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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [Lupe Fiasco]The Cool |
| home : | http://chriskwon.hihome.com |
[Talking] Yeah... Yeah... the cool. Ä§ÂøÇÏ°Ô Turn me up º¼·ý ³ô¿© uh-huh.. yeah.. He came back ±×°¡ µ¹¾Æ¿Ô¾î In the same suit that he was buried in ¶¥¿¡ ¹¯Èú ¶§ ÀÔ¾ú´ø ¿ÊÀ» ±×´ë·Î ÀÔ°í Similar to the one his grand father was married in ÇҾƹöÁö°¡ °áÈ¥ÇÒ ¶§ ÀÔ¾ú´ø ¿Ê°ú ºñ½ÁÇÑ °É·Î Yes... he was still fresh to death ±×·¡.. ¾ÆÁ÷µµ Á×µµ·Ï ¸ÚÁ³Áö bling, two ear-rings, a chain laying on his chest º¸¼®¿¡, ±Í°ÉÀÌ µÎ °³¿¡, °¡½¿±îÁö ³»·Á¿Â ¸ñ°ÉÀÌ He still had it cuz they couldn't find it ¾Æ¹«µµ ã¾Æ³»Áö ¸øÇؼ ¿ÂÀüÈ÷ ±×°¡ °¡Áö°í ÀÖ¾úÁö And the bullets from his enemies sat like two inches behind it ÀûµéÀÌ ½ú´ø ÃÑÀº °Å±â¼ 5cm Á¤µµ µÚ¿¡ ÀÚ¸®ÇØ smelled the Hennesy from when his niggas got reminded ±×ÀÇ Ä£±¸¸¦ »ý°¢ÇÏÀÚ Hennessey ³¿»õ°¡ ³ª¼ and poured out liquor in his memory, he didn't mind it, But... ±â¾ï ¼Ó¿¡¼ ¼úÀ» µû¶ú¾î, º°·Î ½ÈÁø ¾Ê¾ÒÁö, ÇÏÁö¸¸.. He couldn't sip it fast enough ¾Æ¹«¸® »¡¸® ¸¶¼Åµµ ÃæºÐÄ¡ ¾Ê¾Æ So the liquor was just filling the casket up ¼úÀº ´ÜÁö °üÀ» ä¿ö°¥»Ó floating down by his feet was the letter from his sister ¹ß °ç¿¡ ¶°´Ù´Ï´Â °ÍÀº ¿©µ¿»ýÀ¸·ÎºÎÅÍ ¿Â ÆíÁö Second Grade hand-writing simply read "I miss ya" ÃʵîÇб³ 2Çг⠰°Àº ±Û¾¾·Î "±×¸®¿ö"¶ó´Â ¸»¸¸ Suit jacket pocket held his baby daughter's picture Á¤Àå ÀÚÄÏ ÁÖ¸Ó´Ï¿¡´Â µþÀÇ »çÁøÀÌ ÀÖ¾î Right next to it one of his man's stuck a swisher ¹Ù·Î ±× ¿·¿£ ±â´ë°í ÀÖ´Â ±×ÀÇ Ä£±¸ He had a notion as he laid there soaking Ç« Á¥Àº »óÅ·Π´©¿î ä ±×´Â »ý°¢¿¡ Àá±â´Ù Saw that the latch was broken, he kicked his casket open °É¼è°¡ ºÎ·¯Áø °É º¸°í, °üÀ» ¹ß·Î Â÷ ¿¾ú¾î and he... ±×¸®°í ±×´Â... [Chorus] This life goes passing you by À̰ÍÀº ³Ê¸¦ Áö³ªÄ¡´Â »î It might go fast if you lie °ÅÁþ¸»À» ÇÏ¸é ´õ »¡¸® °¥Áöµµ ¸ð¸£Áö You go and you live then you die... ±×·¸°Ô »ì´Ù°¡ Á״°ÅÁö... O-oh-oh-ohh If life goes passing you by »îÀÌ ³Ê¸¦ Áö³ªÄ£´Ù¸é Don't cry ¿ïÁö¸¶ If you breaking the rules ¸¸¾à ±ÔÄ¢À» ¾î±â°í ÀÖ´Ù¸é Making your moves ÇÊ¿äÇÑ ÀÏÀ» Çϰí Paying your dues... ´ë°¡¸¦ Ä¡¸£°í... Chasing the cool Ä§ÂøÇØÁö·Á ¾Ö¾²°í ÀÖ´Ù¸é Not at all nervous as he dug to the