Skyzoo - Rediscover lyrics

rate me

ft. Torae, Blu

My discovery different

16’s made a way, if you want it, you get it

A couple wasn’t as lucky but if you love it, you live it

Throwing ones in the john, makes you pumping the liquid

Ok, rediscover me, I just be what I should be

A king…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 blinded and tweet, you turn the other cheek

To try to keep the casualties count, the murder and the peak

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, even the radio, the video, the stakes still the same

Real name, no gimmicks, attain no image

Used to scream fuck the world till I…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

…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

…you can never stop it, but who cares? Tomorrow I spit a hollow

He stuck…damn, barrel brothers