Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Express Yourself, artist - N.W.A. Album song California Love, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.08.2010
Record label: Rud pixels
Song language: English
Express Yourself |
Yo man there's a lot of brothers out there |
Flaking and perpetrating but scared to kick reality |
Man, you been doing all this dope producing |
You ain't had a chance to show 'em what time it is |
So what you want me to do? |
(Express yourself!) |
I'm expressing with my full capabilities |
And now I'm living in correctional facilities |
Cause some don't agree with how I do this |
I get straight and meditate like a Buddhist |
I'm dropping flavor, my behavior 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 it'll make you 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, while I'm dropping English |
Even if Yella, makes it a-capella |
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, nothing |
But making a sucker and you equal |
Don't be another sequel (Express yourself!) |
Now, getting back to the PG |
That's program, and it's easy |
Dre is back, new jacks are made hollow |
Expressing 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're on the other end |
Watch a brother blend dope rhymes, with no help |
There's no fessing or guessing while I'm expressing myself |
It's crazy to see people be |
What society wants them to be, but not me |
Ruthless, is the way to go, they know |
Others say rhymes which fail to be original |
Or they kill where the hip-hop starts |
Forget about the ghetto, and rap for the pop charts |
Some musicians cuss at home |
But scared to use profanity when upon the microphone |
Yeah, they want reality, but you will hear none |
They'd rather exaggerate a little fiction |
Some say no to drugs, and take a stand |
But after the show, they go looking for the "Dopeman" |
Or 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!) |
from the heart |
Cause if you want to 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 'em expression |
And if you start fessing, I got a Smith and Wessun for ya |
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, getting physical |
Doin' the job, N.W.A is the lynch mob! |
Yes I'ma climb, but you know you need this |
And the knowledge is growing just like a fetus |
Or a tumor, but here is the rumor |
Dre is in the neighborhood and he's up to no good |
When I start expressing myself, Yella, slam it |
Cause if I stay funky like this I'm doing damage |
Or I'ma be too hyped, and need a straight jacket |
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're getting hyped tonight |
Cause if I strike, it ain't for your good health |
But I won't strike if you just (Express yourself!) |