AREAS
GOT EVERYBODY RUNNING , AND SCARED OF A
LITTLE BROTHA LIKE ME BECAUSE I USE MY VERSES LIKE THEY WAS A GUN
( CHICK-CHICK ) AND MAKE AN EMCEE RUN
MY STYLE IS INFAMOUS, KNOWN ACROSS THE MAP
I'LL BOARD YOUR SHIP AND TAKE YOUR LOOT LIKE THEM PIRATES
I GO PUBLIC TO THE ENEMY
DERIVE MY STRENGTH FROM GOD SO THE IMMORAL CAN'T BEAT ME
I EXCEED OVER THE DEVILS SILLY INSTRUMENTS
MY WAYS ARE POTENT, WHILE YOUR WAYS ARE IMPOTENT
SO GET YOUR CREW AND WE CAN GET IT ON
LIGHT A FIRE AND SING ALL NIGHT LONG
MY EXPERTISE IS DANGEROUS, LIKE THE WRONG END OF A SHOTGUN
BUT STILL DEVILS HAUNT MY CRANIUM
I BE BIG CHIEF-WHILE YOU BE LITTLE CHIEF
'CAUSE I SMOKE A SPIRIT WHILE YOU SMOKE A LEAF
I GET CRAZY LIKE A PUNKROCK MOHAWK
ANTAGONIZE AND HEAR THE SOUND OF THE TOMAHAWK
WICKED ALWAYS PLAYS THE OUTSIDE, NEVER STANDIN' CLOSE TO MY WINDPIPE
BECAUSE THEY MIGHT GET SNIPED
A PROCESSION OF LOCUST STANDIN' WITH INDIAN SPEARS
WAITIN' FOR THE DEVIL TO COME NEAR
HIT UP THE ARMY, LIGHT THE FUSE OF THE WARPATH
AND LISTEN TO THE WAR CHANT
THE FIRE IS BURNIN' WITHIN
TO CHASE ALL THE SNAKES FROM THE SNAKE DEN
AND LAY THE DEVIL'S WORLD DOWN LOW
AND WHEN HE SAYS WHAT THE HECK, I SAY.…
" YOU'VE BEEN HIT BY A SMOOTH CRIMINAL"
...(HEY YOU CAN'T GO IN THERE, THAT'S ABBADON'S OFFICE)...
A SHADY CHARACTER IN THE CORNER, HA
I SAID TO MYSELF THIS MUST BE THE ENEMY
I APPROACHED THE TABLE SLOWLY
HIS STINKIN' MEN STOOD TO THE BACK, AND SURROUNDED ME
NOW THERE'S MAD BROTHAS ON ALL SIDES AND ALL THE WHILE
ALL I SEE IS CROOKED UPSIDE DOWN SMILES
THEY WANNA TAKE ME TO THE RIVER
AND GIVE TO ME SOME CEMENT NIKE'S
I BUST A MICROPHONE OUT QUIOK
GUNS POINTED AT MY HEADD-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK
I LET MY VOICE SLICE THROUGH THE SILENCE
ALL OF THEM ARE SWEATIN' BUT NO ONE GETS VIOLENT
NO ONE LET THE BULLET DOWN THE SHAFT
BECAUSE I STARTED TO GO ON THE WARPATH
Lyrics & Memories: Grasshopper
No song came as cryptic and mysterious as 7Lock’s GRASSHOPPER track!
And it was a bit of a struggle to get it on the album. I have a fond memory of sitting down at a taco shop in downtown San Diego, pleading to my A and R. It was the old artist creativity against the corporations ideas saga! I have ideas on how things should be. One of those ideas consists of letting your boys get a piece too. It’s only right! The men that were with you for the ride the whole time. The men that supported you even back when you was in the cradle. That’s your people! Give em a chunk! 2 songs on this album became such a battle to get on because my representative wasn’t seeing it like that. One was ‘Good Medison’ and the other was this one.
“We only signed you, Dirt, not 7Lock!” said Rueben (by the way, I love Rueben! Don’t read too far into this story.)
“But I aint askin you to sign him too! This is just a solo track that he’s gonna rock. He’s my boy! C’mon, I’m just giving him his spot on my album.”
“But that’s the point. YOUR album. Not His. Why is he getting a solo track on your album!?”
“Because I want to show that we (Locust) are a team! How can I show that if I don’t let my man shine? I know it’s a little different the way I wanna do it, but trust me, it will be dope!”
I finally got Rueben to agree after I cried a bit and then promised that 7Lock wouldn’t ask for money.
7 and me went over to Fingaz, who showed us an extra track he had. I didn’t like it. To tell you the truth, I still don’t think I like it (the beat alone)! But Lock was all over it. So he staked his claim and wrote the lyrics. The ONLY reason I like the end track now is because 7Lock came ruff on it! I think if anyone else attacked it, I wouldn’t dig it. The dope vocal sample of Kane from ‘Kunf Fu’ leaving his master at the end of the song is a personal highlight too (I came to the table with that!).
When the album dropped, most people seemed to like it. And there was a year, at least, where 7 Lock and I got to perform a lot on stage and that would be his solo for the shows.
Nevertheless that song sparked the biggest ‘Locust’ mystery ever. Everyone liked it but didn’t know why. Especially since they didn’t know what the heck the chorus was about! I got tons of email (and still get an occasional question) asking what he was talking about.
So here’s an official explanation (I wont explain the song lyrics. You can get at Lock and ask him about those. But here’s the chorus explained):
You see, in the ‘Shadow of the Locust’ universe there are times when we create our own ‘language’ or slang words. This song utilized on such instance where we had been using a slang term within the crew (and still do).
A grasshopper and a locust are the same exact insect. The only differences is that a locust is when too many grasshoppers are born in one place and they start swarming. Their numbers make them ferocious because they are fighting harder for food and mates. So in a way a grasshopper is that insect you hear all solo in the field at night chirping away. A locust is that same exact insect with thousands of his friends coming to knock on your door! So in our slang terminology within the group, a ‘grasshopper’ is some dude that is either weakhearted or not saved. A ‘Locust’ is a warrior! A person who is tired of a mundane, mediocre existence and jumps up to join the plague! Although they are the same creature, locust tend to be much larger and vivacious because they get more exercise and build more strength through the fierceness of the extra competition.
So when 7lock says, “you be the grasshopper, I’ll be the weedhopper”. He is saying that you can settle for being the weak one, but he is gonna jump over lifes’ struggles.
Make sense? Good! I am glad we could clear this up.
7Lock recorded this track in a home studio in southtown Diego called ‘Abbot Sounds’. It was mixed a few times before the album version.
GRASSHOPPER (performed by 7Lock)
I GOT FORM LIKE KATA FROM A JUDAN SENSAI
TENTH DEGREE KID BE THE LESSON I GIVE
PRETEND YOU BE THE GRASSHOPPER I BE THE LEAD
TAKE HEED--7-LOCK SWIFT TO LAY DOWN YOUR NEED, CHUM
I SEE YOU, YOU SEE ME LIVIN LIFE ABUNDANTLY
SOMETIMES YOU WONDER BEE WHAT BE THE REMEDY
I TELL YOU POWER FROM THE MOST HIGH, GUY
BUT STILL YOU PRAY TO JUBU JI AND HAILE SELASSIE
YET I TRIED TO SHOW YOU MUCH WISDOM LIKE THE LORD OF ILLUSION
BUT IT ALL SEEMS CONFUSING-ALL YOU CAN
IS WHAT I SAY WHEN I SPIT THIS FLAME KID
IS WHAT I SAY WHEN IM LAYIN DOWN MY GAME KID
I READ MY SCROLL WHILE YOU SMOKE YOUR CANNABIS
STANDIN ON MY FRONT LAWN TWIRLING STAFF, SON
YOU BE THE GRASSHOPPER I BE THE WEED HOPPER
YOU JUMP THE GRASS AND I LL JUMP THE WEEDS
I GIVE PLAN LIKE PROFESSOR X TO THE WOLVERINE
LIKE QUEEN, ANOTHER BITES THE DUST EMCEE
I SCRAPE YOU OFF LIKE CREAM ON THE COOKIE
7-LOCK ON THE SPOT RUN THEM VETS LIKE ROOKIES
LOOK BEE SHADOW OF THE LOCUST BE MY SECT
CHRIST BE MY REFUGE AND YOU BE THE REFUGEE, BET
I CAN RUN THE SHOW LIKE THE GONG
TEARIN DOWN THE WALLS IN YOUR WHOLE SYNAGOGUE
LIKE GHENGIS KHAN I TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR KLAN
YOU AND MOHAMMED AND YOUR WHOLE HOLY KORAN
SON I COME TO BRING YOU TRUTH LIKE TODAY AND SON I SEE YOU COME TO BRING ME TRUTH LIKE O.J.
