Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rediscover Me, artist - Wale. Album song Best of So War, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.08.2012
Record label: Huslte team
Song language: English
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 |