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Visions of A Blur 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 Mind1