BOOM EXPLOSION LIKE THE SUN HIT THE MOON
7-LOCK ON THE WARPATH DOOM
TO ALL YA NOMADS I GO CAUSE DESTRUCTION THROUGH THE WHOLE DANG CORE
AND MY GOD GIVES ME FLAVA FOR SOME MORE, RAW
MY WHOLE CLICK BE HOLY GHOST LIT
SEE I BRING IT FROM THE TOP OF MY MOUNTAIN
DOWN TO MY FOUNTAIN
PURE LIKE EVIAN MY FLOW COMES TO YOU
PURE LIKE EVIAN KID JUMP IN MY POOL
SON I COME TO SHOW YOUR WAY OUT THE DARK
FOLLOW ME TO MY ARK AND WE LL SAIL TO NEW YORK
AND RUN IT LIKE A GOSPEL SCAM
YOU AND ME LIKE BILLY GRAHAM
AND WE CAN LEAVE THIS HERE LAND, MAN
AND THEN I LL SHOW YOU MY HOLY GHOST MANTIS
SPIRITUAL TAI CHI AND MY JUDO FROM ATLANTIS
THEN I LL SEND YOU OFF ON YOUR OWN
MASTA OF A STYLE TO MAN THATS UNKNOWN
Lyrics & Memories: a Chapter a Day
This song is by far my favorite on the PLAGUE album. Yeah! GO AHEAD AND DISAGREE! I don’t care. To me, this song was the epitome of a perfect Dirt song. The right amount of everything. Just enough ministry but not too much. Just enough street credibility, but too much. Added with a hype beat, an ill concept, and even a dope scratch! C’MON NOW!
This song actually has a crazy story behind it too (maybe that adds to the mix for me, the memories). As you might know, besides hiphop, reggae was a sincere love of mine. I became attracted to the musical genre during my jr. High days. I was lured in by the social and empowering messages of a povertized people on a small island in the caribbeans. To love reggae music is to love Jamaica and Rasta culture. And although I disagree with a majority of the Rastafarian theology, I saw past the debates and saw the people.
Rasta’s might have very different opinions and views, but to me they exemplify some of the most beautiful things found in scripture. The kindheartedness, sincerity and obedience of a true servant, magnified by the raw resisting strength of a righteous warrior. I didn’t grow up with a dad and, although my mom did her best, our house went without the discipline I saw in the Rastafarian community. When I saw their locks of hair, I saw more than a rebellious spirit against social norms, I saw dedication, commitment, long suffering, and endurance. And these were things that my upbringing lacked.
So for a while, my attention to hiphop shifted as I began to search out the things I admired. I wanted to know why Rasta’s read and revered the same bible I did, but yet they were so different from any ‘church’ people I ever met (keep in mind I am talking about real Rastafarians. Not the Americanized version that is only concerned about smoking pot)? How come they seemed to know more scriptures than my pastor? Why were they so militant? Where their beliefs true and mine were wrong? So I searched. And like I said, I in no way would call myself a Rasta today because I do not agree with major theological tenents that they hold to. but nevertheless I developed very strong relationships within the small community of Rasta’s in San Diego. And to add to that, I learned how to ‘eat the meat and spit out the bones’ (how to absorb and apply the good things and disregard the bad).
One of my friends was an older man named Casper. Caspers’ only source of income was selling weed and artwork (paintings and sketches he drew of the Rastafarian culture). Although he was one of the coolest and caring people you could ever meet, he was very harsh in his dealings with his narcotics sells. When people didn’t come correct with the money. He came correct with the beat downs! Even so, me and him were pretty solid friends. I was this young kid that always came around askin questions and he was willing to give answers. Beyond that, he respected me despite my age and treated me like a young adult (which was a first for me). And so our relationship became real tight.
But as the years went by, there was a problem. The more I hung out with him the more my spirit felt convicted. In hindsight, simply because God had a plan bigger than both of us. I was young though, and I denied it for a while. In part, because of my lack of knowledge in Gods sovereignty and omniscience. And also because I really liked Casper and I didn’t want to walk away from our relationship (selfishness).
Well the convictions got worse until I broke and obeyed. I felt that I had to stop hangin around. That I had to ‘cut’ the relationship, and I finally submitted. Its hard to remember exactly what I desired from God, but I recall just feeling like I wanted to leave Casper with ‘something’, but I didn’t know how to come about it with him. How does a small runty kid tell a grown man that maybe he’s wrong and he should try to get better? How does a son tell his dad that he’s gonna leave because the dad is a bad influence?
Well God delivered an answer as usual. It wasn’t what I expected though. I thought God was gonna have me gear up for battle and go in there slingin! Ready for war! God was gonna have me be the young student that humbles the teacher with his insight!
‘Just tell him to read a chapter of the bible a day.’
That’s it? That’s all I have to say? You don’t want me to run up in the spot and spit some big theological sword into the guts!
‘No. Just tell him to read a chapter of the bible a day.’
So that’s what I did. I went and told Casper that he probably wasn’t gonna see me for a while because my mom needed me at home more (HAHA! Blame it on moms as usual!). And in the most sincere way that I could, I asked him to promise me he would read a chapter of the bible a day. And, likewise, in the most sincere way he could, he agreed. So little by little I stopped comin around. But every time I saw him, I reminded him of his promise. Soon I didn’t see Casper any more altogether.
Fast forward over 3 years. I think I was 18 or 19 when I was chilling down at the beach and guess who rides up on a bike? Good ol’ Casper!
‘Maga Kong! Yeah man! Whaya say? (Maga Kong was his nickname for me. It meant ‘Skinny King’).
Reunited and it feels so good. So we talked for a while. And lo and behold, I come to find out that Casper has since renounced his faith in Haille Sellassie as a deity (Ras Tafari) and accepted the scriptural account of Christ as saviour! He also informs me that he has also let loose with the narcotic trafficking and makes money legally now. Then he tells me that it was largely due to the promise he made me and kept!
You might disagree, and that’s your right. But I think that the inspired word of God can change even the hardest of hearts.
This track was remixed by DJ Theatre for ‘the Upsetter Mixtape’, 2009.
A CHAPTER A DAY
HE RIPPED THE PAPYRUS
HIS STYLE WAS RECKLESS
BURNT THE CAMP TO ASHES
RAP SHEETS LONGER THAN THE LOCH NESS
WHEN HIS MIND BUBBLED HOT HE SPRUNG HIS PLANS MATTRESS
EVIL WORDS FROM HIS MOUTH HIT THE HEART PIECE LIKE A GUNSHOT
ANY ATTEMPT AT RIGHTEOUSSNESS-HE JUST BLEW IT LIKE SNOT
HIS DEVELOPMENTS GOT ARRESTED
NOT REALIZING THAT BY GOD HE GOT TESTED
AND TEMPTED BY SATAN
HIS WAR WAS SPIRITUAL-LIKE VIETNAM OR SAIGON
LIFE WAS LOST-UNFOCUSED HIS ATTENTION FROM THE CROSS
NARCOTICS IN THE PROJECTS
CRIMES THAT LEAVE NO EVIDENCE
FORGET THE 6th COMMANDMENT
EVIL RADIUS-STUDY HEATHEN SCIENCE
BACK-STAB BUSINESS AND KILL THE WITNESSES
RESIST BENEVOLENCE WITH FLESHLY DEFENSES-HE WANTS TO BE THE PRESIDENT
HE PLAYED HIS GAMES LIKE SNAKES IN GRASSES
CLIMBED TREES LIKE ZACHEUS AND DROPPED WICKED VIRUSES
MY COMPANIONS TRIED TO BREAK IT UP LIKE GLASS
BUT HE LICKED A SHOT REAL HARD AND SPREAD OUT LIKE A RASH
YOUNG SOLDIERS GOT STUNG LIKE THE TAIL OF
GOOD MEN TURN LIKE ANIKIN-THEN HE BRINGS IT AGAIN
HE COPYRIGHTED HIS TACTICS LIKE A TEMPLATE
N-BRUSHED OUT HIS ENEMIES LIKE TOOTHBRUSH AND COLGATE…
HOLD BACK THOSE STUMBLING TO THE SLAUGHTER
CAUSE WHEN I SAY CHAPTA I MEAN HOLY SCRIPTURE
HE READ A CHAPTER A DAY
KEEPIN THE DEVILS AWAY
CORINTHIAN-BROUGHT FORTH A NEW PROPOSITION
WITH A CHAPTER A DAY
I SEEN HIM CHANGE HIS WAYS
HE READ A CHAPTER A DAY
JUST A CHAPTER A DAY
FORWARD JEHOVAH SOLDIER-EXCEL
STAGNATE THE OLD SHELL......
