| "Express Yourself" Written by Ice Cube (O'Shea Jackson) and MC Ren (Lorenzo Patterson) I'm expressin' with my full capabilities And now I'm livin' in correctional facilities 'Cause some don't agree With how I do this I get straight, meditate like a Buddhist I'm droppin' flava My behaviour is heriditery 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 it'll make you think Some suckaz just tickle me pink To my stomache '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 While I'm droppin' English Even if Yella makes it a-capella I still express Yo, I don't smoke weed or sess 'Cause its known to give a brother Brain damage And brain damage on the mic Don't manage nuthin' But makin' a sucker and you equal Don't be another sequel Express yourself Do it good Express yourself Oh, do it Ice Cube is not for the pop chart So where should a brother like you start Expressin' yourself My boy'll show you how Yo, Dre What up? 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, you on the other end Watch a brother playin' dope rhymes With no help There's no fessin' or 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 Though some musicians cuss at home But scared to use profanity When up on the microphone Yeah, 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 N.W.A. and say "Hell no!" But you know it ain't all about wealth As long as you make a note to Express yourself Do it good Express yourself Oh, do it A lyricist, yo, Dre is the name for it To make something dope on a record That's what he came for Kickin reality, yo, but stayin' hisself But it's important that you Keep it in mind to Express yourself From the heart 'Cause if you wanna start To move up the chart Then expression is a big part of it You ain't efficient when you flow You ain't swift, movin' like a tortoise Full of rigor mortis There's a little bit more to show I got rhymes in my mind Embedded like an embryo Or a lesson, all of them expression And if you start fessin' I got a Smith & Wesson for you I might ignore your 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 you know you need this And the knowledge is growin' Just like a fetus, or a tumor But here's the rumor Dre is in the neighborhood And he's up to no good When I start expressin' myself Yella, slam it 'Cause If I stay funky like this I'm doin' damage Or I'mma be too hyped Need a straight jacket I got knowledge and other suckaers 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 Do it good Express yourself Oh, do it Express yourself Express yourself Express yoursef Express yourself Express yourself Express yourself Oh, do it |     |
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