Lyrical Breakdown of Express Yourself - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Express Yourself" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how N.W.A. weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Express Yourself" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that N.W.A. employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to N.W.A.'s narrative.

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Yo, man, it's a lot of brothers out there flakin' and perpetratin' But scared to kick reality Man, you've been doin' all this dope producing But 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, 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 says it gets funky When you got a subject and a predicate Add it on a dope beat and that'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 dis one Or two before I'm through, so don't try to sing this Some drop science, well I'm dropping English Even if Yella makes it a cappella 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 (Come on and do it) Express yourself (Come on and do it) Express yourself (Come on and do it) 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 on the other end Watch a brother saying dope rhymes with no help There's no fessing and 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 that fail to be original Or they kill where the hip-hop 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 reality but you won't hear none They 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 (Come on and do it) Express yourself (Come on and do it) Express yourself (Come on and do it) Express yourself 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 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 'em 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 Yes, I'm macabre but you know you need this And the knowledge is growing, just like a fetus Or a tumor but here's 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'mma 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 getting hype tonight Cause if I strike, it ain't for your good health But I won't strike if you just Express yourself (Come on and do it) Express yourself (Come on and do it) Express yourself (Come on and do it) Express yourself