HE WENT FROM SLAVE TO SON FOUR SEVEN GALATION
BOXED UP TIGHT RECEIVING VENTILATION
FORMER SELF GOT HIT
WITH HIGH POWER FROM GOD THRU HOLY SPIRIT, MAN THE VEIL GOT RIPPED
HE TOOK A SIP, AND NOW HE STICK IT
TO THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE PATH, YAWHEH BROUGHT HIM BACK
INFESTATION GOT PEIRCED BY AN ARROW FROM GOD
AND GOT HEALED LIKE THEM PEOPLE THAT TOUCHED MOSES ROD
HE WAS LOOKIN FOR THINGS HE COULDN'T FIND IN WEED
TIRED OF DAMNATION
SATANIC EQUATIONS, THAT EQUAL CALCULATIONS-OF RUCUS
HIS SOUL YEARNED FOR EXODUS
HIS ATHEIST WAS SWITCHED TO AN ESOPHOGUS
THAT SCREAMED 'JEHOVAH-AH-SHALOM'
HE TOOK HIS STUFF TO THE GRINDSTONE
HE WORE TOMMY HILFIGER
TOOK IT OFF AND COME WITH TOMMY HELL FIGHTER
YOU CAN COME AGAINST THE FATHER WITH CLENCHED FISTS
BUT GO AWAY PREACHING THE TRUTH LIKE JOHN THE BAPTIST
Plague: "Intoxicated by Self"
Lyrics & Memories: Intoxicated by Self
Man! When Fingaz showed me this beat, I tripped out. I was immediately attracted to it. It was real unorthodox just like me. It was an ill beat but it didn’t make sense why. I thought that it was also a welcomed change from the downwardly moody direction that most of the music on the PLAGUE album seemed to have been taking.
So I snatched up the tape and skated home to start writing. The lyrical content is based around the chorus, which I thought up first. I personally liked the chorus, but I think alotta people thought it was too ‘deep’. It wasn’t anything that could be chanted on stage to get the people to ‘cut a rug’. It was a song that was seemingly hard to get across on stage. And because of that I think I only performed it a few times live.
The idea of the name is pretty self explanatory. When you are not obedient to God, you are ‘drunk’ with your own desires. Your disobedience brews an intoxicating feeling of being in ‘control’ of yourself. You start to feel as if you don’t need God and you can take the wheel yourself. You get all big headed and self centered. That all just reminded me of a drunk person.
There is the popular saying of ‘being drunk in the spirit’ used to explain someone who is deeply and intimately acting out in accordance to God moving in their life. I just thought the same could be said about a person who is not in accordance with God. They are not intoxicated in His spirit, but in the spirit of themselves. Intoxicated by self. This egocentrical concentration seems to always lead to very destructive consequences not only to others, but ourselves too.
This was one of the songs that were recorded in the Hollywood session and later remixed in San Diego.
INTOXICATED BY SELF
THE JOURNEY HAS BEGUN FIRST STEPS OF THE REVOLUTION
INTOXICATE LIKE BOURBON
DO NOT CUT THE STEM FROM THE FLOWER
SEEDS TURN SOUR
FACILITATE LIKE NINTH HOUR
WITH SOUND WAVES THAT DESTROY THE TUNNELS OF PRISONS
I RELEASE VISIONS OF DEMONS
BEING PURGED FROM HUMANS
THEY TALKIN' ONE MAN CLAN
I TALK UNIFICATION
NOURISHMENT FROM SELF RIGHTEOUSNESS BRINGS A GIANT TO THE GROUND...........
GO YE FORTH TO ALL CORNERS OF THE EARTH
MOM HOOKED UP FIRST BUT GOD HOOKED SECOND BIRTH
WICKED MEN- YOU TRANSCEND YOUR OWN LEVEL
SITTING AT TABLES AND MAKING DEALS WITH DEVILS
IMPREGNATES AND TURNS TO DEMONS
INTOXICATED BY SELF- WHO'S AT HOME
NOBODY- WE LEFT OUR CHILDREN ALONE
WE BURNT DOWN OUR HOUSES WITH EVIL FLAME
SEEKING AFTER JEWELS OF WHICH WE CAN'T OBTAIN
-INTOXICATED BY SELF WHO LEAVES THE KNOWLEDGE ON THE SHELF
AND SEEKS WORLDLY GAIN AND WORLDLY WEALTH
WE PILLAGE OUR TOWN AND RAPE OUR WOMEN
N' WHEN WISE MEN RISE AGAINST WE KILL THEM
WE TAKE OUR TUMBLES
IN THE JUNGLE WE RUMBLE
IN THE GHETTO
SEEING THE SILHOUETTE OF THE UNTRAINED
WE NEED POWER AND FUEL LIKE METHANE
A DULL AXE REQUIRES GREAT STRENGTH
BE SEEKING WISDOM AND SHARPEN THE BLADE (ECLES. 10:10)
BRINGING FORTH FELLOWSHIP BUT NO ONE OBEYED
BURN THE TIP LIKE BIDIS
START THAT HEART PUMPING LIKE 3 WEEK OLD FETUS
WORLD THOUGHT DISENAGRATION
MENTALLY SPARK FIRES- AND WATCH 'EM SMOKE FROM CRANIUM
SHADOW MOVE LIKE MARINE
SETTING STANDARDS- AND STIMULATE LIKE CAFFEINE
OUR ENEMIES IN THE MIRROR
ATTACK BACK WITH MEDITATION AND PRAYER
INTOXICATED BY SELF-WHO'S AT HOME
NOBODY WE LEFT OUR CHILDREN ALONE
WE BURNT DOWN OUR HOUSES WITH EVIL FLAME
SEEKING AFTER JEWELS OF WHICH WE CAN'T OBTAIN
-INTOXICATED BY SELF- I SEEN THEM PEOPLE BUILD UPON THEY HATE-
STACK IT UP LIKE CRATE
A NEW SEED IS IN THE CHAMBER
THEY FILLED WITH ANGER- SINGING SONGS
ENTICING ME TO COME ALONG
UNHOLY GHOST CAPPING OFF MAD AMMUNITION
CRY THROUGH MY THIRD EYE
MY BODY'S TREMBLIN'
THE JUNGLE'S BURNIN' UP SON
GANGSTA'S GRAB YA' GUNS REAL HEADZ GRAB WISDOM
E-NUFF TALK ABOUT COMBAT- COMBAT THAT
OR GET DESTROYED IN THE AFTERMATH
NO MORE FRUITS OF DECEPTION
NO MORE DREAMS OF GRANDEUR OR MENTAL DELLUSIONS
Lyrics & Memories: Revolution
This song is the second part of ‘Evilution’. It is a statement of victory through uniting with your peoples and fighting against the evils surrounding you. Lock and me didn’t want this song to be as heavy as the Evilution song. So we wrote it as a ‘fight’ song in the disguise of a ‘party’ song (‘and all the party people threw all their hands up’).
7 and me always seem to sound so natural together. It is the differences in our styles and voices that compliment eachother. We wrote this song in the living room of the second ‘locust mansion’ (the one that you see on the enhanced CD of the Plague album). My last verse on this track was actually taken from an old skool verse I wrote way back that I never even thought I would use. We laughed about it because it came from a whole song that was a big cheesy story. I told Lock that I used to think the original song was so dope! But it really wasn’t. It ended up sounding good by using a fraction of it at the end of this song.
This was one of the most responded to songs that 7lock and me used to perform together, we used to have the crowd jumpin outta shoes and socks! I enjoyed it because thats how I saw the song. As a ‘warcry’ that is sung before a battalion of soldiers before going to battle.
I’m listening to the song right now, and I’m laughing some of the over exaggerated backups here and there. The crazy sounds we were doin in the back would almost be comical if they were heard solo. There is a part where I say ‘they hit up my playground’ that was supposed to be enhanced by a sample from the ‘Playground’ song that Another Bad Creation did back in the day. And most of those sound effects I was doin on my own were supposed to be taken from actual sound effects CD, But hey, we were on a budget.
