Express Yourself

[Dr. Dre:]

Yo, man... There's a lot of brothers out there flakin' and perpetratin

But scared to kick reality.

[Ice Cube:]

Man, you've been doing all this **** producing.

You had a chance to show 'em what time it is...

[Dr. Dre:]

So, what you want me to do?

Express Yourself...

[Dr. Dre:]

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 says it gets funky

When you got a subject and a predacit.

Add it on a **** beat

And that'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 **** or a 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...

Express Yourself...

Come on and do it...

Express Yourself...

Express Yourself...

Come on and do it...

Now, gettin' back to the PG.

That's program, and it's easy.

Dre is back. Newjacks, I mean 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.

Whatch a brother playin' **** 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 them 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 hiphop starts,

Forget about the ghetto

And rap for the pop charts.

Some musicians curse 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 ****man.

Or 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...

Come on and do it...

Express Yourself...

Express Yourself...

Come on and do it...

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 'em expression

And if you start fessin' -

I got a Smith and Wessun

For you.

I might ignore your record

Because it has no bottom.

I get loose in the summer. When in spring and autumn

It's Dre on the mic, gettin' physical.

Doin' the job

NWA is the lynch mob!

Yes, I'm a cob?

But you know you need this.

And the knowledge is growin'

Just like a foetus, 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,

And 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...

Express Yourself...

Come on and do it...

Express Yourself...

Express Yourself...

Come on and do it...

Express Yourself...

Come on and do it...

Come on and do it...

Come on and do it...

Come on and do it... [music fades]