- Song Name: Style of X-Pression [*]
- Artist Name: Kid Rock
- Album: Grits Sandwiches for Breakfast
- Songwriter: R J Ritchie
- Release Date: 1990.01.01
- Label: Jive Records
LYRICS FOR "Style of X-Pression [*]"
Non-commercial lyrics run like Hershel
Walkin' fast
Appeal the feel
And always look for the seal that's real
Top Dog
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
Blow the show teachers speakin' yo
To release to each and be friends of
Every single individual
Everybody all over the world
It's time for understandin'
Jumbo
I'm the new kid in
A jammed
'Cause too many MC's appear apart of me
Name and they claim me
A lotta just came 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 s**** creek
So come with it
His style ain't dope
I'm raw like cowhide
No half steppin'
Who came played and they say I'm concrete made
I used to come correct in the projects
New Port
House and parties like real estate agent
So on
Knowledge is power and there's a point to this song
Everybody all over the world
It's time for understandin'
Everybody all over the world
It's time for understandin'
Now as I said my prayers through the years
'Cause it's unjust when I see my peers get shot
And dropped and forgot
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
Put me in the Whitehouse
For one to get over
One will roll up
Two more thrown in jail
Tell her to beware if she's gonna stand there
Eyes bugged out and hands in the air
'Cause there comes an onlooker
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
Her family cried over this homicide
And why they pondered
Left her own spot
All to smoke a little cooked up rock
So on and so strong
Knowledge is power and there's a point to this song
Everybody all over the world
It's time for understandin'
Everybody all over the world
It's time for understandin'
From the outskirts with a mind like Albert Einstein
Maybe I'm ahead of my time
Imaginate
Surrounded by the Great Lakes
I was once out cold at fifteen years old
Rolled and sold
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
And every single individual
Everybody all over the world
It's time for understandin'
Come together
Come together
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