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