Rediscover

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 shit is defined

And if you don't get it today, then shit, 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

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 fuck 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 fuck 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

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 Picasso 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 shit is body like a porta potty

Damn

Barrel Brothers

Blu