Blu - Rediscover lyrics

[Verse 1: Skyzoo] My discovery different 16's made a way where if you want it, you get it A couple wasn't as lucky but if you love it, you live it I throw a wand in the john, make you bubble the liquid Ok, rediscover me, I just be what I should be A king Word to Bernard but still keep a couple leaves My thing work like a charm but if this genie up and leave My friends work with the bomb and I just need what I just need It's whatever for this living if this living sublime How they living in the maybes, subliminal lines The subliminals they giving you is different from mine Cause I don't get you no subliminals, my sh** is defined And if you don't get it today, then sh**, get in the line And as you scroll through your calendar you'll get it in time They say a five-year plan is at the end of this line And I'm just tryna find the heart that starts giving you kind Rediscover [Verse 2: Torae] Discover yourself, uncover what else When it's done, did you do it for the love or the wealth? If you love it could you do it if it's stuck on a shelf? Look in the mirror and still f** with yourself Never somebody else It's taking me hell to be king just like Martin Luther Except I had a Dream, you steam, I might have to shoot you They Vined it and Tweet, you turn the other cheek To try to keep the casualties count, the murder and the beat No surrender, no retreat All it's left to discover is gaining insight and knowledge Ascertaining one another, still remain if you my brother The fakes wither away Either the radio, the video, the stages still the same Real name, no gimmicks, attain no image Used to scream f** the world till I came all in it Should I say so vivid, it's easy to see It's like the LPs on DVD, rediscover [Verse 3: Blu] They used to call me Guantanamo Put the underlay on your Ebok, quick as a cheetah [?] full as Hiroshima Yeah your condom broke Blu been busting raw since the fetal With a femme fatal feline fine as a zebra Rediscover me, Discovery Channel on Coco Channel Smelling like an animal You can tell I'm rocking well, Norman Rockwell But not for sale Andy Warhol and all the color girls say that it's a work of art Deco on the A ceiling Penning a bezel You can watch me but the clock is ticking My money echos [?] spit a Pica**o on your console Aquarian gospels for the prophets The apostles you can Aristotle but who cares? Tomorrow I spit a hollow He stuffed a wish in a bottle relay to Rollo I say, let my revolver solve the problem hombre He borderline gay Plus his sh** is body like a porta potty Damn Barrel Brothers Blu