Kid Rock - Style Of X-Pression - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1] Non-commercial lyrics run like Hershel Walking 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, looking up to say what is this Kid Rock serious and I mean business Ascending up and up I keep boosting Making hit records like Whitney Houston With a mind of violence, right, I might Blow the show teachers speaking yo, I cut MP's To release to each and be friends of Every single, individual [Chorus] Everybody all over the world, it's time for understanding Come together [Verse 2] Jumbo, yo that's how I'm moving I'm the new kid in, here's what I'm giving A jammed, slamming, command that take authority Cause too many MC's appear apart of me Name and they claim me, yo, that they're winning A lotta just came in, sound the same in Thinking they swift and can get with these young men But I keep the crowd swinging 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 stepping, 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 [Chorus][X2] [Verse 3] 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 kidding me Me in the White house, 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, looking 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 [Chorus][X2] [Verse 4] 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 Sitting 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 [Chorus] Everybody all over the world, its time for understanding Come together[X3] Come[?]come[?]come[?]come together
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