| 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 'em what time it is | 
| So what you want me to do? | 
| (Express yourself!) | 
| I'm expressing with my full capabilities | 
| And now 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 diss 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-capella | 
| I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or sess | 
| 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!) | 
| Now, getting back to the PG | 
| That's program, and it's easy | 
| Dre is back, new jacks are made hollow | 
| Expressing 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're on the other end | 
| Watch a brother blend dope rhymes, with no help | 
| There's no fessing or guessing 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 which 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 scared to use profanity when upon 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 "Dopeman" | 
| 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 to (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 | 
| 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 fessing, I got a Smith and Wessun for ya | 
| 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 | 
| Doin' the job, N.W.A is the lynch mob! | 
| Yes I'ma climb, but you know you need this | 
| And the knowledge is growing just like a fetus | 
| Or a tumor, but here is the rumor | 
| Dre is in the neighborhood and he's up to no good | 
| When I start expressing myself, Yella, slam it | 
| Cause if I stay funky like this I'm doing damage | 
| Or I'ma be too hyped, 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!) |