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    Style Of X-Pression

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    Style Of X-Pression
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      Lyrics for Kid Rock - "Style Of X-Pression"

      Non-commercial lyrics run like Hershel
      Walkin' fast cause I'm a smooth talker
      Appeal the feel, but don't praise and kneel
      Just heal

      And always look for the seal that's real
      Top Dog, lookin' up to say what is this
      Kid Rock serious and I mean business
      Ascending up and up I keep boosting

      Makin' hit records like Whitney Houston
      With a mind of violence, right, I might
      Blow the show teachers speakin' yo, I cut MP's
      To release to each and be friends of
      Every single, individual

      Everybody all over the world, it's time for understandin'
      Come together

      Jumbo, yo that's how I'm movin'
      I'm the new kid in, here's what I'm givin'
      A jammed, slammin', command that take authority
      'Cause too many MC's appear apsrt of me

      Name and they claim me, yo, that they're winnin'
      A lotta just came in, sound the same in
      Thinkin' they swift and can get with these young men
      But I keep the crowd swingin' like Tarzan

      'Cause I'm a wise man here to teach and speak
      And if you step out of line your up shits creek
      So come with it, Kid Rock's gonna get it
      His style ain't dope, its a throat, and I slit it

      I'm raw like cowhide, smooth like a plane ride
      No half steppin', I always take a full stride
      Who came played and they say I'm concrete made
      I used to come correct in the projects

      New Port, Oxford, deep in the basement
      House and parties like real estate agent
      So on, so strong, and everyone got along
      Knowledge is power, and there's a point to this song

      Everybody all over the world, its time for understandin
      Come together
      Everybody all over the world, its time for understandin
      Come together

      Now as I said my prayers through the years I shed a few tears
      'Cause it's unjust when I see my peers get shot
      And dropped and forgot, now that's hot
      Too many can't score as victims of a drug war

      Cocaines ran and weapons are shipped out
      The press finds out, then the public is tripped out
      New tax the acts and half the drug industry
      Uncle Sam is my man, are you kiddin me

      Me in the Whitehouse, now that's fucked up
      For one to get over, one must get stuck up
      One will roll up, another will smoke up
      Two more thrown in jail, who picks the toll up

      Tell her to beware if she's gonna stand there
      Eyes bugged out and hands in the air
      'Cause there comes an onlooker, lookin for a hooker
      And act like the doors overlooked her and took her

      For a place to hide and when he got his ride
      He let the nice slide and the girl, she died
      Her family cried over this homicide
      And why they pondered, why she wandered

      Left her own spot, her home, her mom and pop
      All to smoke a little cooked up rock
      So on and so strong, she couldn't get along
      Knowledge is power, and there's a point to this song

      Everybody all over the world, its time for understandin'
      Come together
      Everybody all over the world, its time for understandin'
      Come together

      From the outskirts with a mind like Albert Einstein
      Maybe I'm ahead of my time
      Imaginate, create, spectate, elevate from the states
      Surrounded by the Great Lakes

      I was once out cold at 15 years old
      Rolled and sold, you, me, and Bo
      Sittin' in Jackson infested with rats
      With a silver gat tucked deep in my slacks

      I was a young bad mother in my own eyes
      But now I realize it wasn't too wise
      So now I teach, I'll reach to each
      And every single individual

      Everybody all over the world, its time for understandin
      Come together
      Come together
      Come together
      Come... come... come... come together

      SONGWRITERS:
      RITCHIE, ROBERT J. / BELL, ROBERT EARL / BELL, RONALD N. / BROWN, GEORGE MELVIN / SMITH, CLAYDES EUGENE / THOMAS, DENNIS
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