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    There's a bright golden haze on the meadow
    There's a bright golden haze on the meadow
    The corn is as high as an elephant eye
    And it looks like it's climbing clear up to the sky

    Oh! what a beautiful morning
    Oh! what a beautiful day
    I've got a beautiful feeling
    Everything's going my way

    All the cattle are standing like statues
    All the cattle are standing like statues
    They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by
    But a little brown maverick is winking her eye

    Oh! what a beautiul morning
    Oh! what a beautiful day
    I've got a beautiful feeling
    Everything's going my way

    All the sounds of the earth are like music
    All the sounds of the earth are like music
    The breeze is so busy, it don't miss a tree
    And an old weeping willow is laughing at me

    Oh! what a bautiful morning
    Oh! what a beautiful day
    I've got a beautiul feeling
    Everything's going my way
    Oh what a beautiful morning

  2. Lounge   -   #2
    Where?

  3. Lounge   -   #3
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    Not here - it's dark, freezing and windy as hell.

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    Yo man... There's a lot of brothers out there flakin' and perpetratin
    But scared to kick reality.
    Man you've been doing all this dope producing.
    You had a chance to show 'em what time it is...
    So what you want me to do?
    Express Yourself...

    I'm expressin' with my full capabilities
    And now I'm livin' in correctional facilities
    Cause some don't agree with how I do this.
    I get straight, meditate like a Buddhist
    I'm droppin' flava, my behaviour is heriditery,
    But my technique is very necessary.
    Blame 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'll make you think.
    Some suckaz just tickle me pink
    To my stomache. '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
    While I'm droppin' English.
    Even if Yella
    Makes it a-capella
    I still 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 equal.
    Don't be another sequel...

    Express Yourself...
    Express Yourself...
    Come on and do it...

    Express Yourself...
    Express Yourself...
    Come on and do it...

    Now, gettin' back to the PG.
    That's program, and it's easy.
    Dre is back. Newjacks, I mean hollow,
    Expressin' 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.
    Whatch a brother playin' dope rhymes with no help.
    There's no fessin' and guessin'
    While I'm expressin 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 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 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 lookin' for the dopeman.
    Or they ban my group from the radio.
    Hear NWA and say "Hell no!".
    But you know it ain't all about wealth.
    As long as you make a note to...

    Express Yourself...
    Express Yourself...
    Come on and do it...

    Express Yourself...
    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, movin' like a tortoise.
    Full of rigor mortis.
    There's a little bit more to show
    I got rhymes in my mind, and better like an embryo.
    Or a lesson - all 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 loose in the summer. When in spring and autumn
    It's Dre on the mic, gettin' physical.
    Doin' the job
    NWA is the lynch mob!
    Yes, I'm a cob?
    But you know you need this.
    And the knowledge is growin'
    Just like 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' myself,
    Yella, slam it!
    Cause If I stay funky like this I'm doin' damage.
    Or I'mma be too hyped,
    And need a straight jacket.
    I got knowledge and other suckaers lack it.
    So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic,
    Ask what it's like.
    It's like we gettin' hype tonight.
    Cause if I strike
    It ain't for your good health.
    But I won't strike if you just...

    Express Yourself...
    Express Yourself...
    Come on and do it...

    Express Yourself...
    Express Yourself...
    Come on and do it...

    Express Yourself...
    Come on and do it...
    Come on and do it...
    Come on and do it...
    Come on and do it...

  5. Lounge   -   #5
    Originally posted by J'Pol@29 December 2003 - 01:18
    There's a bright golden haze on the meadow
    There's a bright golden haze on the meadow
    The corn is as high as an elephant eye
    And it looks like it's climbing clear up to the sky

    Oh! what a beautiful morning
    Oh! what a beautiful day
    I've got a beautiful feeling
    Everything's going my way

    All the cattle are standing like statues
    All the cattle are standing like statues
    They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by
    But a little brown maverick is winking her eye

    Oh! what a beautiul morning
    Oh! what a beautiful day
    I've got a beautiful feeling
    Everything's going my way

    All the sounds of the earth are like music
    All the sounds of the earth are like music
    The breeze is so busy, it don't miss a tree
    And an old weeping willow is laughing at me

    Oh! what a bautiful morning
    Oh! what a beautiful day
    I've got a beautiul feeling
    Everything's going my way
    Oh what a beautiful morning
    i've had just about enough of you and your trolling

