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20 ans ~ 100 chansons : 1986–2006
Disc 1
01. There Is a Light That Never Goes Out
02. Some Candy Talking
03. C’mon Every Beatbox
04. Pump Up the Volume
05. Birthday
06. Just Like Heaven
07. Where Is My Mind?
08. Everyday Is Like Sunday
09. Was There Anything I Could Do?
10. The Mercy Seat
11. Express Yourself
12. I Wanna Be Adored
13. Oh! Brother
14. Dirty Boots
15. There She Goes
16. The Only One I Know
17. Groove Is in the Heart
Disc 2
01. Sheela‐Na‐Gig
02. Loaded
03. Jump Around
04. Glory Box
05. O Paul
06. Tonight We Fly
07. Loser
08. Rock Star
09. Undone (The Sweater Song)
10. Dream Brother
11. Karmacoma – Portishead Experience
12. Common People
13. Le Courage des oiseaux
14. Caught by the Fuzz
15. Wonderwall
16. Born Slippy (Nuxx)
17. Runnin’
18. Frank Sinatra
Disc 3
01. Un jour en France
02. Makes Me Wanna Die
03. Novocaine for the Soul
04. Fade Into You
05. The Fox in the Snow
06. The Child
07. Hunter
08. Firestarter
09. Around the World
10. Karma Police
11. The Drugs Don’t Work
12. A.M. 180
13. Crispy Bacon
14. Fuck Even Flow
15. Do You Wanna Get Heavy?
16. Holes
Disc 4
01. The Rockafeller Skank
02. Prix choc
03. Rendez‐vu
04. Every You Every Me
05. La nuit je mens
06. Metaphysical (A Good Day)
07. Hey Boy Hey Girl
08. Caught Out There
09. Instant Street
10. Dirge
11. Flat Beat
12. Je vous emmerde
13. Since I Left You
14. Beau Mot Plage
15. Playground Love
Disc 5
01. Too Young
02. The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret
03. Love on the Dole
04. La Baie
05. Silent Sigh
06. Baby Doll
07. Dom
08. Dy‐na‐mi‐tee
09. It’s Too Late
10. De pauvres riches
11. I Don’t Blame You
12. Elle m’a dit
13. Hey Ya!
14. Black and White Eyes
15. Brest
16. Ambulance
17. Ladyflash
Disc 6
01. Music When the Lights Go Out
02. Rebellion (Lies)
03. Take Me Out (Daft Punk remix)
04. I Luv U
05. Le Baiser Modiano
06. Beaux Dimanches
07. Terrible Angels
08. 1000 Bruits
09. Losing My Edge
10. 22 Grand Job
11. John Wayne Gacy, Jr.
12. Banquet
13. Over and Over Again (Lost and Found)
14. The Good Ones
15. Hope There’s Someone
16. Hey Mama Wolf
17. Fake Tales of San Francisco (live)
Yo, man, there's a lot of brothers out there
Flakin' and perpetratin', too scared to kick reality
Man, you been doin' all this dope producin'
You ain't had a chance to show 'em what time it is
So watchu 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 and meditate, like a Buddhist
I'm droppin' flavour, 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, well I'm droppin' 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 makin' a sucker and you equal
Don't be another sequel

Express yourself
Express yourself
Express yourself
Express yourself

Now, gettin' back to the PG
That's program and it's easy
Dre is back, New Jacks are made hollow
Expressin' niggers subject because they like to follow
The words, the style, the trend, the records I spin
Again and again and again, yo y'all on the other end
Watch a brother bringin' dope rhymes, with no help
There's no fessin' or guessin' while I'm expressin' myself

It's crazy to see people be what society wants 'em 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 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
"Here, N.W.A.", they say, "Hell no!"
But you know it ain't all about wealth
As long as you make a note to

Express yourself
Express yourself
Express yourself
Express yourself
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 tortise, full o' rigor mortis
There's a little bit more to show
I got rhymes in my mind, embedded like a embryo
Or a lesson, all of them expression
And if you start fessin', I got a Smith and Weston for ya

I might ignore your record because it has no bottom
I might get loose in the summer, winter, spring and autumn
It's Dre on the mic gettin' 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 tumor, well here's the rumour
Dre's in the neighbourhood and he's up to no good

When I start expressing myself, yella slam me
'Cause if I stay funky like this, I'm doin' damage
Or I'ma be too hyped and need a straightjacket
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 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
Express yourself
Express yourself
Express yourself