Shuffle Song Of The Day (4/6/18): “The Cool” By Lupe Fiasco

“The Cool” is a song by Chicago rapper Lupe Fiasco from his 2006 debut studio album Food and Liquor. I’ve always been a huge fan of storytelling rap, and this one tells a hell of a story. The song tells the tale of a gangster who comes back to life after he was shot to death 6 months earlier. He climbs out of his grave and returns back to his hood, only to see that nobody recognizes or respects him. Lupe Fiasco has always been consistent as a rapper, and I’ll never understand why his name seems to be forgotten by a lot of critics. Food and Liquor is one of the best debut rap albums ever, and now that I’m thinking about it, I’ll probably do a list of my favorite debut rap albums soon. Thanks for warning Lupe. and I’ll try to be careful while chasing the cool to avoid getting shot in the face.

Favorite Lyric(s)

He came back in the same suit that he was buried in,
Similar to the one his grandfather was married in

And the bullets from his enemies sat like two inches behind it,
Smell the Hennessey from where his niggas got reminded,
And poured out liquor in his memory, he didn’t mind it,
But, he couldn’t sip it fast enough,
So the liquor was just filling the casket up,
Floating down by his feet was the letter from his sister,
Second-grade handwriting, simply read, “I miss ya”,
Suit-jacket pocket held his baby daughter’s picture,
Right next to it, one of his men stuck a swisha,
He had a notion as he lay there soaking,
He saw that the latch was broken, he kicked his casket open

This life goes passing you by,
It might go fast if you lie,
You’re born, you live, then you die,
Oh, oh, oh, oh,
If life goes passing you by,
Don’t cry,
If you’re breaking the rules,
Making your moves,
Paying your dues,
Chasing the cool,

He used his mouth as a shovel to try and hollow it,
And when he couldn’t dirt-spit, he swallowed it, working like a,
Hmmm reverse archaeologist

Matter of fact, the only thing on his brain was brains,
Yeah, and getting back in his lane, doing his thang,
First he had to find something to slang,
Next stop was his block, it had the same cops,
He walked right past the same spot where he was shot,
Shocked, and some little niggas tried to sell him rocks,
It just felt weird, being on the opposite,
They figured that he wasn’t from there so they pulled out,
And robbed him with the same gun they shot him with,
They put it to his head and said, “You’re scared, ain’t cha?”,
He said, “Hustla for death, no heaven for a gangsta”

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