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Plague: "Operation E." (including memories)

1/30/2014

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Artist(s):  Jeremiah Dirt 
Song:  Operation E. 
Word Count: 433
Producer: Fingaz
Recorded: Abbot Sounds 
Album: Plague (Rescue rec.) 
Dirts favorite Line(s): ‘I bring nails to your stacks of lumber’, ‘secreted on earth but scandalous in heaven’, ‘Lyrics hit the body now grab the chalk’ (words are as powerful as bullets), ‘ 

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.


OPERATION E.

initiated  September  28, 1996 

FREESTYLE  FANATIC
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
GUN  ERADICATION
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 )
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