The coolest niggah... what? [X16]    Lord please have sympathy, and forgive Michael Young History, as    The coolest niggah... what? [X4]       [Verse 1]   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 trip, I fall    run up and 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 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 him    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? [X8]    Lord please have sympathy,    And forgive Michael History as    The coolest niggah... what? [X4]       [Verse 2]   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 amongst 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? [X8]    Lord please have sympathy,    and forgive Michael History    The Coolest... what? [X4]       [Verse 3]   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 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]