N.W.A. - Express Yourself Lyrics
Yo, man... theres a lot of brothers out there flakin and perpetratinBut scared to kick reality.Man, youve been doing all this dope producing.You had a chance to show em what time it is...So, what you want me to do?Express yourself...Im expressin with my full capabilities,And now Im livin in correctional facilities,Cause some dont agree with how I do this.I get straight, meditate like a buddhistIm droppin flava, my behaviour is heriditery,But my technique is very necessary.Blame it on ice cube... because he says it gets funkyWhen you got a subject and a predacit.Add it on a dope beatAnd thatll make you think.Some suckaz just tickle me pinkTo my stomache. cause they dont flow like this one.You know what? I wont hesitate to dis oneOr two before Im through.So dont try to sing this!Some drop scienceWhile Im droppin english.Even if yellaMakes it a-capellaI still express, yo, I dont smoke weed or a sess.Cause its known to give a brother brain damage.And brain damage on the mic dont manageNuthinBut makin a sucker and you equal.Dont be another sequel...Express yourself...Express yourself...Come on and do it...Express yourself...Express yourself...Come on and do it...Now, gettin back to the pg.Thats program, and its easy.Dre is back. newjacks, I mean hollow,Expressin aint their subjectBecause they like to followThe words, the style, the trend,The records I spin.Again and again and againYo, you on the other end.Whatch a brother playin dope rhymes with no help.Theres no fessin and guessinWhile Im expressin myself.Its crazy to see people beWhat society wants them to be. but not me!Ruthless...Is the way to goThey know.Others say rhymes that failTo be original.Or they kill where the hiphop starts,Forget about the ghettoAnd rap for the pop charts.Some musicians curse at homeBut scared to use profanityWhen up on the microphone.Yeah, they want reality.But you wont 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.Or they ban my group from the radio.Hear nwa and say hell no!.But you know it aint all about wealth.As long as you make a note to...Express yourself...Express yourself...Come on and do it...Express yourself...Express yourself...Come on and do it...Express yourself...From the heart.Cause if you wanna start to move up the chartThen expression is a big part of it.You aint efficient when you flowYou aint swift, movin like a tortoise.Full of rigor mortis.Theres a little bit more to showI got rhymes in my mind, and better like an embryo.Or a lesson - all of em expressionAnd if you start fessin -I got a smith and wessunFor you.I might ignore your recordBecause it has no bottom.I get loose in the summer. when in spring and autumnIts dre on the mic, gettin physical.Doin the jobNwa is the lynch mob!Yes, Im a cob?But you know you need this.And the knowledge is growinJust like a foetus, or a tumor.But heres the rumor:Dre is in the neighborhoodAnd hes up to no good.When I start expressin myself,Yella, slam it!Cause if I stay funky like this Im doin damage.Or imma be too hyped,And need a straight jacket.I got knowledge and other suckaers lack it.So, when you see dre, a dj on the mic,Ask what its like.Its like we gettin hype tonight.Cause if I strikeIt aint for your good health.But I wont strike if you just...Express yourself...Express yourself...Come on and do it...Express yourself...Express yourself...Come on and do it...Express yourself...Come on and do it...Come on and do it...Come on and do it...Come on and do it...
