A few examples show the lyrical prowess of Lupe Fiasco that is contained in The Cool.
That she would give me greatness
Placement above the others
My face would grace covers of the magazines of the hustlers
The likes of which that I have never seen
Her eyes glow green with the logo of our dreams
The purpose of our scene
An obscene obsession with the bling
She would be my queen, I could be her king
She would make me cool
And we would both rule
And I would never feel pain
And never be without pleasure
And if the rain stops, and everythings dry
She would cry
Just so I could 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 would keep me high
And if I ever die, she would commission monuments
So 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 nigga wha)"
- 'The Coolest'
"The struggle's little recruits
Cute, smile-less, heartless, violent
Childhood destroyed, devoid of all childish
Ways, can't write they own names
Or read the words that's on they own graves
Think you gangsta, popped a few rounds?
The kids'll come through and murder a whole town
Then sit back and smoke and watch it burn down
The grave gets deeper the further we go down"
- 'Little Weapon'
"To infinity and beyond
Something really stinks, but I Sphinx like Leon
Or lying in the desert
I'm flying on pegasus you're flying on the pheasant
Rider of the white powder, picker of the
fire flowers, spit hot fire like Dylon
on Chappelle's Skit
Yeah, smell it on my unicorn, snort the white
horse, but toot my own horn (sleep)"
- 'Dumb It Down'
The Cool may have gone underground, but it is not dead. The Cool cannot be killed, or ruled, or regulated. It has it's own mind.
"Man, did you listen to that cat's new album? The shit was practically marinated in The Cool."