Visions of A Blur by Darc Mind Lyrics
[Intro: Kev Roc]
Ahh, Darc Mind. Current state of affairs. What? Yeah
[Verse 1: Kev Roc]
Nowaday
I profit from forfeiture. My kingdom fought a whip
Brother fixated, Arm-and-Legging for the celly that blip
Next: foreign liquors, Versace dominate the punchline
Intellectual crunch time, I rhyme a 40, ghetto lunch line
Crime niggas that once tried? They bust a nut on fussing necklace
And a short, average brother? Ain’t many more left
Craven images treasured, foul measures for sake of hip hop
Drug-abusive dudes with supported seeds out of wedlock
Edifices of violence meets a tri-colored dye, piss and Guinness
Run the gutter streams, and cheddar divide. We’ll leave
This paradise for Sabbath. Heard and not seen me blown into fists
A br’er is jostled every first and fifteenth. Simple
Ghetto glorification: push the product—fuck the people supply
Hard economics and it’s players in your sequel
Grandmother’s praying, God listening too
Now what you gonna do when time runs out on you?
[Hook: Kev Roc]
Visions are blurry, realism a gas
As Crook and Willie pass like sand through the hourglass
Visions are blurry, realism a sign
It’s quarter to, I’ma go for mine (I’ma go for mine), I’ma go for mine
Visions are blurry, realism a gas
As Crook and Willie pass like sand through the hourglass
Visions are blurry, realism a sign
Kev Roc and Getting Money, Darc Mind
[Verse 2: Kev Roc]
Set off ill nigga plot schism to scheme. It’s all in
The piss-and-malt-liquor wishes and collard-green dreams, metal
Bust at the seams, I may be down the real one. A single grain of sand
Amongst a muh’fucking mill. Nigga
Be charlatan, all claiming they’re dope. Scores of irritated
Be spawned, intoxicating that hope to what remains. I guess
Y’all “mic-check” and “one, two” and be dead bodies and fools
You’re in a midlife in dope urban ruin, but true is able
Wicked ones that labeled and punished the man (Man)
Salvation begged, black kid who have the wisdom yet understand
It’s a battle for souls—hit while you can. Niggas
Appendages of evil as if fingers on Shayṭān hand
Searching, kept looking for the drugs and fiending up
Illuminati ill experiment—maybe that’s a fiend above
Demon connect with rhymes that claim to love ya. Go ‘round
The world, you’ll wake up early, yet you still ain’t seen enough
Rhyme a republican—your demo crapper red. Kev Roc
Upheld as if I’m fighting upstream to spread
See, everything ain’t all about causes and effects. You gots
To suffer, sacrifice, then resurrect (Resurrect), resurrect
[Hook: Kev Roc]
Visions are blurry, realism a gas
As Crook and Willie pass like sand through the hourglass
Visions are blurry, realism a sign
It’s quarter to, I’ma go for mine (I’ma go for mine), I’ma go for mine
Visions are blurry, realism a gas
As Crook and Willie pass like sand through the hourglass
Visions are blurry, realism a sign
Kev Roc and Getting Money, Darc Mind
[Verse 3: Kev Roc]
Beaming to pave, the Trails you’re Blazing rowdier curves. RWI
Your lyric and actions speaking louder than words, you’re swerving
Nerve and gaze murder to those who eat it unleavened, you’re bragging
Maximas and Acuras could carry you to Heaven
A.M. the marketplace, I’m gon’ say a rhythm, rock
A rugged rhyme, and kitten be my horn player header
Heading south for ingredients—I’ll bring you some in form of rhyme
I’m ripping on return on top of pendulum. Kev Roc a lot
Correct a lot the sight perspective of fools, Kev Roc
Selective, I guard my optimism like jewels, clever
Directive, I shine while actually dropping the stool, got rhymes
In hundreds like a package of Kools, rhythms of mackers who rule
Create vivid, here be the highway high I stand beside
Thumbing funky beats, hoping to ride it, grab hold and flow
I cut it, divide it, slip a twenty inside it. Fool, you fight it
See me claiming glory from a stride? It leave my crew delighted
Come hither, skeptic of my ministry. Your doubting commerce
Kick it complicated like a ministry while others vomit
GM for getting that—I’m symmetry. Them others aren’t
Implementing production type funky out the speaker, warrant
Harlem brolic could slang Ebonic, prove effective, it’s stiletto
While your ghetto political incorrectness (Minds of many)
Minds of many manipulating pawns of power, they be
Praising their oppressor nowaday (Nowaday), nowaday
[Hook: Kev Roc]
Visions are blurry, realism a gas
As Crook and Willie pass like sand through the hourglass
Visions are blurry, realism a sign
It’s quarter to, I’ma go for mine (I’ma go for mine), I’ma go for mine. Darc Mind
Visions are blurry, realism a gas
As Crook and Willie pass like sand through the hourglass
Visions are blurry, realism a sign
Kev Roc and Getting Money, Darc Mind
Ahh, Darc Mind. Current state of affairs. What? Yeah
[Verse 1: Kev Roc]
Nowaday
I profit from forfeiture. My kingdom fought a whip
Brother fixated, Arm-and-Legging for the celly that blip
Next: foreign liquors, Versace dominate the punchline
Intellectual crunch time, I rhyme a 40, ghetto lunch line
Crime niggas that once tried? They bust a nut on fussing necklace
And a short, average brother? Ain’t many more left
Craven images treasured, foul measures for sake of hip hop
Drug-abusive dudes with supported seeds out of wedlock
Edifices of violence meets a tri-colored dye, piss and Guinness
Run the gutter streams, and cheddar divide. We’ll leave
This paradise for Sabbath. Heard and not seen me blown into fists
A br’er is jostled every first and fifteenth. Simple
Ghetto glorification: push the product—fuck the people supply
Hard economics and it’s players in your sequel
Grandmother’s praying, God listening too
Now what you gonna do when time runs out on you?
