Yo, man... There's a lot of brothers out there flakin' and perpetratin
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But scared to kick reality.
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Man, you've been doing all this dope producing.
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You had a chance to show 'em what time it is...
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So, what you want me to do?
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Express Yourself...
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I'm expressin' with my full capabilities,
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And now I'm livin' in correctional facilities,
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Cause some don't agree with how I do this.
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I get straight, meditate like a Buddhist
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I'm droppin' flava, my behaviour is heriditery,
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But my technique is very necessary.
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Blame it on Ice Cube... Because he says it gets funky
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When you got a subject and a predacit.
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Add it on a dope beat
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And that'll make you think.
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Some suckaz just tickle me pink
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To my stomache. 'Cause they don't flow like this one.
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You know what? I won't hesitate to dis one
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Or two before I'm through.
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So don't try to sing this!
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Some drop science
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While I'm droppin' English.
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Even if Yella
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Makes it a-capella
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I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or a sess.
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Cause its known to give a brother brain damage.
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And brain damage on the mic don't manage
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Nuthin'
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But makin' a sucker and you equal.
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Don't be another sequel...
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Express Yourself...
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Express Yourself...
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Come on and do it...
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Express Yourself...
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Express Yourself...
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Come on and do it...
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Now, gettin' back to the PG.
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That's program, and it's easy.
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Dre is back. Newjacks, I mean hollow,
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Expressin' ain't their subject
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Because they like to follow
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The words, the style, the trend,
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The records I spin.
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Again and again and again
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Yo, you on the other end.
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Whatch a brother playin' dope rhymes with no help.
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There's no fessin' and guessin'
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While I'm expressin myself.
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It's crazy to see people be
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What society wants them to be. But not me!
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Ruthless...
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Is the way to go
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They know.
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Others say rhymes that fail
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To be original.
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Or they kill where the hiphop starts,
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Forget about the ghetto
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And rap for the pop charts.
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Some musicians curse at home
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But scared to use profanity
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When up on the microphone.
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Yeah, they want reality.
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But you won't hear none.
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They rather exaggerate, a little fiction.
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Some say no to drugs and take a stand,
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But after the show they go lookin' for the dopeman.
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Or they ban my group from the radio.
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Hear NWA and say "Hell no!".
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But you know it ain't all about wealth.
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As long as you make a note to...
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Express Yourself...
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Express Yourself...
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Come on and do it...
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Express Yourself...
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Express Yourself...
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Come on and do it...
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Express Yourself...
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From the heart.
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Cause if you wanna start to move up the chart
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Then expression is a big part of it.
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You ain't efficient when you flow
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You ain't swift, movin' like a tortoise.
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Full of rigor mortis.
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There's a little bit more to show
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I got rhymes in my mind, and better like an embryo.
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Or a lesson - all of 'em expression
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And if you start fessin' -
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I got a Smith and Wessun
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For you.
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I might ignore your record
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Because it has no bottom.
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I get loose in the summer. When in spring and autumn
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It's Dre on the mic, gettin' physical.
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Doin' the job
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NWA is the lynch mob!
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Yes, I'm a cob?
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But you know you need this.
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And the knowledge is growin'
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Just like a foetus, or a tumor.
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But here's the rumor:
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Dre is in the neighborhood
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And he's up to no good.
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When I start expressin' myself,
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Yella, slam it!
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Cause If I stay funky like this I'm doin' damage.
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Or I'mma be too hyped,
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And need a straight jacket.
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I got knowledge and other suckaers lack it.
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So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic,
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Ask what it's like.
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It's like we gettin' hype tonight.
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Cause if I strike
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It ain't for your good health.
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But I won't strike if you just...
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Express Yourself...
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Express Yourself...
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Come on and do it...
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Express Yourself...
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Express Yourself...
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Come on and do it...
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Express Yourself...
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Come on and do it...
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Come on and do it...
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Come on and do it...
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Come on and do it...
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Express Yourself (Remix)
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