[Intro]
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The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what? [4x]
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[Chorus:]
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The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what?
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The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what?
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The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what?
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The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what?
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Lord please have sympathy
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And forgive my cool young history (Michael Young History)
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As...
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The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what?
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The coolest nigga, what? The coolest nigga, what?
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[Verse 1]
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I love the lord
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But sometimes it's like that I love me more
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I love the peace, and I love the war
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I love the seas, and I love the shore
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No love for no beach, baby that's law
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But she doesn't see, therefore I spoil
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I trick, I fall, run up in raw
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I love her with all my heart
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Every vein, every vessel, every bullet lodged
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With every flower that I ever took apart
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She said, that she would give me greatness, status, placement
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Above the others, my face with grace covers of the magazines
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Of the hustlers, paper, the likes of which
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That I had never seen, her eyes glow green
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With the logo of our dreams, the purpose of our scene
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A obscene obsession for the bling
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She would be my queen, I could be her king, together
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She would make me cool, and we would both rule, forever
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And I would never feel pain
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And never be without pleasure, ever, again
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And if the rain stops, and everything's dry
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She would cry, just so I could drink the tears from her eyes
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She'd teach my how to fly, even cushion my fall
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If my engines ever stall, and I plummet from the sky
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But she would keep me high, and if I ever die
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She would commission my image on her bosom, to him
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Or maybe she'd retire as well
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A match made in Heaven set the fires in Hell, and I'll be
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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And so began our reign
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The trinity, her and I can
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No weather man could ever stand where her and I came
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Hella hard, umbrella whatever, put plywood over Pella panes
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And pray to God that the flood subside
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'cause you're gonna need a sub 'til he does reply
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And not one of Jared's, you think it's all arid
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And everything's irie, another supply
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That means another July inside my endless summer
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That was just the eye of the Unger
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Felix, 'cause he is the cleanest amongst the younger
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Outstanding achieving up-and-comers
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The ones that had dead-beat daddies, and well-to-do mamas
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But not well enough to keep 'em from us
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The ones that were, fighting in class, who might not pass
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Rap record pressured to laugh, at a life not fast
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Can you feel it? [echo], that's what I got asked
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Do I love her? [echo], said I don't know
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Streets got my heart, game got my soul
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One time missing sunshine will never hurt your soul
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Quote: To a crying dishonored baby mama
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Who's the mama to a daughter that I had fathered from afar
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My new lady gave me a Mercedes and a necklace
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With a solid gold key, like the starter of a car
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The opener of a door or two pounds of raw
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You gave me a baby, but what about lately?
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Then ha-ha-ha-ha-haw'ed, right up in her face, G
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There's more fish in the sea, I'm on my mission to be, be
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[Chorus]
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[Outro]
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Come, these are the tales of The Cool
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Guaranteed to go and make you fail from your school
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And seek unholy grails like a fool
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And hang with the players of the pool, fast talking on the hustle
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No Heaven up above you, no Hell underneath you
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And nowhere will receive thee, so
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Shed no tear, when we're not here
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And keep your faith, as we chase
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...The Cool
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The Coolest
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Lupe Fiasco |