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I'm That Type Of Nigga - The Pharcyde

"Um um well excuse me. (4x) Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in charge? (4x) Well I am the nigga in charge over here Sack the quarterback to make a cheerleader cheer I fix my funk"

Of Man - Son Of Sam

"What is this that steals the breath? what is this that horrifies?, I've got an urge to kill I've got a will to die, And I'm creation I'm destruction, ohhh Where do they come from? where do they hide?, We"

Of Power - Son Of Sam

"POWER CALLING and the frail shall turn to dust as the..., POWER rising within the few who find the will, It grows, I know it shows WHOAH- Within the heart there's a fury and IT GROWS within the eyes a"

Friends Of Mine - Of Montreal

"When we're all in a crowd And you catch her eye And then you both smile I feel so good inside And when I'm with her She talks about you The things that you say The things that you do It feels so good"

Spoonful Of Sugar - Of Montreal

"Sometimes I'm feeling bad and then again I'm sad But she makes me happy Sometimes I'm feeling wrong and that I can't go on But she makes me understand and see She's a spoonful of sugar to me So sweet"

Nonpareil Of Favor - Of Montreal

"My lover, I've been donating time to review All the misinterpretations that define me and you I'm thinking about you In my secret language Cause I know you're the only one Who can help me take it easy Now"

Dreamy Day Of Daydreaming Of You - Of Montreal

"You're my muse you're my silly goose and every day is a dreamy day of daydreaming of you. You're my one you're my honey bun and every day is a dreamy day of daydreaming of you. I can dream of you"

Death Of A Shade Of A Hue - Of Montreal

"Over a sea of grief Scarlet died above her dying mind were fossilfied memory imprints of her favorite day for a minute I stayed watching this brilliant display until a god with a broom came and swept them"

Death Is The Martyr Of Beauty - Death In June

"Drink with the nectar Of submission I feel nothing more Than existence A loneliness That will not Come off In the narcissism Of the harbour We are lost Vaster then night My pride My Threat My thrust This"

The Curse Of Being A Girl - Kashmir

"You pretend that you're alright; The worst noise is when you are keeping quiet. I see you're not the kind of girl, Who will dramatise, traumatise. Don't fold your hands, don't hold your tongue. The other"

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