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RIP KOBE
I ran from my position
Started from the bottom
Never ran for politician
Me and all my potnas
Never ran from opposition
Multiple entendres
In the land of contradiction
Wisdom from my momma
I'm the man the goddess mentioned
Plot and Play with props
Till brothers pop up
Offering a proposition
Always got Propane to spark up
Gotta plan a proper entrance
My commitment raise the standards
All of Y'all been calling living
Gotta talk profane at potlucks
Food for thought
A fight forgiven
Hide they hand
But who'd've thought
They'd hide the stranded and the victims
Spied her man up on the web
Lurking with my spider senses
He don't know that I am him
That you invited and invented
They don't know I'm eyeing them
And this the sight that I envisioned
Like a ghost on the scene
could be anyone through my raps
But I chose to be me
Too much cap
In the rear view
It's nothing closer to see
Every lap that I steer through
Just Push me over the heat
On the map
Where my fear usually was only in g's
Us Christ fearing niggas
Getting close to the king
Babble on about our goals
Within the prose that we speak
Closing distance
On the end
What you propose that this means
All the questions open ended
And the hopelessness stings
Stolen victims won't forget
We get up close and convene
Solar systems don't begin
They either close or they cease
Showing symptoms of regret
We gone dispose of disease
Closer vision on the threat
A Microscope on the scene