There was a mess up that I still aint happy with. At the end I am giving out a rollcall of some dope emcee’s and bands that we like and I say ‘mighty army drawn up for battle’. But my tongue slips and it sounds more like ‘mioghty ormy’!!
EVIL GETS RIPPED LIKE TWO HANDS RIP PAPER
TECHNIQUES MORE MYSTERIOUS THAN A HARDY BOYS CAPER
MY SOUL EQUIPPED WITH STAINLESS STEEL BOBWIRE
UNLIKE THE WALLS OF JERICHO I WILL NOT RETIRE
COULD NEVER HANG WITH A NEGATIVE VIBE
AND LIKE SATURDAY NIGHT, I COME LIVE
THESE FIENDS ARE OUT TO DESTRUCT ME, THEY HIT UP MY PLAYGROUND
WHEN THE LIGHTS ARE DOWN
BUT I COME BACK LIKE A SUPER SECRET AGENT
ONLY USIN' SHADOW OF THE LOCUST SPY EQUIPMENT
I THROW OUT A SMOKESCREEN AND LURE THE DEVILS TO A BUILDIN'
SET UP WITH TRAPS FOR THEM
THE FIRST ROOM WHEN THEY COME INSIDE
CLIK-CLIK-THE DOORS LOCK AND IN THROUGH THE VENTS COME CYANIDE
BOY THEY TRIED TO SNEAK IT ON UP FROM THE BACK
I HEARD 'EM COMIN
WHEN THEIR SWEAT DROPS HIT THE SMUT
DREW OUT MY SWORD WHEN IT ALL CAME DOWN
EMCEE'S BY THE DOZEN TRIED TO STEAL MY SOUND........
1800 DAYS AND I WAS SITTIN AT HOME, YO
THINKIN' 'BOUT THE TIME WHEN THEY WAS ATTACKIN' ME KID
SMACKIN ME KID
WICKED EMCEE'S TRIED TO INFILTRATE MY PATH
WHEN THE HAND OF THE ALMIGHTY ONE STRENGTHENED UP MY WRATH
FLEW IN GLORIOUS FLIGHT
LOCUST SWARM LIKE JAPANESE KAMIKAZE IN THE MOONLIGHT
LIGHT-THEY TRIED TO IGNITE
THEY BROUGHT THE WRONG WEAPONS TO THE FIGHT AND TRIED TO RAIN ON WATER TIGHT
I'VE PULLED OUT SCRIPTURE AND SEEN KILLER BOYS RUN
USE PSALMS AND PROVERBS AGAINST FALSE RELIGION
I SHAKE VIPERS OFF LIKE PUAL SHOOK THE ONE FROM HIS EXTRIMITY
THEN I BLOW UP THE VICINITY
LIKE A FIRE BRICK
SO YOU BETTER GET HIP
TO THESE EMCEE'S THAT GLORIFY THE FIRST THREE TABLETS
MAN THIS REVOLUTION IS STRAIGHT UP TO DATE
COMIN' THROUGH THE HEADPHONES SO TIGHT IT MAKES ME LAMENTATE
'MASTA GOD HAVE MERCY 'PON THE MIC INNA ME HAND
GIVE US GOOD RANGE AND SIGHT TO BLOW UP WICKED HEATHENS
'-YOU SAID THAT YOU WANTED A REVOLUTION
SO THE LOCUST CAME IN WITH THE GOOD SOUND SYSTEM
AND ALL THE PARTY PEOPLE THREW ALL THEY HANDS UP
'CAUSE WHEN WE GRIPPED THE MICROPHONES WE BLEW THE DANCEFLOOR UP
ANNIHILATION, THE ARMY OF EVIL WITHDREW THEY HEAT
TESTED BY THE FIRE, MANS WORKS, THEY COME TO NOTHIN
APPROACHIN ME IN THE FORM OF AN ANGEL OF LIGHT
THE CRAFT OF WICKED MAN BECAME FUTILE
AND LIKE REPTILES, THEY STRUCK DOWN LOW TO STING MY SHINS
SON, THE BATTLE WAS ON WHILE EMCEE’S CONFESSED THEY SINS
AND FELL SHORT OF THE GLORY THAT SHINED THAT NIGHT
MAD BOY 7 LOCK MADE THAT MIC IGNITE
THEY RAN OUTSIDE TO A BLACK HELICOPTER
I GOT A LASER GUIDED MISSILE LUANCHER
I WATCHED THE BIRD FALL TO THE EARTH IN FLAME AND FIRE
THEN I CHECK THE RUBBLE FOR SURVIVORS
ONE OF THE THEM ARE DEAD THE OTHER TWO STILL GOT BREATHE
SO I TAKE THEM TO A SECRET UNDERGROUND BASEMENT
NOW I GOT P.O.W’S
THAT I TIE UP TO CHAIRS ALL BEAT UP AND BRUISED
AT FIRST THEY WONT TELL ME THEY SECRETS
BUT BEFORE THEY DIE THEY BECOME WEAK AND START TO SPEAK
NOW I KN OW THE PLANS OF THE OTHER SIDE
I FAX A MESSAGE TO SATAN ‘YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN’T HIDE’
(out on chorus)
Lyrics & Memories: Evilution
Back around ’94 through ‘’97, I was associated with a crew called ‘Quest 4 Souls’. There were 8 of us in all. I ended up being close to all of them in different ways. But one of them in particular became a unique friend. His name was Bju and he was a native of Trinidad Island. Before I met him I had branched out from my first musical love, hiphop, and started to absorb myself into reggae and its rich culture. Since Bju was from the Caribbean I was immediately attracted to him. And since I was very well versed on Jamaican music, culture and history he, likewise, was drawn to me. We became good friends because of our shared love for the Islands.
Bju had a strong addiction to marijuana. Almost daily he would partake in the aesthetic pleasure of inhaling the weed. Although I did not share his habit we were still cool. His moms would be at work and he would burn it, while I sat their playing Nintendo or cooking top ramen. I was never really a judgmental person. Live and let live. So I let Bju live. But we’d often get into disputes about it. Not because I wanted him to stop. He had to make his own decisions and stick to his own commitments. The reason I would get upset at times, though, is because he wanted to stop. He was always complaining about how he wished he had enough discipline to quite. So I would tell him that he had to make a choice and commit to it. He would reply with some ‘easier said than done’ remark. And it would roll around the pit from there.
I was his friend. I believed in him. But it was his rollercoaster ride. He would try his hardest to quite. It would last a short time, and then the levy would break and the temptation would rush him again.
I remember that there was one time where he seemed to be setting a personal record. Every day I would ask him, “what up?”.
And he would say, “Naw man, I didn’t light any today”.
And so it went day after day. From an ‘every other day’ habit to almost 3 months!
Well one night I was chillin at the crib doing whatever. And outta no where Bju admits to me that he had been lying about not smoking. We had been friends for close to 2 years and although we were punks to eachother at times, we had never been dishonest with one another. He told me that I seemed so proud of him as the days went by that he just kept telling me that he was clean. I knew Bju enough to know that he had very few people ‘proud’ of him in his life. Everything was cool. We were still friends after that and life went on.
But that night, after I gave him dap and bounced out the door, something kept me on the porch of his house. I was sad for Bju. I had pity. To watch a friend struggle so hard with any issue, in such a drastic way, for such a long time gets to be harsh even for the spectators.
So for the next hour and a half I sat under his dim porch light, unbeknownst to him, and wrote the EVILUTION song. In actuality I pretty much plagiarized it from the book of Lamentations in scripture. Bju’s war made me think of a tormented person spiritually crying out for strength. Crying made me think of lamenting. And that directed me towards the book. So I pulled out this dope little pocket bible I had and my notebook and started reading and writing. The book was so thick with imagery that all I had to do was find the rhymes.
In the song I wanted to mimic not the conflict of an inner war, but the times in which you feel like all is hopeless. Like the enemy has the upper hand. Because to Bju it was hopeless. He gave the enemy too much credit and gave up fighting too much.
The track, on the album, was produced by Tim (Sir Roc) from ‘Sackcloth Fashions’. Tim doesn’t ever believe me. But out of all the songs on the PLAGUE album, his soundscape for this one is the closest to what I heard in my head when writing it. It was one of the ones recorded in Hollywood and then mixed down in San Diego.
