Yo man there's a lot of brothers out Flaking and but scared to kick reality
Man, you doing all this dope producing You ain't had a chance to show 'em what it is
So what you me to do? (Express yourself!)
I'm with my full capabilities And now I'm in correctional facilities some don't agree with how I do this I get straight and like a Buddhist I'm dropping flavor, my behavior is But my technique is necessary Blame it on Ice Cube, because he it gets funky you got a subject and a predicate Add it on a dope beat, and make you think suckers just tickle me pink, to my stomach Cause they flow like this one You know I won't hesitate to diss one Or two before I'm through, so don't try to sing Some drop science, while I'm dropping Even if Yella, it a-capella I still express, yo, I smoke weed or sess Cause it's known to give a brother damage And brain on the mic don't manage, nothing But a sucker and you equal be another sequel (Express yourself!)
(Express yourself!) (Go on and do it) (Express yourself!) (Express yourself!) (Go on and do it)
Now, getting to the PG That's program, and easy Dre is back, new jacks are hollow Expressing ain't their subject because they like to The words, the style, the trend; the I spin Again and again and again, yo, you're on the end Watch a brother blend dope rhymes, no help There's no fessing or guessing while I'm expressing It's crazy to see be What society them to be, but not me Ruthless, is the way to go, they Others say rhymes which to be original Or kill where the hip-hop starts Forget about the ghetto, and rap for the pop musicians cuss at home But to use profanity when upon the microphone Yeah, they want reality, but you hear none They'd rather exaggerate a little say no to drugs, and take a stand But after the show, go looking for the "Dopeman" Or they ban my from the radio N.W.A. and say, "Hell no!" But you know it ain't all about As as you make a note to (Express yourself!)
(Express yourself!) (Go on and do it) (Express yourself!) (Express yourself!) (Go on and do it)
(Express yourself!) from the Cause if you want to start to move up the Then is a big part of it You ain't efficient you flow, you ain't swift Movin like a tortoise, of rigor mortis There's a little bit more to I got rhymes in my mind, like an embryo Or a lesson, all of 'em And if you fessing, I got a Smith and Wessun for ya I might ignore record because it has no bottom I get loose in the winter spring and autumn It's Dre on the mic, getting the job, N.W.A is the lynch mob! Yes I'ma climb, but you know you this And the knowledge is growing just like a Or a tumor, but is the rumor Dre is in the neighborhood and he's up to no When I expressing myself, Yella, slam it if I stay funky like this I'm doing damage Or I'ma be too hyped, and need a jacket I got knowledge, and suckers lack it So, you see Dre, a DJ on the mic Ask it's like, it's like we're getting hyped tonight Cause if I strike, it for your good health But I strike if you just (Express yourself!)
(Express yourself!) (Go on and do it) (Express yourself!) (Express yourself!) (Go on and do it) (Express yourself!) (Go on and do it) (Go on and do it)