  6. Lounge   -   #6
    That's Feckin It, Enough Is Enough, I Can Express Myself Too
    I was expecting a nude picture

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    Originally posted by the_faceman+29 December 2003 - 02:22--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td>QUOTE (the_faceman @ 29 December 2003 - 02:22)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'> <!--QuoteBegin-J&#39;Pol@29 December 2003 - 01:18
    There&#39;s a bright golden haze on the meadow
    There&#39;s a bright golden haze on the meadow
    The corn is as high as an elephant eye
    And it looks like it&#39;s climbing clear up to the sky

    Oh&#33; what a beautiful morning
    Oh&#33; what a beautiful day
    I&#39;ve got a beautiful feeling
    Everything&#39;s going my way

    All the cattle are standing like statues
    All the cattle are standing like statues
    They don&#39;t turn their heads as they see me ride by
    But a little brown maverick is winking her eye

    Oh&#33; what a beautiul morning
    Oh&#33; what a beautiful day
    I&#39;ve got a beautiful feeling
    Everything&#39;s going my way

    All the sounds of the earth are like music
    All the sounds of the earth are like music
    The breeze is so busy, it don&#39;t miss a tree
    And an old weeping willow is laughing at me

    Oh&#33; what a bautiful morning
    Oh&#33; what a beautiful day
    I&#39;ve got a beautiul feeling
    Everything&#39;s going my way
    Oh what a beautiful morning
    i&#39;ve had just about enough of you and your trolling [/b][/quote]
    you are teh troll with your hun scarf.

  8. Lounge   -   #8
    don&#39;t drink brass monkey, like the beat funky
    Nickname Eazy-E your 8 ball junkie
    Bass drum kicking, to show my shit
    Rap a hole in my dick, boy, I don&#39;t quit
    Crowd rocking motherfucker from around the way
    I got a six shooter yo mean brave
    Rolling through the hood to find the boys
    Kick dust and cuss crank up some noise
    Police on my drawers, I have to pause
    40 ounce in my lap and it&#39;s freezing my balls
    Hook a right turn and let the boys go past
    then I say to myself, "They can kiss my ass"
    Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips
    Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye&#39;s greatest hits
    Turn the shit up had the bass cold whomping
    Cruising through the east side south of Compton
    See a big ass and I say word
    I took a look at the face, and the bitch was to the curb
    Hoes on my tip for the title I&#39;m holding
    Eazy-E&#39;s fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling

    Verse Two: Eazy-E

    Riding on Slauson looking for Crenshaw
    Turned down the sound to ditch the law
    Stopped at a light and had a fit
    Cause a Mexican almost wrecked my shit
    Flipped his ass off put it to the floor
    Bottle was empty so I went to the store
    Nigga on tip cause I was drunk
    See a sissy ass punk had to go in my trunk
    Reached inside cause it&#39;s like that
    Came back out with a silver gat
    Fired at the punk and it was all because
    I had to show the nigger what time it was
    Pulled out the jammy and like a mirage
    A sissy like that got out of Dodge
    Sucka on me cause the title I&#39;m holding
    Eazy-E&#39;s fucked up and got the 8 Ball rolling

    Verse Three: Eazy-E

    Olde English 800 cause that&#39;s my brand
    Take it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can
    Drink it like a madman yes I do
    Fuck the police and a 5-0 too
    Stepped in the park I was drunk as hell
    Three bitches already said, "Eric your breath smells&#33;"
    40 ounce in hand that&#39;s what I got
    "Yo man you see Eazy urlin&#39; in the parking lot?"
    Stepped on your foot cold dissed your hoe
    Asked her to dance and she said, "Hell No&#33;"
    Called her a bitch cause that&#39;s the rule
    Boyz n tha Hood trying to keep me cool
    Tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt
    I walked in your face and we get on up
    I start dropping the dogs and watch you fall
    Just dumb full of cumn got knocked out cold
    "Make you look sick you snotty nosed prick&#33;
    Now your fly bitche is all over his dick&#33;"
    Punk got dropped cause the title I&#39;m holding
    Eazy-E&#39;s fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling

    Verse Four: Eazy-E

    Pass the brew mother fucker while I tear shit up
    and yall listen up close to roll call
    Eazy-E&#39;s in the place I got money and juice
    Rendezvous with me and we make the deuce
    Dre makes the beats so goddamn funky
    Do the Olde 8 fuck the brass monkey
    Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say
    Hail to the niggas from CIA
    Crazy D is down and in effect
    We make hard core jams so fuck respect
    Make a toast all you punks to the title I&#39;m holding
    Eazy-E&#39;s fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling

  9. Lounge   -   #9
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    Originally posted by Smooch@29 December 2003 - 03:22
    That&#39;s Feckin It, Enough Is Enough, I Can Express Myself Too
    I was expecting a nude picture
    Sicko

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    indeed&#33;

    (another useful post )

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