I always wanted to perform this one live but have actually never done it. I couldn’t really say why. I was just convinced early on that people at a live show would probably not like hearin such a moody song and I bought into that lie.
Pt.1 (EVILUTION: UNHOLY GHOSTS)
NOT EVIL FLESH AND BLOOD BUT EVIL PRINCIPALITIES
THEY TRIED TO DECEIVE ME
SPOKE SOFT LIES SINCE MY MOTHER CONCEIVED ME
I PUT MY EAR TO THE GROUND AND TRIED TO LISTEN FOR THE TRAPS
THEY COMIN' 2,000 MEN ON HORSEBACK
THEY BRINGIN' FORTH THE WAR OF MY ARMAGEDDON
SEEKING FOR SOMEONE TO DEVOUR LIKE A HUNGRY LION
THEY'RE THROWIN' CURIOSITY AT MY BRAIN
USING TECHNIQUES OF TORTURE, THAT ARE JUST NOT HUMANE
BARRING MY WAY WITH BLOCKS OF STONE (Lamentations 3:9 )-ENTICING ME
MUD WAS PLACED UPON MY EYES AND WHEN IT DRIED I COULDN'T SEE
THE AFFLICTION IS COMING AND I CAN FEEL IT (lamentations 3:1)
ATTEMPTS WERE MADE TO END MY LIFE IN THE BOTTOM OF A PIT (Lamentations 3:33)
HANDS WERE PLACED OVER MY MOUTH SO MY LAMENTATIONS COULD NOT REACH THE EARS OF THE MOST HIGH
THEY SAID THAT MY SOUL MUST DIE
AND WHEN I ASKED WHY.....
THEY REVEALED THERE PLAN FOR THIS AND EVERY GENERATION
MANUFACTURE SEEDS OF WICKED AND PLANT THEM IN ALL GARDENS
CONCEPTS OF IMMORALITY HAVE PERMEATED MY HEAD
MY FLESH REBELS AND CHOOSES THE PATH OF THE DEAD
THE GATES OF THE CITY SINK INTO THE EARTH (Lamentations 2:9)
THE BONES WITHIN MY FLESH BREAK AS SIN IS GIVEN BIRTH (Lamentations 3:4)
A NATION OF PAGANS ENTER THE SANCTUARY
THOSE THAT WERE FORBIDDEN ARE NOW MEMBERS OF THE ASSEMBLY (Lamentations 1:10)
THE COMMUNITY IS STUNTED BY EVIL INTENTIONS
AND THE PROPHETS OF THE LORD ARE NO LONGER RECEIVING VISIONS (Lamentations 2:9)
FINE GOLD HAS BECOME DULL, THE SACRED GEMS HAVE BEEN SCATTERED ( Lamentations 4:1)
ON THE CLOTHES OF THE UNRIGHTEOUS INNOCENT RIGHTEOUS BLOOD IS SPLATTERED (Lamentations 4:13)
THOSE WHO ONCE ATE FINE FOODS ARE DESTITUTE IN THE STREETS (Lamentations 4:5)
ALL THIS IS GOING DOWN 'CUASE OF THE INIQUITIES OF THE PRIESTS (Lamentations 4:13)
UNTAINTED BABIES ARE ABORTED
SINS ARE IMPORTED AND EXPORTED
TRANSMISSIONS FROM ON HIGH HAVE BEEN DISTORTED
"RESTORE US TO YOURSELF, SO THAT WE MAY RETURN"
THIS ECHOES IN MY HEAD AS THE FOUNDATIONS BURN...................
...................MY MIND BLURS, TRANSGRESSION MATURES
UNHOLY GHOSTS TO MY RIGHT, UNHOLY GHOSTS TO MY LEFT
LEADING ME DOWN A HALLWAY TO THE MORAL LAW OF DEATH
Lyrics & Memories: Good Medison
In ’97 I got to go on tour with P.O.D.. We left for 6 weeks as we made our way up to the Cornerstone festival (http://cornerstonefestival.com). It was one of the most enlightening times of my life. Not only did I learn a lot from watching Sonny and them boys on stage and behind stage, but my mind was opened to the fact that there were more musical genres out there beyond the one I grew up in. And even beyond that I realized that in reality there is no good reason to shut off a group of people because of their outer appearance or customs. There are excellent things to be gained from opening yourself up to other cultures and societies. It was a great time, and the lessons of those days have yet to leave me.
Most of the Plague album had been recorded by this time. I had a strong desire to establish ‘Shadow of the Locust’ with on this album (a network I had started of likeminded musicians across the U.S.). Obviously to do that, I had to get some of my cats on the album. At the time my record label was not seeing my vision, and understandably so, because they had signed just me as a solo artist. The misconception on their part was that I didn’t want my people to be ‘signed’ on the label with me, I just wanted the world to know that there was a whole crew of similarly creative emcee’s that had been kept underground with me. I was never good at self promotion and I am always concerned with allowing the people around me to climb the ladder with me.
The original plan was to have all the cats in ‘Remnant Militia’ and ‘Sons of Intellect’ to represent themselves throughout the Plague album. But it turned out to be a hassle for me to gain the label support financially and spiritually to do this. So in the long run, I opted for the second best option. One chance, one song, all emcee’s. My one opportunity came on the tour with P.O.D.
I set it up so that I had a ride from Cornerstone down to Florida, were those two crews were based. From there, I had bought a one way plane ticket back home to San Diego. There was a band that was from Florida that was willing to give me a ride down after the Cornerstone event so that I could get the ‘Good Medison’ song recorded. But things just never seem to go as planned in the crazy adventurous world of Dirt. At Cornertsone, the band that offered the ride never showed up. So after my opening set for P.O.D, on stage in front of 9,000 fans, I humbly asked for a ride down to Florida. Throughout the next few days I was approached by a few groups of people that were willing, but ended up goin with a youth pastor and his group. His name was Chris Boggles, and if you look in the credits he is listed as the ‘executive producer’ of the song. It was my way of saying thanks for the ride. They were able to take me to Atlanta Georgia, and Chris bought me a plane ticket the rest of the way to my destination.
While in Cape Corral I was blessed. I spent most of my time with Goldenchild and his family. We had to drive about an hour away from his pad to meet up with ‘Remnant Militia’ at the studio. Everything concerning the song was kinda up in the air. The song was goin to obviously be long, so we had decided to make it as one solid drum track, with 4 different loops coming in as the song progressed. So in most respects it would not get boring because it was almost like having 4 separate songs mixed together instead of one long one. Upon arriving at the studio, no one had written anything, and the beats were yet to be ‘complete’ (oooh, that’s a rhyme!). Even though there was a bit of stress to get the song done (we only had that night to do it), it really became a great time of fellowship. I hadn’t seen my family in 6 weeks while on tour, but being with these guys I felt like I was surrounded by fam!
Needless to say, the song got done. I had to leave the masters with Drastic and Architect/Construct so they could mix it. I didn’t hear the end result for another month or so. I was highly impressed considering the rushed atmosphere surrounding its creation, but I wasn’t hopeful that the fans would like it. It was really long, clocking in at 7 minutes and 40 seconds. I was afraid that it didn’t move enough to capture the ears of kids for the whole length.
But after the album was released, my fear was put to rest. Some songs on the album I have gotten little or no feedback, But not ‘Good Medison’! I have never heard anything negative about it. The time factor actually played well because most kids said that they were enraptured by the fact that it was so long but still remained phat all the way through.
The song was placed as the second on the album because after making my intitial ‘impression’ I wanted to show that there was a crew behind me that was also geared up and readied for any knuckle ruckus.
I got the vocal sample in front of the song (‘insects are all around us…’) from a ‘Money Mark’ album. I chose this sample because it states at the end that some things are ignored even though they are beautiful to listen to. Through out the song, there is another vocal sample from the GI Joe movie. It’s Destro saying ‘Behold, the culmination of centuries. The ultimate fruit’. I am pretty sure Architect was responsible for that one. I liked it because in ‘christian terms’ fruit is symbolic to the result of your work. Your efforts will bear ‘fruit’.
My favorite of the 4 loops used in the song was definitely the first one that I appear on. But I equally love hearing Oposit and Roldan on their parts. The small backup before Oposits’ piece is me ‘creatively’ explaining the meeting of Dirt, Remnant and Sons.
The name comes from the idea that medicine is good because it heals. But the word medicine was spelled wrong on purpose to suggest that Gods son (medi-son) is the ultimate doctor.
