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propr lee – talented lyrics

[intro]
yea uh
yea

[verse 1]
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 b.c
and i’ve arrived like they perceived
high as f-ck smoking some lemon weed
and all i think i really need inside my limousines’
a super thick bad b-tch 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-tch 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-ggas sweeter than fruits
turn these b-tches 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

[chorus]
yea uh
and i say that boy is talented, talented, he manages
hard work and these b-tches somehow he balances
yea
and i say that boy is talented, talented, he manages
hard work

[verse]
dope lyrics spit ’til my molars missing
high as f-ck i think i just swallowed a solar system
polar bear p-ssing i’m colder than snow crystals
flow different like there’s a kink in my hose system
my whole system really f-cking bizarre
hopped inside my car and my destinations the stars
and i am too evolved that’s why i do not get involved
’cause i just want the paper like a artist preparing to draw
i fix it all b-tches call me macgyver
hotter than the fire and i never need a lighter
lighter on my feet than c-ssius clay fighting
brighter than a supernova exploding with lightning
i’m enticing lyrically i am priceless
fly sh-t like i’m licensed to be a pilot
icing on the f-cking cake when i’m writing
but if i freestyle it’s a level five crisis

[chorus]
yea uh
and i say that boy is talented, talented, he manages
hard work and these b-tches somehow he balances
yea
and i say that boy is talented, talented, he manages
hard work

[verse 3]
the sickest n-gga 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-gga i’m mufasa
i move faster to weed a true rasta
higher than sp-ce my face like chewbacca
the world has acquired a taste for the new gospel
and i am their leader this is propr pentecostal (amen)
propr the type to probably paint a mona lisa
my b-tch bad my baby my mona lisa
now all my broads are flawless ah jesus
feeling like caesar swimming in gold pieces
et tu brute n-ggas 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

[chorus]
yea uh
and i say that boy is talented, talented, he manages
hard work and these b-tches somehow he balances
yea
and i say that boy is talented, talented, he manages
hard work

- propr lee lyrics

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