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[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 B.C
And I’ve arrived like they perceived
High as fuck smoking some lemon weed
All I think I really need inside my limousine
Is a super thick bad bitch 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 bitch 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 niggas sweeter than 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
[HOOK: Propr Lee]
Yea uh
And I say that boy is talented, talented
He manages
Hard work and these bitches 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 fuck I think I just swallowed a solar system
Polar bear pissing I’m colder than snow crystals
Flow different like theirs a kink in my hose system
My whole system really fucking 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 bitches call me MacGyver
Hotter than the fire and I never need a lighter
Lighter on my feet than Cassius Clay fighting
Brighter than a supernova exploding with lightening
I’m enticing lyrically I am priceless
Fly shit like I’m licensed to be a pilot
Icing on the fucking cake when I’m writing
But if I freestyle its a level 5 crisis
[HOOK: Propr Lee]
Yea uh
And I say that boy is talented, talented
He manages
Hard work and these bitches some how he balances
Yea
And I say that boy is talented, talented
He manages hard work
[Verse 3: Propr Lee]
The sickest nigga 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 nigga 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 bitch bad my baby my Mona Lisa
Now all my broads are flawless ah Jesus
Feeling 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
[HOOK: Propr Lee]
Yea uh
And I say that boy is talented, talented
He manages
Hard work and these bitches some how he balances
Yea
And I say that boy is talented, talented
He manages hard work
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