IT DON'T MATTER, WHO YA ARE
BOO YA KA! SCATTER
DRASTIC FIRST BATTER UP TO CAPTURE, YOUR IMAGINATION
WITH A 4RTH DEMINSIONAL, GRAPHIC, SCHEMATIC
ON TELEPIC COMMUNICATIONS
SELECTED METHOD UNDETECTED
YOUR DEFENSE STATIONS BEEN SABATOGED
BY LIUTENANT COMMAND ROLDAN MESSIANIC
PEASANT ASSASSIN AT LARGE
I'M BLASTIN A BARAGE
OF VIVID LYRICS
IN 5 DIFFERENT SPEEDS LIKE A CIVIC STICK SHIFT
MY MIND DRIFTS IN THE SPIRIT
GOT GIFTS NOT TO RECEIVE BUT TO GIVE IT
WON'T SAY IT UNLESS I LIVE IT
DRUNKEN DRAGON SLAY IT THEM EVICT IT
FROM MY PREMISES
CAN'T MEASURE THIS WITH THE UNFOCUSED EYE,
OR MIMIC THE STYLES OF THE NEMESIS
LOCUST SWARM THE SKY
AND EVER SINCE MY SECOND BIRTH, I BEEN TRANSFORMIN LIKE THE FLY
BODY PARTS START TO FALL OFF ONLY TO REPLENISH
WHAT MY GOD STARTS HE'LL FINISH
SO I DEFEAT AND DIMINISH
THESE POSSESSED EMCEE'S
I TOLD YA SOLDIERS NEVER REST AT EASE
YOU PRESSED ON YOUR GAS AND WASTE YOUR FUEL, SON
SHOULDA REMEMBERED, THE WEAK SHALL INHERIT THE KINGDOM
21 ATTACKED, I KNOCKED EM DOWN TO 7
AND SAVED PRACTICE FOR MILITIA
BULLET LIKE LYRICS HIT YA
AND RIP YA, REDEFINE CRAYOLA OR CHALK
LIKE THE SCARE CROW IN THE CORNSTALK
I PETRIFY WICKED BIRDS THAT WANNA EAT UP THE CROPS
STRAIGHT FROM GODS SOIL
WE BURN IT LIKE VEGETABLE AND SQUEEZE LIKE SNAKE COIL
THEY GAVE US MICROPHONES BECUASE WE WRAP (RAP) LIKE TIN FOIL
LEAVIN SPOTS BLOWN FROM CTATACOMBS I EMERGE
DEACON PREPARIN FOR WHATS ABOUT TO OCCUR
FULLY RHYME SET THAT FLASH LIKE A BLUR
THE WATER IS STILL SO IT'S TIME FOR US TO STIR
WITHIN THE FAMILY WE'RE SHARPENIN OUR SWORDS
ENTER IN WITH NEGATIVE, GET CHECKED, KID!
CONNECTED LIKE SKIN TO YOUR PORES
EXPECT IT, EVERY TIME WE STEP IN TO BLOW DOWN YOUR DOOR
YOU DIDN'T THINK WE COULD ROCK LIKE THIS
DIS WITHOUT THE FIST
AND STILL PUSH WACKNESS OFF THE PRECIPICE
NEVER LET IN ON THE HILL, BORN TO THRILL
GOIN WORLDWIDE, YO, THRU THE LORDS WILL
IT'S THE CONSCIENCE ONE, THE REMNANT REPRESENTA
MILITANT MIND, YAHWEH'S THE EPICENTER
BENT YA LIKE PIPES AND BLEW UP LIKE DYNAMITE
PHAT EMCEE IS THE STATUS, SO DON'T TEST-AIGHT!?
INVASION FROM CELESTIAL LIKE I WAS DEAMONITE
TAKIN FLIGHT LIKE I WAS A LOCUST IN THE NIGHT
GODS GOT THE BACK, NO NEED FOR HINDSIGHT
LIVIN BY THE SPIRIT, NOT BY MY MIGHT
I BREAK FORTH LIKE SUMMER ROSES IN JUNE
EMPTY TOMBS CROSS MY MENTAL CACCOON, I ASSUME
CAPTIVATION BY VERBAL TRANCES
OF SPOKEN WORD SPLASHED ONTO THE CANVAS
OF HIGHER LEARNING TO SOME FORMS QUITE TOXIC
CHRIST FORMS MY OPTIC, CHECK MY LOGIC
IT KNOCKS YA OUT LIKE ANASTEZIOLOGIST
TAKIN NOTES TO COPY THIS
THERE AINT NO STOPPIN THIS
I'M DROPPIN THIS MENTAL STRATEGY
CUASE WHO'S THE NEXT TO BE THE CASUALTY
CHECK MY MASTERPEICE
I PRODUCE LINES AND LOCUST SWARM UPON THIS
THE QUIET BEFORE THE STORM
DO NOT CONFORM TO THE LUKE WARM
ENEMIES FIEND TO APPREHEND ME
THE SONS OF INTELLECT WILL NEVER BE DUPLICATED, ORIGINATED
KJ5 LEAVES YOU ALL STRAIGHT UP JADED
SHADOW OF THE LOCUST CONSTANTLY STAY FOCUSED
MY WHOLE STYLE IS MAGIC, SO HERE'S THE HOCUS POCUS
DON'T OVERDOSE THIS, THE POTIONS TOO POTENT
THE USE OF SHARP PHRASES
AMAZES EMCEE'S TO GATHER ROUND
WITNESS MIRACLES IN THE UNDERGROUND
SALIVA DRENCHED MICTROPHONES MAKE WEAK EMCEE'S DROWN
THEY TRIED TO APPLY FORCES FROM THEIR WACK HIGH HORSES
I THEN USE METHODS OF MEDITATION
AND CREATIONS THROUGH SENSATIONS
JUST A SOLDIER, THAT'S MY OCCUPATION
WHO'S THE GOLDEN ONE? SHINING LIKE THE SUN
GETTIN AIR AND ROCKIN MICROPHONES JUST FOR FUN
I TAKE OFF YOUR MASK TO DISCOVER OTHER ONES
POISON MICROPHONES AND ANNOY MY EARS LIKE DIAL TONES
TIME TO SET YA STRAIGHT LIKE BROKEN BONES
I THROW PEBBLES WHILE YOU PERSIST TO THROW STONES
IMITATIONS GET SENT BACK LIKE HAITANS FOR THEY PREMEDITATIONS!
