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Yo man, there's a lot of brothers out there |
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Flakin' and perpetratin' but scared to kick reality |
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Man, you been doin' all this dope producin' |
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You ain't had a chance to show 'em what time it is |
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So what you want me to do? 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 and meditate like a Buddhist |
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I'm droppin' flava, my behavior is hereditary |
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But my technique is very necessary |
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Blame it on Ice Cube because he said it gets funky |
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When you got a subject and a predicate |
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Add it on a dope beat and it'll make you think |
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Some suckers just tickle me pink to my stomach |
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'Cause they don't flow like this one |
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You know what? I won't hesitate to diss one |
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Or two before I'm through, so don't try to sing this |
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Some drop science while I'm droppin' English |
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Even if Yella, makes it acapella |
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I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or sess |
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'Cause it's known to give a brother brain damage |
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And brain damage on the mic don't manage nuthin' |
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But makin' a sucka and you equal |
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Don't be another sequel, express yourself |
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Express yourself |
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Go on and do it |
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Express yourself |
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Express yourself |
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Go 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, new jacks are made hollow |
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Expressin' ain't their subject because they like to follow |
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The words, the style, the trend, the records I spin |
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Again and again and again, yo, you're on the other end |
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Watch a brother blend dope rhymes with no help |
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There's no fessin' or guessin' while I'm expressin' myself |
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It's crazy to see people be what society wants them to be, but not me |
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Ruthless is the way to go, they know |
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Others say rhymes which fail to be original |
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Or they kill where the hip hop starts |
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Forget about the ghetto and rap for the pop charts |
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Some musicians cuss at home |
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But scared to use profanity when up on the microphone |
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Yeah, they want reality but you will hear none |
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They'd 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 N.W.A. 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 express yourself |
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Express yourself |
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Go on and do it |
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Express yourself |
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Express yourself |
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Go on and do it |
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Express yourself |
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From the heart '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, you ain't swift |
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Movin' like a tortoise, 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, embedded like an embryo |
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Or a lesson, all of them expression |
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And if you start fessin', I got a Smith & Wesson for ya |
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I might ignore your record because it has no bottom |
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I get loose in the summer, winter, spring and autumn |
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It's Dre on the mic, gettin' physical |
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Doin' the job, N.W.A is the lynch mob |
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Yes, I'ma calm but you know you need this |
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And the knowledge is growin' just like a fetus |
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Or a tumor but here is the rumor |
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Dre is in the neighborhood and he's up to no good |
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When I start expressin' myself, Yella, slam it |
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'Cause if I stay funky like this I'm doin' damage |
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Or I'ma be too hyped and need a straight jacket |
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I got knowledge and other suckers 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, it's like we're gettin' hyped tonight |
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'Cause if I strike, it ain't for your good health |
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But I won't strike if you just express yourself |
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Express yourself |
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Go on and do it |
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Express yourself |
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Express yourself |
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Go on and do it |
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Express yourself |
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Go on and do it |
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Go on and do it |
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Go on and do it |
