2 year Throwback-wow! The Cool 2

Inspired by the track off of Lupe's Food and Liquor
I wondered what would happen after Micheal was shot-
so i imagined it-i wasn't to sweet then but i was ok...



THE COOL 2: by Ty Flippen aka MiMiK
(based on Lupe Fiasco's "The Cool")

...Twelve shots-had *NO EFFECT* on rejuvanate *FLESH*
and *EVEN AT BEST*-they couldn't graze a *HAIR ON HIS CHEST*
As if... he still *LAYED AT HIS REST*-Kinda *COMPLEX*,
but thats the *CONCEPT* of *CAUSE AND EFFECT*
...his pursuers dropped their rocks as they fled in *AMAZEMENT*
he was just *DAZIN*, pupils bout the size of a *RAISIN*
...thinkin bout the casket he *LAYED IN*-
jumped up pushed the shells of his *CHEST*
the drops like pendrops heard with a greater *EFFECT*
his *SENSES AT BEST*- reaction in *NOT EVEN A SEC*
...and every *STEP* made ~shockwaves~ absorb and *REFLECT*
-a look from his eyes could distort your whole *FUTURE*
or could delete your whole existance-trees he uproots *THEM*
punches from his enemies,he knew that he could use *THEM*-
so he saved their impact all a resort of his *CONCLUSION*
But the conclusion was only the begining of his *MOVEMENT*
unaffected from the shakes giving multiple *CONTUSIONS*
his chain was "rock steady"-like a ~comet~ it was *MOVIN*
broke off and hit ground-like some ~vomit~ it was *OOZIN*

(CHORUS)2x
[1x-(Im)] undefeated in the streets,
the boy is dope.
used to be so young,
just a boy with hope.
it took a lotta pain for this boy to grow, so,
life's spilled on the page.
just enjoy the show.
(end of CHORUS)

he veered its metallic remnants-the diamonds and the *RUBIES*
flowin down the curb like some lava in the *MOVIES*
his walk was really milky -tho he didnt *LACTOSE* (lack toes)
no chain,no shoes, but he didnt lack *CLOTHES*
JUST THE BEGINNIN OF IMPACT SAVED FOR A *RAINY DAY*
BUT HE STILL COULDN'T WIPE THE *RAIN AWAY*
FROM THE WINDOW PANE WHERE HE USED TO BLOW HIS *INDO*,
AND BECOME *INCOGNITO*,
BEFORE HIS LIFE WAS *FINITO*
HE WAS FAR MORE TALENTED THAN THE OWNERS OF THE BLOCKS HE *ROAMED*
HE HOPPED ON THE TRAIN WISHIN HE COULD FLOCK TO *ROME*
BUT HE HADN'T BEEN TRAINED HOW TO MOCK THE *GROWN*
CAUSE HE RAISED HIS SELF-SO THE JOURNEY *CONTINUES*
corner stores-asians and a few of dem *HINDUS*-were a few of the *VENUES*
marveling at his continuity could lead you *ASTRAY*
people ask him if he was born that way-like every *DAY*-
and he would *SAY*:

(CHORUS)2x
[1x-(Im)] undefeated in the streets,
the boy is dope.
used to be so young,
just a boy with hope.
it took a lotta pain for this boy to grow, so,
life's spilled on the page.
just enjoy the show.
(end of CHORUS)

"my father is death,and my mother is *NATURE*,
ima bastard times two with a *CONCENTRATER*"
*CONTEMPLATER*- only thought at *MOST*
a *living dead* human- all his thoughts like *GHOST*
kinda cocky in his steps- but why not *BOAST*
look at the big picture-he is the ~'seens'~ *SCENE*-
on top of the world like stars and *THINGS*
went to that reminiscent street of where he used to *BE*
and what did he *SEE*?
*COULD IT BE*?
- hermano-a *BROTHER*,of *MADRE*-a *MOTHER*,thru *PADRE*-a *FATHER*
but his father "didnt bother like "*BROTHER WITHOUT THE 'R'*"
they looked exactly *ALIKE*
exept his left hand was bones and his brothers was *RIGHT*
could this mean ~terror~ for the world that he *RULED*?
or could it mean ~error~ for the things he's *PROVED*?

(CHORUS)2x
[1x-(Im)] undefeated in the streets,
the boy is dope.
used to be so young,
just a boy with hope.
it took a lotta pain for this boy to grow, so,
life's spilled on the page.
just enjoy the show.
(end of CHORUS)

impossible in any *DREAM*-something that cant be *GLEAMED*
...him and his brother doing the exact same *THINGS*
but could it be a dream?..*I BETCHA*
closed his eyes-opened them to catchup on his *RETNA*
pictured the same as the last *GLANCE*-broke from the last *TRANCE*
*ENHANCED* his *CIRCUMSTANCE* just to make thing clear
with the *INTELLECT* of *DEATH* and the movement of *NATURE*-
his heart became heavy with the weight of *LABUR* (labor)
heavy, so heavy *INFACT* -
that his mass would colapse like that hole thats *BLACK*
with an apple in his eye and a *seed* in his *THOUGHT*
every idea he had would breed and then ~*ROT*~
everything he once knew, was *SO EASY FORGOT*
still strollin thru his *BLOCK* with no reason to *STOP*
...like -umph-

(CHORUS)2x
[1x-(Im)] undefeated in the streets,
the boy is dope.
used to be so young,
just a boy with hope.
it took a lotta pain for this boy to grow, so,
life's spilled on the page.
just enjoy the show.
(end of CHORUS)








TO BE CONTINUED......



(updated 12/5/07 11:24 am)

~ancient wind blows