BIBLICAL CONTEXT DOCTRINE HAS MY SOUL ILLUMINATED
THE RISEN MESSIAH IS ANXIOUSLY AWAITED
AINTICIPATED BY A NATION, BEFORE CREATION PREDESTINATED
TO BE HATED BY MODERN PHARISEE'S WHO ARE MENTALLY DEVASTED
PHILISTINE MINDED, CORRUPT ADMINISTRATION
IN CONSTANT WAR AGAINST CHOSEN ARMEGEDDON VIRTUAL FIGHTERS
HOLY SCRIPTURE, ANGELIC NINJA
REMNANT MILITIA MINISTER
A CALLED SOLDIER ON THE FRONTLINE
IN THIS WORLD WAR 3
RIGHTEOUSS ARMY, DIVINE MILITARY
RECEIVING STRATEGIC BATTLE CODES FROM THE TRINITY
THOSE FOES WHO OPPOSE JEHOVAH ROFFI
WILL BE SENTENCED TO A FIERY PENETENTARY
TILL INFINTY, ETERNAL CATASTROPHE IS THE PENALTY
FOR UNREPENTED SINS, SCENTED TROOPS OF INIQUITY
PERPERTRATORS OF MOUNT ZION
CLINGIN ON TO BLASPHEMIC ICONS
PRESENT DAY BABYLON
LIKE THE POPES OF THE ROMAN EMPIRE
TO THE GOVERNMENT OF HONG-KONG
WHEN THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK WE ATTACK WITH FULL FORCE
ARTIFACTS SEALED TO DAT, CONTINUE ON COURSE LIKE AT-AT
I WEILD THE SWORD AND POETRY WITH EQUAL SKILL LIKE THE SAMURAIS
NEVER ANALYZE, MISSION EXECUTE WITH NO COMPROMISE
NOTARIZED BY MY COMMANDEER AND CHIEF
TO EXTERMINATE THE FALSE BELIEFS
THAT INFILTRATE THE WEAK
ZERO TOLERANCE TO FRUADULAENT
MINISTER'S OF ANY MANNER
WHEN SNAKES RISE AGAINST THE ARCHITECT, THE FAMILY HAMMER
DIGITAL VANDALIST, ORIGINAL
DO YOU HAVE THE STAMINA TO OUTLAST THE SOUL DISMANTLER
IF SO, FOLLOW THE STRAIGHT AND NARROW
DON'T FALL FOR LIES OF PHAROAHS
BLOCK THE FIERY ARROWS
SHADOW OF THE LOCUST FOCUSED ON THE I AM I
ELSHADAI WE GLORIFY
TIME IS NIGH, DON'T LET YOUR SOUL RUN DRY
NEVER FOLD, STAND BOLD AND IN CONTROL
AS THE WINTERS GET COLD
WE PLAN TO FULFILL WHAT'S BEEN FORETOLD
WITH MILITANT TACTICS, BIBLICAL MATHEMATICS
HITTIN YA ATTIC, SQUASHIN HUMAN PHILOSOPHICAL STATIC
SINCE GENESIS, BEEN DOIN BATLE WITH MY ARCH NEMESIS
SO I CONTINUE UNTIL FROM EARTH WE MAKE OUR EXODUS
NOW IT'S TIME FOR THEE
TO ATTACK SECULAR CEREBELLUM, CUASING FATALITY
ITS CHRIST'S REALITY, PUTTIN HOLES IN DEMONS LIKE CAVATIES
ACTUALLY, JOHN 3:16, OR FAZE A CASUALTIES
ONE REMEDY AGAINST THE DEVIL BE
MESSIANICLY, DRAMATICALLY I SPREAD THE SEED
EXPOSING HYPROCISY, THEY ACT FANTASY
NO APOLOGY NEEDED FROM FALSE CHRISTIANITY
LAME PROPANE INVADES LIKE SCUM IN HUMANITY
BRAINS NUMB, PROLONGS HITS FROM THE CYCLONE
OPOSIT SPREADS THE WORD LIKE TAGS FROM KRYLONS
THAT TRAPS BABYLON, DIVERTING THE LOST FROM THE STORM
7TH DIMENSION SWARM STRONG WITH SHADOW OF THE LOCUST
TO CAPTIVATE YOUR IRIS AND DROP YOUR DEMONIC FOCUS
NOTICE THE DEVIL IS HOPELESS, AND FOR THIS
HE WILL PAY DEARLY, FOR CONFUSING THE EARTH FOR CENTURIES
DAMAGIN CROPS AND FRUITS FROM TREE'S
SINCE ADAM AND EVE, THE PLANETS BEEN DECEIVED
SO LUCKY GOD'S WILLING TO FORGIVE SO I'M FREED TO BE
CAPTIVE FOR THE LORD, YOU'LL NEVER SEE MY SOUL FALL IN A CASKET
Lyrics & Memories: Iniquities Turn Rust
First off, there’s the ‘Suitcase Packed’ intro that appears before this song on the album. While we were in L.A. recording most of this album, I got to meet a group of bikers that had devoted their lives to serving God. They had started an inner city ministry called ‘One Way Posse’. Back in the 80’s they were doin alotta street evangelism to people in the grittiest areas of Hollywood. On one of those occasions they took out a small mixing board and a PA system and recorded a live album of singing and preaching. They had pressed the recording on to vinyl and, after hearing that I was a bit of a DJ, had given me a copy of that wax. The ‘Suitcase Packed’ song was on this record. I dug the sound and thought it would be the perfect intro to the album. It was funny because I was still searchin for an intro. I didn’t want to just fly right into my tracks. I like to build it up a bit.
The second sample you hear, right before the song actually starts, is a vocal sample taken from the movie ‘Heat’ with Al Pacino and Robert Deniro. It’s the part where Al Pacino’s wife in the movie is talking to him about his dramatic lifestyle. I chose this sample to reference the idea of the song. In the song I am a hunter, and devils and weak emcee’s are my prey.
The chorus of the song ‘Look to the sky, heed the warning’ was taken from a bible verse. While I was in the studio recording ‘Breathe Babylon’ with P.O.D, we ended up using this chorus in the middle of that song also. It was all of our idea that the ‘Babylon’ song would be the official ‘Dirt intro’ to the listeners. And therefore this song would turn out to be like a ‘Breathe Babylon pt.2’. In fact I remember that I was gonna call it ‘Babylon Breathes’ at one time.
As a mini chorus, I had DJ Fingaz scratch the line ‘Even men of steel rust’ from a Jeru the Damaja song called ‘hate when the devil’s happy’ (the Sun Rises in the East). I liked this scratch for a couple reasons. To me it states the obvious, that no matter how dope you think you are, you have weaknesses. And once those weaknesses are exposed, no matter how small they may be, they will become like raw steel when exposed to water and the elements. In my opinion only God is above that ‘rust factor’.
This song, like most of the Plague album was initially recorded in Hollywood but remixed a couple of times in San Diego and L.A. before the album was released. I chose to place it first on the album because I wanted to set the standard high in the beginning and loosen up from there. This was my first album. My first opportunity to display what I have to listeners. One of my biggest problems with the Christian hiphop music industry was that there seemed to be an attitude that believing emcee’s were not allowed to go to war. On the contrary, life is full of inner and outer warfare. And in my mind the most prepared people for a ‘military conflict’ are those that are willing to stand up for their beliefs even unto martyrdom. There are certain things that I believe in that no one can shake me from. And in this song I wanted to show that I don’t have to submit to these things that would rather see me fail in my attempts to devote myself to my beliefs. Placing the song first on the album was me saying ‘we can have fun later, but here’s who I am if you wanna get down and dirty!
INIQUITIES TURN RUST
LOOK TO THE SKY HEED THE WARNING
USE YOUR AMMUNITION WITH DISCRETION
CAUSE WHEN BULLETS RUN OUT AND ALL THE SMOKE CLEARS
ALL YOU SEE IS WARRIORS COMIN' NEAR...............
I FEEL A SLIGHT PAIN AS BULLETS BOUNCE FROM ME
EVEN HALLOW-----------TIPS COULD NOT PENETRATE MY ARMORY
SCALIN' WALLS LIKE SOLDIER, CHARGE LIKE WARRIOR (JOEL 2:7)
KILL ENEMY---------- TAKIN' NO PRISONER
I'M INVADIN' YOUR NATION (JOEL 1:6)
YOUR WALLS ARE WEAK CAUSE THEY WERE BUILT WITH TRANSGRESSIONS
I'M CHARGED UP LIKE ELECTRONIC, SUPER BIONIC
CHEMICALS AGAINST YOUR WORLDLY ELEMENTS
YOU GATHER YOUR SKILLS YOU BRING YOUR SCIENCE
I SHOOT THEM FULL OF HOLES AND NOW YOU CALL ON YOUR BALLISTICS
TO INVESTIGATE THE MURDER SCENE
BUT IT'S TOO LATE, CAUSE I BURNT UP ALL EVIDENCE WITH GASOLINE
AND FLAME, NOW WATCH YOUR HABITS GET TAMED
ON TO THE NEXT SPOT FOR MORE LESSONS TO OBTAIN
YOUR DETECTIVES RECOGNIZE MY M.O.
BUT THEY CAN'T CATCH ME CAUSE I'M HIDIN' IN THE SHADOW
YOUR WEAPONS CAN'T DEFEND YOU EMCEE ("EVEN MEN OF STEEL RUST") 2x's
"I'M LEAVIN'" BUT YOU CAN'T RUN TOO FAR
I USE PERCEPTION TO TRACK DOWN WERE YOU ARE
AND CHANGE YOUR WHOLE SCENE LIKE OIL FILTER
I'M STRATEGICALLY PLACED LIKE THE ROCK OF GIBRALTAR...........
LOOK TO THE SKY HEED THE WARNING
USE YOUR SPIRITUAL WISDOM AND MAKE THE TRANSITION
CAUSE WHEN ROOKS ARE GONE AND YOUR QUEEN IS COMMANDEERED
ALL YOU SEE IS WARRIORS COMIN' NEAR
I START STRIKIN' LIKE LIGHTNING, STICKIN' LIKE LICHEN
OPPOSITION GETS MENTAL WHIPPIN'
MY MIND IS SUPERVISED
I'M PICKIN UP SIGNALS FROM THE SATELLITE
FIND THE KNOWLEDGE THAT WAS LOST AND RETRIEVE
I'M CONCENTRATED LIKE THE FROZEN LIQUID
MY SOUL RADIATES MAKIN' YOUR MIND GET FRUSTRATED
I BRING THE SHADOW TO THE MIND OF A CARNAL MAN
LIKE SPEARS ARE BROUGHT TO THE ANTELOPES BY THE AFRICANS
YOU TRIED TO KILL LIKE CAIN BUT YOUR JUST NOT ABLE
Lyrics & Memories: Mustard Seed
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Alotta History behind this song! For one it was my personal favorite song on the PLAGUE album next to ‘a Chapter a Day’. Both these songs always stood out in my mind. Mustard Seed, because it was just a raw track. There was really no point to the song besides to be ill!