[Hook: Kev Roc]
Visions are blurry, realism a gas
As Crook and Willie pass like sand through the hourglass
Visions are blurry, realism a sign
It’s quarter to, I’ma go for mine (I’ma go for mine), I’ma go for mine
Visions are blurry, realism a gas
As Crook and Willie pass like sand through the hourglass
Visions are blurry, realism a sign
Kev Roc and Getting Money, Darc Mind
[Verse 2: Kev Roc]
Set off ill nigga plot schism to scheme. It’s all in
The piss-and-malt-liquor wishes and collard-green dreams, metal
Bust at the seams, I may be down the real one. A single grain of sand
Amongst a muh’fucking mill. Nigga
Be charlatan, all claiming they’re dope. Scores of irritated
Be spawned, intoxicating that hope to what remains. I guess
Y’all “mic-check” and “one, two” and be dead bodies and fools
You’re in a midlife in dope urban ruin, but true is able
Wicked ones that labeled and punished the man (Man)
Salvation begged, black kid who have the wisdom yet understand
It’s a battle for souls—hit while you can. Niggas
Appendages of evil as if fingers on Shayṭān hand
Searching, kept looking for the drugs and fiending up
Illuminati ill experiment—maybe that’s a fiend above
Demon connect with rhymes that claim to love ya. Go ‘round
The world, you’ll wake up early, yet you still ain’t seen enough
Rhyme a republican—your demo crapper red. Kev Roc
Upheld as if I’m fighting upstream to spread
See, everything ain’t all about causes and effects. You gots
To suffer, sacrifice, then resurrect (Resurrect), resurrect
[Hook: Kev Roc]
Visions are blurry, realism a gas
As Crook and Willie pass like sand through the hourglass
Visions are blurry, realism a sign
It’s quarter to, I’ma go for mine (I’ma go for mine), I’ma go for mine
Visions are blurry, realism a gas
As Crook and Willie pass like sand through the hourglass
Visions are blurry, realism a sign
Kev Roc and Getting Money, Darc Mind
[Verse 3: Kev Roc]
Beaming to pave, the Trails you’re Blazing rowdier curves. RWI
Your lyric and actions speaking louder than words, you’re swerving
Nerve and gaze murder to those who eat it unleavened, you’re bragging
Maximas and Acuras could carry you to Heaven
A.M. the marketplace, I’m gon’ say a rhythm, rock
A rugged rhyme, and kitten be my horn player header
Heading south for ingredients—I’ll bring you some in form of rhyme
I’m ripping on return on top of pendulum. Kev Roc a lot
Correct a lot the sight perspective of fools, Kev Roc
Selective, I guard my optimism like jewels, clever
Directive, I shine while actually dropping the stool, got rhymes
In hundreds like a package of Kools, rhythms of mackers who rule
Create vivid, here be the highway high I stand beside
Thumbing funky beats, hoping to ride it, grab hold and flow
I cut it, divide it, slip a twenty inside it. Fool, you fight it
See me claiming glory from a stride? It leave my crew delighted
Come hither, skeptic of my ministry. Your doubting commerce
Kick it complicated like a ministry while others vomit
GM for getting that—I’m symmetry. Them others aren’t
Implementing production type funky out the speaker, warrant
Harlem brolic could slang Ebonic, prove effective, it’s stiletto
While your ghetto political incorrectness (Minds of many)
Minds of many manipulating pawns of power, they be
Praising their oppressor nowaday (Nowaday), nowaday
[Hook: Kev Roc]
Visions are blurry, realism a gas
As Crook and Willie pass like sand through the hourglass
Visions are blurry, realism a sign
It’s quarter to, I’ma go for mine (I’ma go for mine), I’ma go for mine. Darc Mind
Visions are blurry, realism a gas
As Crook and Willie pass like sand through the hourglass
Visions are blurry, realism a sign
Kev Roc and Getting Money, Darc Mind