Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Coolest, artist - Lupe Fiasco.
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
The Coolest |
The coolest nigga, what? |
The coolest nigga, what? |
The coolest nigga, what? |
The coolest nigga, what? |
The coolest nigga, what? |
The coolest nigga, what? |
The coolest nigga, what? |
The coolest nigga, what? |
Lord please have sympathy |
And forgive my cool young history (Michael Young History) |
As… |
The coolest nigga, what? |
The coolest nigga, what? |
The coolest nigga, what? |
The coolest nigga, 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 law |
But she doesn’t see, therefore I spoil |
I trick, I fall, run up in raw |
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 with 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 |
A 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 could drink the tears from her eyes |
She’d teach my how to fly, even cushion my fall |
If my engines ever stall, and I plummet from the sky |
But she would keep me high, and if I ever die |
She would commission my image on her bosom, to him |
Or maybe she’d retire as well |
A match made in Heaven set the fires in Hell, and I’ll be And so began our reign |
The trinity, her and I can |
No weather man could ever stand where her and I came |
Hella hard, umbrella whatever, put plywood over Pella panes |
And pray to God that the flood subside |
'cause you’re gonna need a sub 'til 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 amongst the younger |
Outstanding achieving up-and-comers |
The ones that had dead-beat daddies, and well-to-do mamas |
But not well enough to keep 'em from us The ones that were, fighting in class, who might not pass |
Rap record pressured to laugh, at a life not fast |
Can you feel it?, that’s what I got asked |
Do I love her?, said I don’t know |
Streets got my heart, game got my soul |
One time missing sunshine will never hurt your soul |
Quote: To a crying dishonored baby mama |
Who’s the mama 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-haw'ed, right up in her face, G There’s more fish in the sea, I’m on my mission to be, be Come, these are the tales of The Cool |
Guaranteed to go and make you fail from your school |
And seek unholy grails like a fool |
And hang with the players of the pool, fast talking on the hustle |
No Heaven up above you, no Hell underneath you |
And nowhere will receive thee, so Shed no tear, when we’re not here |
And keep your faith, as we chase |
…The Cool |