Chad A. Marshall - Views From The VII lyrics

Introduction: "Message said you'd be here. Still, kind of thought it'd be one of your minions who showed up in the flesh" - Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland "You caught up in some of my people's papers? - Omar Little [Chorus] Now if I got locked Would you jack my style Or try to downplay me To cash out on the cow And If I got locked Would you be there to greet me Or leave me in a cage Like them animals on TV (2x) [Verse One] If we're being honest Never needed a cosigner From these wack a** rhymers My s**m cells pack a meaner clientele Than Tony Soprano I'm Omar with the shotty In a phony rapper's lobby I'm probably bout to catch a body You on The Wire my n***a See, you Stringer in the window I'm Mouzone without the bow tie If you can't tell I'm hungry for this sh** Like it was retail Bet a million that I'll body Your favorite rappers and females (55 my n***a) See even Jesus had to die though And I ain't really into photos So don't ask unless it's promo Still mothaf** the coppas On this block that I'm walkin The gorilla stomping in darkness Never one for the barkin I bring the chaos n***as ain't sh** without their crews Or a p**y's face when you're facing em' Claiming your style ain't Reaganism, paganism I'll push the bacon back in the stable Swine dining findings Never the villain or god that I be Pay attention You wasn't sharing the wealth So now we're taking it You don't know about that struggle Cause you spend a couple days in it And I'll dick slap you PaRappa, The Rappers And laugh casually How you carrying the Westcoast Knowing you ain't as nice as me Keeping it thorough I had to cut some n***as out of my circle (pause) That's what that paranoid will do to you Who's iLLer than us The heat that you're packing will never bust I'm never dusty with the raps I give respect when it's given back But never that So why these s**as hating On Poetic's raps It's probably cause Me and my n***as about to bring it back Or probably cuhz Them n***as been knowing that they wack It's that cla**ic AZ and Nas Illmatic raps mothaf**a [Chorus] Now if I got locked Would you jack my style Or try to downplay me To cash out on the cow And If I got locked Would you be there to greet me Or leave me in a cage Like them animals on TV (2x) [Verse Two] At any minute I could flip it on em A career based on instrumental drops And catchy punch lines I'm done talkin The rain of seven like mathematics Spit it backwards like White America White power with Afros And still wouldn't change sh** The still will leave you brainless I'll still pop the steel If ever broke to steal your bank with That alpha and omega I spit it for the culture Triple sevens in my paradise I'm hella nice I purified holy water in dirty sprite The Devil's blessing Trap n***as The God was never true to them Food for thought Was better off anonymous Painting pictures My flow schemes A vivid interpretation of scriptures You n***as never gon' pop That money talk That's ever corny rapper On every block Stop dumbing down my culture You Kings and Queens Be selling off your royalties To the vultures, uh Oh what, you thought this was a game? To me, I'll lace the beat in a coffin box And tell it to rest in peace What part of the game ain't n***as comprehending That simple science I'm the Alchemist And equivalent exchanges Is my accomplishment That riverside reppa All up in your sector I've been gutta with the raps And I'm steady reaching for the dresser Got caught up in a stack of wackness Wrapping up packages Dip and damaged them My apologies I had to switch the plan on them New beginnings I never was the type To handle contracts, so Them n***as ain't around Their loyalty fronted I hit that reset bu*ton We ever lasting I'm steady casting off Recruiting authors Ayo the Threat is like when Hell was conquered This is that wordplay villainous While n***as be grillin From unlimited distance Eliminate your style before you had one I'll strap cast on Without the mask on Then I'll toss you in a lake to pa** on Before I blast off The Villain [Chorus] Now if I got locked Would you jack my style Or try to downplay me To cash out on the cow And If I got locked Would you be there to greet me Or leave me in a cage Like them animals on TV (2x) Outro: "I'm just working, doing what a man's suppose to do" - Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland "Oh I know you've been busy. Caught some talk from them men you roughed up, over on the Westide" - Omar Little "All this d**h, you don't think it ripples out? You don't even know what the f** I'm talking about. I was a few years ahead of you at Edmondson, but I know you remember the neighborhood, how it was. We had some bad boys, for real. Wasn't about guns so much as knowing what to do with your hands. Those boys could really rack. My father had me on the straight, but like any young man, I wanted to be hard too, so I'd turn up at all the house parties where the tough boys hung. sh**, they knew I wasn't one of them. Them hard cases would come up to me and say, "Go home, schoolboy, you don't belong here." Didn't realize at the time what they were doing for me. As rough as that neighborhood could be, we had us a community. Nobody, no victim, who didn't matter. And now all we got is bodies, and predatory motherf**ers like you. And out where that girl fell, I saw kids acting like Omar, calling you by name, glorifying your a**. Makes me sick, motherf**er, how far we done fell" - Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland