Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Express Yourself, artist - Stretch Arm Strong.
Date of issue: 22.08.2005
Song language: English
Express Yourself |
A lot of brothers out there been |
Flakin and perpetratin but scared to kick reality |
We been doin all this dope producin |
You ain’t had a chance to show 'em what time it is |
Well what you want me to do? |
Express yourself! |
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 and meditate like a Buddhist |
I’m droppin flava, 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 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 droppin english |
Even if Yella, makes it acapella |
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 — NUTHIN |
But makin a sucka and you equal |
Don’t be another sequel. |
Woooaaah! |
Express Yourself |
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 |
Again and again and again — yo, you’re on the other end |
Whatch a brother blend 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 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 curse 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 lookin for the «Dopeman» |
Or they ban my group from the radio |
Hear Stretch Arm Strong say, «Hell no!» |
But you know it ain’t all about wealth |
As long as you make a note to express yourself! |
Wooooooah! |
Express yourself |
Cause if you wanna start to move up the chart |
Then expression is a big part of it (a big part of it) |
Expression is a big part of it, a big part of it! |
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 fessin, 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, gettin physical |
Doin' the job, Stretch Arm Strong is the lynch mob! |
Yes I’ma climb, but you know you need this |
And the knowledge is growin 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 expressin myself, Yella, slam it |
Cause if I stay funky like this I’m doin 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 gettin hyped tonight |
Cause if I strike, it ain’t for your good health |
But I won’t strike if you just. |
Express yourself! |
Wooooooooooooah |
Come on and do it |
Come on and do it |
Express yourself! |