Rediscover Me

Yeah
So it’s like… being from Washington, D.C. and all… I ain’t been noticed yet
Gridin' everyday doing all that and all that (and all that)
I’m like a treasure ain’t nobody discovered yet
Please listen
Rediscover me
I am ready now
Take me high on wings of love
Rediscover me
I am ready now
Take me high on wings of love
Rediscover me
Look, it’s been a long time coming like multiple orgasms
Organic rap, hip-hop is back in
I’m fast with it like fast track niggas
Off that BalCo, outflow whack rap niggas
And I outclass niggas — check the truancy
So fresh fluently
Shoot the breeze up in D.C. in my cold J.B.'s — I’m doing me
When they try to do what we do they ain’t cool as me — truthfully
D.C. to P.G., supplier of the freshest
Flier than all the rest of them, you niggas will respect us
A nasal-strip spitter, the game been congested
Everytime that I yell it they inhale much better
(Yeah) I’m a breathe of fresh air, nigga
Never compare to them label-made wear niggas
I don’t sell crack and I don’t shoot cops
I just spit from the heart: this is true hip-hop
(Listen) Look, now I am not the next Biggie, I’m not the next Jay
I’m not the next Nas, I am the first Wale
I’m not Kanye, I am not Lupe, though admire all rhymers, I can only do me
I’m not Cool James though the ladies love a youngin'
Stomach crunching is nothing but it’s something I don’t fuck with
…aww fuck it I’m stuntin' out in public
Purple Label attire while my denim’s
I got love for my brothers in the under-ground
But my sound more comparable to thunder (yes)
I admire great artist so I be in the for a auto-
Graph, I am awesome
Y’all on behalf of the game my gotta change cause my flow out of order
All this cordial acknowledgement by the audiences cause the flow so omnipotent
They say I’m not «it» cause I don’t wear sweats
And Solbiato to death, I’m sorry I’m not the rest
I’m a premium denim getter, limited kick kicker
Spit iller than niggas who feelin' they dealin' with us
And I’m lovin' it, everybody fake — go hard but don’t hardly go hard, none a bit
Let 'em wear the Coogi, my suit from the
Album on the air on by the end of this summer, uhh!
They the pseudo studio gangsters created by A&Rs, my nigga I’m the ancient
Diamond of rhymin', ruby the loose leaf
Sapphire of the rap style I’m the truth, please
Fossil of hip-hop, soul spittin' gospel
Meanwhile conduct more flow than a minstrel
And that’s dope — they rewind cause they love it
Unravel my rap sheets you can see the discovered