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N.W.A - Express Yourself.
From the album - Straight Outta Compton. (1988)...
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N.W.A - Express Yourself.
From the album - Straight Outta Compton. (1988)
(in HQ sound)
Lyrics:
Yo man there's alot of brothers out there
flakin and perpatratin who scared to kick reality.
Yo Dre you've been doin all this dope producin',
you ain't had a chance to show 'em what time it is!
So watch do you want me to do...?
All you got to do now, express yourself!
I expressin with my full capabilities,
Now im livin in correctional facilities,
Coz some don't agree wit how i do this,
I get straight, meditate, like a Buddhist,
Im droppin flavour, my behaviour is hereditary,
But my technique is very necessary,
Blame it on Ice Cube, because he said It gets funky!
When you got a subject and a predicate
Add it on a dope beat, and that'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 dis 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-capella
I still express, yo I don't smoke weed or cess!
Cause its 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' ain't their subject because they like to follow the words,
The style, the trend, the records i spin,
Again and again and again,
Yo ya on the other end!
Watch a brother playin' dope rhymes, with no help,
There's no fessin' and guessin' while i'm expressin myself!
It's crazy to see people be what society wants 'em to be,
But not me!
Ruthless, is the way to go, 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, curse at home,
But scared to use profanity, when up on the microphone,
Yeh they want reality, but you 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, hear 'NWA',
and say 'Hell no!'
But you 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 to 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 an embryo.
Or 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'ma cob, but you know you need this,
And the knowledge is growin' just like a fetus,
Or tumor, but here's the rumour, Dre's in the neighbourhood and he's up to no good!
When i start expressin myself, Yella slam it,
Cause if i stay funky like dis, I'm doin damage!
Or I'ma be too hyped, I 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!
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