Visions of Blur

Ahh, Darc Mind<br>Current state of affairs<br>What?<br>Yeah<br><br>Nowaday I profit from forfeiture, my kingdom for a whip<br>Brother fixating Arm and Legging for the celly that flip<br>Next foreign liquors, Versace, dominate the punchline<br>Intellectual crunchtime, I rhyme a 40, ghetto lunch line<br>Rhyme niggaz that once tried; they bust a nut I`m bustin back<br>Just a short average brother, ain`t many mo` left<br>Craven images treasured foul measures forsake for hip-hop<br>Drug abuse enthusements aborted seeds out of wedlock<br>Oedipus is a problem ?speeds a tri-colored dot?<br>The sinkin is from the blood of screams that shattered the violent<br>complete this paradise were savage -- heard and not seen me<br>Blown into fists of brer and jostled every first and fifteenth<br>Say we`ll get over on vocation push the product for the people<br>Survival, hard ecnomoics and there`s players in the sequel<br>Grandmother`s prayin, God listenin too<br>Now whatchu gonna do, when time runs out on you<br><br>Chorus:<br><br>Visions are blurry, realism a gas<br>As Crook and Willie pass like sand through the hourglass<br>Visions are blurry, realism a sign<br>It`s quarter to, I`ma go for mine (I`ma go for mine)<br> *repeat first three lines*<br>?Kaproth drinkin money? Darc Mind<br><br>Set off your nigga plot schizm to scheme; it`s all in<br>the piss and malt liquor wishes and collard green dreams<br>?Man who know half it seems? or play me down the real one<br>A single grain I stand amongst a muh-fucking mil<br>Nigga we charlatan, all flame and they don`t<br>Scores of imitators they spawn intoxicatin that hope<br>To what remains I guess y`all might check and one-two<br>and be dead bodies and fools you`re in a midlight of dope urban ruin<br>But true is able wicked ones that labelled and punished the man<br>Salvation begs for him who have the wisdom yet understand<br>it`s a battle for souls, hit while you can<br>Niggaz appendages of evil as if fingers on Shaitan hand<br>Searchin keep lookin for, the drugs are beamin up<br>Illuminati ill experiment, maybe that`s a fiend above<br>Be men connect with rhymes that cleanly love ya<br>Go round the world, you wake up early and yet you still ain`t seen enough<br>Rhyme a republican, you demo-crap already<br>Kept rock upheld as if I`m fightin upsteam to spread<br>See everything ain`t all about causes and effects<br>You gots to suffer, sacrifice then ressurect (ressurect) ressurect<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Be men that pay the bills you blaze ?you`re out of your curves?<br>On W-I, your lyric and actions speakin louder than words<br>You swerve a nerve and gaze murder to those who beat it unlevened<br>You`re braggin Maxima`s and Acura`s to carry you to heaven<br>A.M. the marketplace I`m gon` say a rhythm<br>Rock a ruff rhyme and ?kitten? be my horn player<br>Head ahead and sound for ingredients, I`ll bring you some in form of rhyme<br>I`m whippin on return in time for pendulum<br>?Kaprockula, Corectula? The sight respective of fools<br>?Kaprock? selected, I guard my optimism like jewels<br>Clever directive, I shine while actually droppin these too<br>Got rhymes in hundreds like a package of Kools, rhythms of mackers who rule<br>Create vivid he be the highway high I stand beside<br>the thumb and funky beats hopin to ride it, grab hold and flow<br>I cut it divide it slip a twenty inside it fool ya bite it<br>See me claiming glory from astride it leave my crew delighted<br>Come hither skeptic of my ministry you doubt it commas<br>Kick a complicated like a ?venice dream? while others vomit<br>G`n forgettin that I`m symmetry, them others aren`t<br>Infinite production type funky, ?house speaker warrant?<br>Harlem product and slang it body prove effective<br>Just a little while you`re ghetto political incorrectness<br>Minds of many manipulated pawns of power<br>They be praisin they oppressor nowadays (nowadays) nowadays<br><br>Chorus