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 them what time it is. So what you want me to do? Express yourself! I'm expressing with my full capabilities, and 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 *** 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 cappella. I still express yo, I don't smoke weed or cess, 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! Express yourself! Express yourself! Express yourself! Express yourself! Now, get back to the PG. That's programmed, and it's easy. Trey is back, new jacks, I'm in holo. Expressing ain't the subject, because they like to follow the words, the style, the trend. The records I spin again and again and again, yeah you're on the other end. Watch a brother blend dope rhymes with no help. There's no fessing against him 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 must 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 scare to use profanity when up on 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 dope man. 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 too. Express yourself. Express yourself. Express yourself. Express yourself. Express yourself. 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 moving 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 them expression. And if you start fessing, I got a Smith and Wesson for you. 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, doing the job. N.W.A. is the lynch mob, it's I'm a cop. But you know you need this, and the knowledge is growing just like a fetus, or a tumor. But here's the rumor, Dre's in the neighborhood, and he's up to no good. When I start expressing myself, y'all are slamming, cause if I stay funky like this, I'm doing damage. So I'ma be too hype, 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. It's all the same. Express yourself. All is good. Express yourself. Express yourself. All is good. Express yourself. All is good. All is good. All is good.