Propr lee - Talented lyrics
[INTRO: Propr Lee] Yea Uh Yea [VERSE 1: Propr Lee] My inner cortex is something like a machine Losers can't compete and these rookies not in my league And I've been known by prophets since twelve hundred two BC And I've arrived like they perceived High as f** smoking some lemon weed All I think I really need inside my limousine's A super thick bad b**h half black and Lebanese I like to represent my team wear my Letterman The devil outside of my door I might just let him in Levitate hop in that b**h and zoom And when I spot the money I chase it in high pursuit And I presume I'm flying inside of my hyper suit So you haters cannot keep up And your eye retina doesn't compute Good grief n***as sweeter than fruits Turn these b**hes brains into soup and then I scoop Now all these record labels they calling trying to recruit But I handle it smooth like a pool stick just awaiting my cue [HOOK: Propr Lee] Yea uh And I say that boy is talented, talented He manages Hard work and these b**hes some how he balances Yea And I say that boy is talented, talented He manages hard work [VERSE 2: Propr Lee] Dope lyrics spit until my molars missing High as f** I think I just swallowed a solar system Polar bear pissing I'm colder than snow crystals Flow different like theres a kink in my hose system My whole system really f**ing bizarre Hopped inside my car and my destinations the stars And I am too evolved that's why I do not get involved Cus I just want the paper like a artist preparing to draw I fix it all b**hes call me MacGyver Hotter than the fire and I never need a lighter Lighter on my feet than Ca**ius Clay fighting Brighter than a supernova exploding with lightening I'm enticing lyrically I am priceless Fly sh** like I'm licensed to be a pilot Icing on the f**ing cake when I'm writing But if I freestyle its a level five crisis [HOOK: Propr Lee] Yea uh And I say that boy is talented, talented He manages Hard work and these b**hes some how he balances Yea And I say that boy is talented, talented He manages hard work [Verse 3: Propr Lee] The sickest n***a alive I promise Sicker than liquor mixed with chicken fingers in vomit Someone call the doctor I probably spit up my tonsil Deeper than a fossil n***a I'm Mufasa I move faster to weed a true Rasta Higher than space my face like Chewbacca The world has acquired a taste for the new gospel And I am their leader this is Propr Pentecostal Propr the type to probably paint a Mona Lisa My b**h bad my baby my Mona Lisa Now all my broads are flawless ah Jesus Feeling Caesar swimming in gold pieces Et tu Brute n***as are so sneaky And we be focused on our cheese and our chi see Feed me beats and watch me leave the feces Deleting these lames at the game No cheat sheet [HOOK: Propr Lee] Yea uh And I say that boy is talented, talented He manages Hard work and these b**hes some how he balances Yea And I say that boy is talented, talented He manages hard work