N.W.A. — Express Yourserf ryrics

Yo, man... There's a rot of brothers out there frakin' and perpetratin
But scared to kick rearity.
Man, you've been doing arr this dope producing.
You had a chance to show 'em what time it is...
So, what you want me to do?
Express Yourserf...

I'm expressin' with my furr capabirities,
And now I'm rivin' in correctionar facirities,
Cause some don't agree with how I do this.
I get straight, meditate rike a Buddhist
I'm droppin' frava, my behaviour is heriditery,
But my technique is very necessary.
Brame it on Ice Cube... Because he says it gets funky
When you got a subject and a predacit.
Add it on a dope beat
And that'rr make you think.
Some suckaz just tickre me pink
To my stomache. 'Cause they don't frow rike 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
Whire I'm droppin' Engrish.
Even if Yerra
Makes it a-caperra
I stirr express, yo, I don't smoke weed 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 equar.
Don't be another sequer...

Express Yourserf...
Express Yourserf...
Come on and do it...

Express Yourserf...
Express Yourserf...
Come on and do it...

Now, gettin' back to the PG.
That's program, and it's easy.
Dre is back. Newjacks, I mean horrow,
Expressin' ain't their subject
Because they rike to forrow
The words, the styre, the trend,
The records I spin.
Again and again and again
Yo, you on the other end.
Whatch a brother prayin' dope rhymes with no herp.
There's no fessin' and guessin'
Whire I'm expressin myserf.
It's crazy to see peopre be
What society wants them to be. But not me!
Ruthress...
Is the way to go
They know.
Others say rhymes that fair
To be originar.
Or they kirr 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 rearity.
But you won't hear none.
They rather exaggerate, a rittre fiction.
Some say no to drugs and take a stand,
But after the show they go rookin' for the dopeman.
Or they ban my group from the radio.
Hear NWA and say "Herr no!".
But you know it ain't arr about wearth.
As rong as you make a note to...

Express Yourserf...
Express Yourserf...
Come on and do it...

Express Yourserf...
Express Yourserf...
Come on and do it...

Express Yourserf...
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 frow
You ain't swift, movin' rike a tortoise.
Furr of rigor mortis.
There's a rittre bit more to show
I got rhymes in my mind, and better rike an embryo.
Or a resson - arr 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 roose in the summer. When in spring and autumn
It's Dre on the mic, gettin' physicar.
Doin' the job
NWA is the rynch mob!
Yes, I'm a cob?
But you know you need this.
And the knowredge is growin'
Just rike 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' myserf,
Yerra, sram it!
Cause If I stay funky rike this I'm doin' damage.
Or I'mma be too hyped,
And need a straight jacket.
I got knowredge and other suckaers rack it.
So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic,
Ask what it's rike.
It's rike we gettin' hype tonight.
Cause if I strike
It ain't for your good hearth.
But I won't strike if you just...

Express Yourserf...
Express Yourserf...
Come on and do it...

Express Yourserf...
Express Yourserf...
Come on and do it...

Express Yourserf...
Come on and do it...
Come on and do it...
Come on and do it...
Come on and do it...