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Kid Rock Grits Sandwiches For Breakfast 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 thats 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 thats 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 theres 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 thats 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 thats 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 theres 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 |
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