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  Lupe Fiasco - The Coolest

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  The coolest niggah... what? [X16]

  Lord please have sympathy,

  and forgive My Cool Young History, as

  The coolest niggah... what?

  The coolest niggah... what?

  The coolest niggah... what?

  The coolest niggah... what?

  I love the Lord,

  But sometimes it's like that I love me more

  I love the peace

  And I love the war

  I love the seas

  and I love the shore

  No love for no beach

  baby, that's loyal

  But she doesn't see, therefore I spoil

  I trip, I fall

  run up and brawl.

  I love her, with all my heart

  Every vein, every vessel,

  every bullet lodged

  With every flower that I ever took apart

  She said - that she would give me greatness,

  status, placement above the others

  My face would grace covers

  of the magazines of the hustlers

  Paper, the likes of which that I had never seen

  Her eyes glow green with the logo of our dreams

  The purpose of our scene,

  The obscene obsession for the bling

  She would be my queen,

  I could be her king

  Together, she would make me cool

  and we would both rule, forever,

  And I would never feel pain

  and never be without pleasure, ever, again

  And if the rain stops,

  And everything's dry

  she would cry

  Just so I can drink the tears from her eyes

  She'll teach me how to fly

  Even cushion my fall

  If my engines ever stall

  and I plummet from the sky

  But she will keep me high

  And if I ever die

  She would comission my image on her bosom

  To hum

  Or maybe she'd retire as well

  A match made in Heaven set the fires in Hell

  and I'll be...

  The coolest niggah... what?

  The coolest niggah... what?

  The coolest niggah... what?

  The coolest niggah... what?

  The coolest niggah... what?

  The coolest niggah... what?

  The coolest niggah... what?

  Lord please have sympathy,

  And forgive My Cool Young History as

  The coolest niggah... what? [X4]

  The coolest niggah... what? [X4]

  The coolest niggah... what? [X4]

  The coolest niggah... what? [X4]

  And so began our reign

  The Trinity, her and I came

  No weather man could ever stand

  What her and I can

  Hella hard

  Umbrella, whatever,

  put plywood on propeller panes,

  And pray to God that the flood subside

  'cause you gonna need a sub till he does reply

  And not one of Jared's

  You think it's all arid

  and everything's irie

  Another supply

  That means another July

  Inside my endless summer

  That was just the eye of the Unger

  Felix, 'cause he is the cleanest among the

  Younger, outstanding achieving up-and-comers

  The ones that had deadbeat daddies

  and well to do mommas

  But not well enough to keep 'em from us

  The ones that were fightin' in class

  Who might not pass

  Rap record pressure to laugh

  and a life not fast

  "Can you feel it?"[echo]

  That's what I got asked

  "Do I love her?"[echo]

  I said I don't know

  Streets got my heart, Game got my soul

  One time's my sunshine will never hurt your soul

  Quote

  To a crying, dishonored baby momma

  Who's the momma to a daughter

  That I had fathered from afar

  My new lady gave me a Mercedes

  and a necklace with a solid gold key

  Like the starter of a car

  The opener of a door or two pounds of raw

  You gave me a baby, but what about lately?

  then ha-ha-ha-ha-ha'd

  Right up in her face, G

  There's more fish in the sea,

  I'm on my mission to be, be

  The Coolest niggah... what?

  The Coolest niggah... what?

  The Coolest niggah... what?

  The Coolest niggah... what?

  The Coolest niggah... what?

  The Coolest niggah... what?

  The Coolest niggah... what?

  Lord please have sympathy,

  and forgive My Cool Young History

  The Coolest... what?]

  The Coolest... what?]

  The Coolest... what?]

  The Coolest... what?]

  Come. These are the tales of The Cool.

  Guaranteed to make you go and fail from your school

  And seek unholy grails like a fool

  and hang with the players of the pool

  Fast talkin' on the hustle

  No Heaven up above you

  No Hell underneath ye

  and nowhere will recieve thee

  So.

  Shed no tear

  when we're not here

  and keep your faith,

  as we chase

  The Cool [echoes]

  The Cool [echoes]

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