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!) (Express yourself!) (Go on and do it) (Express yourself!) (Express yourself!) (Go on and do it) 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!) (Express yourself!) (Go on and do it) (Express yourself!) (Express yourself!) (Go on and do it) (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!) (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)