I built the song around the scratch. One day at a swap meet I found two old Star Wars records. ON WAX! They were story records that used actual samples from the movie (instead of those cheesy second rate actors and noise effects on some of those old tapes/records). I was lit! I was so excited about it! I found ‘Star Wars’ and ‘Return of the Jedi’ both on wax, took em home and placed em on the Technics. I was doin some house chores while listening to them. Towards the end of ‘Return of the Jedi’ came that infamous scene were Luke is goin nuts on Darth Vader. He almost kills him! And then Emperor Palpatine comes in and says (paraphrasing)”Good! Good! Now kill your father and take your place at my side!”
OH MAN! That scene is crazy! But our boy Luke doesn’t submit. He turns his lightsaber off and says, “Never, I’ll never turn to the darkside.”.
And now…rotating on my turntable, I had this all on wax! I was trippin! I immediately concepted this idea where I would just scratch Luke saying the first ‘never’ through the chorus. People would be like, what is that scratch saying!?’. It would hook them into the rest of the song! Then all the way at the end of the song POW! Hit em with the rest of the line!
Needless to say, the end result is phat! I remember that we recorded this song in one of his friends personal studios. They didn’t have DJ gear in there so Fingaz was on the floor while he was laying down the scratches. But that night when I first heard my idea getting dropped in reality…I knew this song was gonna come nice!
The beginning vocal sample is Emperor Palpatine laughing and then telling Luke to kill his father and join him at his side. It was sampled backwards on the turntable (I got to do that!) by simply turning the Technic off and pushing it in reverse with my finger. (Hey! We didn’t have all those fancy computer programs that do it automatically nowadays!) . It ended up causing the biggest stink in the Christian market. I remember a few times some pastors calling rescue Records and complaining that I was satanic because I had some ‘evil backwards satanic bible verse’ playing at the beginning of Mustard Seed.
If you listen at the end of the song to the last vocal sample of Luke finally saying, “Never, I’ll never turn to the darkside.”. You can actually hear the crackle of his lightsaber turning off. I LOVE THAT!
When I went on tour with POD, this song and Chant seemed to be the heavy hitters with the peoples. A few times I was able to actually have a DJ with me to do the chorus (usually Mike Czech or Manny) but most times it was just a crowd interaction thing. I would yell for everyone to say, ‘NEVER…I’LL NEVER TURN TO THE DARKSIDE!’. Then the crowd would respond by repeating me in this crazy loud ruckus!
Somewhere in 98 or 99 I was at a local show and started jokin around on stage. Instead of just doin the back and forth scream of the chorus with the crowd. I tried to mimic the actual scratching noises on the album version of the song (think Rahzel from the Roots). It was purely screwing around and havin fun, but after the show a bunch of kids remarked how it was fun to do that. Then a couple of shows later before I went on, a couple people came up and asked if I was ‘gonna do that scratching thing on Mustard Seed’. Truthfully I had thought it was a bit silly. But I promised them that I would. Then everytime I did a local show people started to make me promise that I would do it and so it has been to this day! Its really quite funny how some of these stage habits get started (throwing up the ‘Locustfist’ started the same, almost as a joke that just stuck with the crowd).
This is one of the few songs that got recorded a few times before the album version. It was done in Diego at ‘Green Leaf’ studio with Fingaz crew. And then again, later, in the Hollywood sessions. It was mixed a couple times also before the final version. I always thought Fingaz came raw with that dope piano loop.
George Lucas, please don’t sue me.
This song was remixed for ‘the Upsetter Mixtape’, 2009.
BODY FRAME LICKLE-BUT STILL DAVID ROCKED GOLIATH
HOTTER THAN THE PLANET SITH
FLAMING ARROWS COMETH BUT THEY USUALLY MISS
AND THOSE HITTING TARGETS ARE GETTING EXTINGUISHED
I SPEAK MY OWN SLANG LIKE PATOIS
DISPATCH LYRICS TO GRAB YA
AND NEVER EVER LET GO
INSECTS MOVE OUT THROUGHOUT THE GHETTO
SPICING UP ACTIVITIES LIKE DRIED OREGANO
GIVING UNDERGROUND PEOPLE H.E.A.T.
WITH A FINGAZ MIX-DOWN THAT SMASH THE CONCRETE
TUNE IT- INTO YOUR MENTAL STATION
TRANSMITTING- ANNIHILATION TO YOUR FOUNDATION
IT CRUMBLES THEN IT COLLAPSES
SHADOW MOVES LIKE VIRUS WORLDLY SYSTEM CAR-ASHES
PHILOSOPHIES OF TRANSGRESSION
AND YET WE SIT IN CLASSES AND STUDY THE LESSONS
FIELD SOULJAZ AND LOCUST LETS PUT IT TO WORK
INDIVIDUALS DONT MOVE AND STILL GET HURT
THE GUNS ARE ON THE BLOCK- PEOPLE ACTIN HARDER THAT ROCK
TEMPLES DESTROYED FROM CRACK PIPES THAT BURN HOT
LETS MISDIRECT THE MISDIRECTION
SIT DOWN AT TABLES AND COME UP WITH PROPOSITIONS
TO UPROOT TEENAGE STAGNATION
AND DESTROY GUN TOWERS THAT SHOOT PERVERSE AMMUNITION
(Chorus Scratch "Never, I'll Never Turn to the Darkside")
GRIP EVERYONE UP- WHATS UP- WE GET RAW
WITH NO WEED OR ALCOHOL
WITH THE HOLY-SPIRIT WE LICK UP THE DANCEHALL
CARRY OUT LIKE U-HUAL
MAKE ENEMIES SIT DOWN LIKE BATHROOM STALL
PUT TITLES ON WICKED EMCEES LIKE TOMBSTONE
LET THEM DO THEIR SOUND CHECK THEN BLOW-UP THEIR MICROPHONE
THE ATTITUDE-CHILL LIKE THE CORNER CAFE
THE WEAPONS-TAPEDECKS WITH REVERSE PLAY
THE ONLY GHOSTFACE THAT YOU CANNOT KILL
SOUND SYSTEM MOBILIZE "DIRT UP IN YOUR GRILL
NO EAST OR WEST BECAUSE WE PENTE-COAST-AL
DONT TRY TO MASTER THIS CUASE WE METHOD-IS
TO GET UP IN YOUR FACE LIKE ZIT AND TRANSMIT
(Chorus Scratch "Never, I'll Never Turn to the Darkside")
CHECK THE IMPLOSION- LOCUST STARTED WITH ME- BUT LOCUST IS NOT ME
LOCUST IS US
MANY ROCKS CRUSH CUP
RIGHTEUOSS PEOPLE GET UP
AND NEVER DEGENERATE
DONT GIVE UP LIKE STORES THAT LIQUIDATE
RECORD FREESTYLES ON HIGH RESONANCE TAPES
HADES LOCKS ME BUT WE FIND FIRE ESCAPES
---AND BRING IT HARD LIKE IMPACT
CANT FIND RIGHTEOUSNESS LIKE NEEDLE IN HAYSTACK
POLICE STICK US TO THE WALL LIKE A THUMBTACK
PEOPLE BURN US WITH JUDGMENTS SIMILAR TO SHADRACH
BUT IT COMES STEREO PHONIC
AND BLOWS YOUR EARDRUMS WITH THUNDERCLAP LYRICS
DON'T GET MAD....TAKE A DEEP BREATHE AND COUNT TO TEN
SETTIN OFF CAR ALARMS WITH HIGH POWERED VIBRATIONS
YOUR MAN TOLD YOU, THAT YOU OUGHTA, BRING YOUR CAMCORDER
AND RECORD IT ON FILM, WE BURN HOT LIKE KILN
CHECK IT OUT, NO DOUBT, THEN BURN OU LIKE THE END OF A JET
THE SEED IS BREAKING BRICK WALLS IN THE PROJECT
The words of his mouth were smoother than butter, but war was in his heart: his words were softer than oil, yet were they drawn swords.
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