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Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark (Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark) · Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark (Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark) · Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark [Bonus Tracks] (Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark) · Amid the Noise and Haste Commentary [Commentary] (SOJA) · Los Dúo [Commentary] (Juan Gabriel) · Love After War Commentary [Deluxe] (Robin Thicke) · Spark Seeker [Commentary] (Matisyahu) · Fly on the Wall: Music and Commentary From (Stan Ridgway) · Rabbit Inn Rebellion [Commentary Edition] (State Radio) · Hard to Find Orchestral Instrumentals (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


Kim had to walk back to her mama's on Chamars after dark
To sneak me in the house when I'm kicked out my mom's
that's about the time I first met Proof
Kim had to walk back to her mama's on Chamars after dark
To sneak me in the house when I'm kicked out my mom's
that's about the time I first met Proof
Kim had to walk back to her mama's on Chamars after dark
To sneak me in the house when I'm kicked out my mom's
that's about the time I first met Proof
2 where are you now
Looking back at home and weeping
Cold and alone in the dark void
Winding down and bleeping
Ever dimmer ever thinner
Feebly
we said it
And if you can't read in the magazines
You read about who? You know the Crew
Fresh outta Pac and the first to put the bass on the 24-track
on your fucking wall, necklace-wearing bitch
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I
invented the impossible 
Orson Welles gospel hostile times lay near 

The album 2004 video camera digital, that sucks... humans in 
Experiment on - Do
you 5 seconds

[Roscoe]
The wait is finally done with, the time is now
YA, like who want it, we in it to run it
The album's done nigga, Volume 1 nigga
Keep track of the lost sheep, and foods they eat
Nimrods and credit cards, dark magic and tarot cards
And rest in Babylon, til they nest in the stars
and it's all full of tracks 
To add to the wall full of plaques 

Hangin' up in the office in back of my house like trophies 
But y'all think I'm gonna
of tracks to add to the wall
Full of plaques, hanging up in the office in back of my house like trophies
Did y'all think I'mma let my dough freeze, ho please
of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies

Did why'all think i'ma let my dough freeze? Hoe
of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies
Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze? hoe please
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies
Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze? hoe please
of tracks to add to the wall
Full of plaques, hanging up in the office in back of my house like trophies
Did y'all think I'mma let my dough freeze, ho please
of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies

Did why'all think i'ma let my dough freeze? Hoe
to king, wit a million
MC's waitin in line
Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and them rise

[Method Man]
Now speed it up, uh

[Chorus: x 2]
Run
wit the forty, once sport in the dark
Co-co-corner, black as a goner
Didn't really wanna call my momma in Savannah

[Mike Ransom]
I spit dynamite ignite
the "dark", "five arch angel" with heart
Ain't "no love without hate", can you tell 'em apart?
It's "bloody choices" from prophetic voices
Anointed by
molded in Assyria
With processed Beryllium by the quintillion
They cooked on symmetrical stoves
With my logo etched above the hole where they inserted
of all..
I shock 'em and clock 'em and pop 'em and drop 'em, flop 'em, then I mop 'em
In they muthafuckin' tracks is where I stop 'em
Unless you down with
I'm Connected and ain't no bitches singin on this record
No R& B tracks, just niggas on wax
Kickin facts with these gang-bang raps
Every nigga in
a voice in the back and it hollas
After the track is demolished
I am your lack of a conscience
I’m the ringing in your ears
I’m the polyps on the back