Propr Lee - Talented Lyrics

Yea
Uh
Yea
My inner cortex is something like a machine
Losers can't compete and these rookies not in my league (Nah)
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 bitch half black and Lebanese (Yea)
I like to represent my team wear my Letterman (Uh huh)
The devil outside of my door I might just let him in (Uh huh)
Levitate hop in that bitch and zoom (Skrrt)
And when I spot the money I chase it in high pursuit (Yea)
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 niggas sweeter than fruits (Fruits)
Turn these bitches 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
Yea uh
And I say that boy is talented, talented, he manages
Hard work and these bitches somehow he balances
Yea
And I say that boy is talented, talented, he manages
Hard work
Dope lyrics, spit 'til my molars missing
High as f*ck, I think I just swallowed a solar system
Polar bear pissing I'm colder than snow crystals
Flow different like there's a kink in my hose system (Ah yea)
My whole system really f*cking bizarre (uh)
Hopped inside my car and my destinations the stars (Skrrt)
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, bitches call me MacGyver
Hotter than the fire and I never need a lighter (Uh)
Lighter on my feet than Cassius Clay fighting
Brighter than a supernova exploding with lightning (Goddamn)
I'm enticing lyrically I am priceless
Fly shit 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 (Yea)
Yea uh
And I say that boy is talented, talented, he manages
Hard work and these bitches somehow he balances
Yea
And I say that boy is talented, talented, he manages
Hard work
The sickest nigga alive I promise (Yea)
Sicker than liquor mixed with chicken fingers in vomit (Nasty)
Someone call the doctor I probably spit up my tonsil
Deeper than a fossil nigga I'm Mufasa
I move faster to weed a true Rasta (brrr)
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 (Amen)
Propr the type to probably paint a Mona Lisa
My bitch bad, my baby my Mona Lisa
Now all my broads are flawless, ah Jesus
Feeling like Caesar swimming in gold pieces
Et tu Brute, niggas 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
Yea uh
And I say that boy is talented, talented, he manages
Hard work and these bitches somehow he balances
Yea
And I say that boy is talented, talented, he manages
Hard work