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Plague: "Theophilus (w/ 7Lock)"

1/30/2014

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Artist(s):  Jeremiah Dirt, 7Lock 
Song:  Theophilus 
Word Count: 441
Producer: Fingaz
Recorded: Abbot sounds 
Album: Plague (Rescue rec.) 
Dirts favorite Line(s): ‘Evil gets beat like Wuvy’s set of drums’-Dirt (POD in the house!), ‘Locust swarmin on your path to bring your 4 walls down’ –7Lock, ‘Son grab your mic and stop your babbling’ –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.

THEOPHILUS 

(Dirt)
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

(7lock)
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

(chorus)
THEOPHILUS
I  THOUGHT  YOU  KNEW  US
BUT  WHEN  WE  CAME  TO  CRUSH
YOU  REJECTED  US               2Xs

(Dirt)
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  
TOWERS
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  

(7Lock)
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

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