Express Yourself (Edited) - N.W.A.

Yo, man, there's a lot of brothers out there

Flakin' and perpetratin' who scared to kick reality

Yo, Dre, you been doin' all this dope producin'

You ain't had a chance to show 'em what time it is!

So watchu want me to do...?

I'm expressin' with my full capabilities

And now I'm livin' in correctional facilities

'Cause some don't agree wit how I do this

I get straight, and meditate, like a Buddhist

I'm droppin' flavour, my behavior is hereditary

But my technique is very necessary

Blame it on Ice Cube, because he said it get funky

When you got a subject and a predicate

Add it on a dope beat, and it'll make ya think

Some suckers just tickle me pink, to my stomach

'Cause they don't flow like this one

You know what, I won't hesitate to diss one or two before I'm through

So don't try to sing this

Some drop science, well I'm droppin' English

Even if Yella, makes it a cappella

I still express yo I don't smoke weed or sess

'Cause it's known to give a brother brain damage

And brain damage on the mic don't manage nuttin

But makin' a sucker and you equal

Don't be another sequel

Express yourself

Do it do...

Express yourself

Oh do it

Ice Cube, is not for the pop charts

So where should a brother like you start expressin' yourself?

My boy'll show you how! Yo Dre

Watup?

Drop English right about now

Gettin' back to the PG

That's program, and it's easy

Dre is back, New Jacks are made hollow

Expressin' niggers subject because they like to follow the words

The style, the trend, the records I spin

Again and again and again

Yo ya'll on the other end

Watch a brother bringin' dope rhymes, with no help

There's no fessin' or guessin' when I'm expressin' myself

It's crazy to see people be what society wants 'em to be,

But not me!

Ruthless, is the way togo, they know,

Others say rhymes that fail to be original,

Or they kill where the hip-hop starts,

Forget about the ghetto, and rap for the pop charts!

And those musicians, that cuss at home,

But scared to use profanity, when up on the microphone,

Yeh they want reality, but chu won't hear none,

They rather exaggerate a little fiction!

Some say no to drugs, and take a stand,

But after the show they go lookin for the Dopeman!

Oh they ban my group from the radio, 'here, NWA',

They say 'Hell no!'

But chu know it ain't all about wealth,

As long as you make a note to, express yourself!

Express Yourself!

Do it do...

Express Yourself!

Oh do it!

A lyricist, yo Dre is the name for it,

To make somethin' dope on a record that's what he came for,

Kickin' reality over stand us up,

But it's important to keep it in mind to Express Yourself!!

From the heart if you wanna start and move up the chart then

expression is big part of it.

You ain't efficient when you flow, you ain't swift,

Movin' like a tortise, full o' rigor mortis!

There's a little bit more to show,

I got rhymes in my mind, embedded like a embryo.

A lesson, all bout expression,

And if you start fessin, i got a smith n weston for ya!

I might ignore you're record, because it has no bottom,

I get loose in the summer, winter, spring and autumn.

It's Dre on the mic gettin physical,

Doin the job, NWA is the lynch mob!

Yes i'm macabre, but chu know you need this,

And the night i just gone, just like a fetus,

Or tumor, heres the rumour, Dre's in the neighbourhood and he's up to no good!

When i start expressin myself, Yella slam me,

Cause if i stay funky like dis, I'm doin damage!

Or I'ma be too hype, and need a straightjacket,

I got knowledge, and other suckers lack it,

So when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic,

Ask what it's like, it's like we gettin hype tonight!

Cause if i strike, It ain't for your good health,

But i won't strike if you just Express Yourself!

Express Yourself!

Do it do...

Express Yourself!

Oh do it!