surface ÀüÇô ±äÀåÇÏÁö ¾ÊÀº ä·Î ¶¥À¸·Î ÆÄ°í ¿Ã¶ó°¡ Tarnished gold chain is what he loosened up the earth with ´õ·´ÇôÁø ±Ý¸ñ°ÉÀÌ·Î ´Ü´ÜÇÑ ÈëÀ» Èð¾î¹ö¸®°í He used his mouth as a shovel to try and hollow it ÀÔÀ» »ðÀ¸·Î ½á ±¸¸ÛÀ» ¶Õ¾úÁö and when he couldn't dirt spit... swollowed it ÈëÀ» ¹ñ¾î³¾ ¼ö ¾øÀ» ¶©... »ïÄ×Áö Working like a.. hmm.. reverse archaeologist ¸¶Ä¡.. Èì.. °Å²Ù·Î µÈ °í°íÇÐÀÚó·³ ÀÛ¾÷À» Çß¾î *°í°íÇÐÀÚ´Â ¶¥À» ÆÄ°í ³»·Á°¡´Ï±î '°Å²Ù·Î µÈ'À̶ó°í Çϴ°ÅÁÒ. Except.. his buried treasure was sunshine ÇÑ °¡Áö.. ±×ÀÇ º¸¹°Àº ÇÞºûÀ̾ú´Ü °Í So when some shined through a hole that he had drove °Ü¿ì°Ü¿ì ¶Õ¾î³½ ±¸¸ÛÀ¸·Î ºñÄ£ ºûÀº it reflected off the gold and almost made son blind Ȳ±Ý¿¡ ¹Ý»çµÇ¾ú°í, °ÅÀÇ ´«ÀÌ ¸Ö Á¤µµ·Î ºû³µÁö He grabbed on to some grass, he climbed Ç®À» Àâ°í¼´Â, °Ü¿ì ¿Ã¶ó¿Í Pulled himself up out of his own grave and looked at the time ÀÚ½ÅÀÇ ¹«´ý¿¡¼ ºüÁ®³ª¿Í ½Ã°è¸¦ ºÃ¾î On the watch that had stopped six months after the shots ÃѰÝÀü ÀÌÈÄ 6°³¿ù µ¿¾È ¸ØÃçÀÖ¾ú´ø °Í °°Àº ½Ã°è That had got him in the box wringing Henny out his socks ±× ÃѰÝÀüÀÌ ±×¸¦ ¿©±â¿¡ ÃĹھҳ×, Henny·Î Á¥Àº ¾ç¸»À» Â¥°í Figured it was hours because he wasn't older ±×¸® ³ªÀ̸¦ ¸ÔÁö ¾ÊÀº°É º¸°í ¸î ½Ã°£¸¸ Áö³ °É·Î »ý°¢ÇßÁö Used some flowers to brush the dirt up off his shoulders - so.. ²Éµé·Î ¾î±ú¿¡¼ ¸ÕÁö¸¦ Åаí - ÀÚ.. With a right hand that was all bones and no reason to stay »À¸¸ ³²Àº ¿À¸¥¼Õ, ¿©±â ÀÖÀ» ÀÌÀ¯´Â ´õ´Â ¾øÁö Decided to walk home ÁýÀ¸·Î °É¾î°¡±â·Î Çß¾î so he.. ±×·¡¼ ±×´Â.. [Chorus] He begged for some change to get him on a train ±âÂ÷¿¡ Ÿ±â À§ÇØ µ·À» ±¸°ÉÇß°í "Damn that nigga stank", is what they complained "Á¨Àå Àú³ð ³¿»õ Áöµ¶Çϱº"À̶ó°í »ç¶÷µéÀº ºÒÆòÇßÁö Tried to light the blunt but it burst into flames ¸¶¸®È³ª¿¡ ºÒÀ» ºÙÀÌ·Á°í ÇÏÁö¸¸ ±×³É ¼¼°Ô ºÒŸ¿Ã¶úÁö Caught the reflection in the window of what he became ±×·¯´Ù â¹®¿¡ ºñÄ£ ÀÚ½ÅÀÇ ¸ð½ÀÀ» º¸¾Ò¾î A long look... Wasn't shook, wasn't ashamed ¿ì¿ïÇÑ ¸ð½À... °Ì³ªÁöµµ, ºÎ²ô·´Áöµµ ¾Ê¾Ò¾î Matter fact only thing on his brain was brains.. yeah ½ÇÁ¦·Î ±×ÀÇ ¸Ó¸® ¼Ó¿¡¼ µ¹¾Æ°¡´Â °ÍÀº °èȹ.. ±×·¡ And getting back in his lane, doing his thang ´Ù½Ã ÀÚ½ÅÀÇ ³ë¼±À» µÇã¾Æ, ¿ø·¡ »ýȰ·Î µ¹¾Æ°¡´Â °Í First he had to find something to slang ¸ÕÀú Áñ±æ ¾àÀ» Á» ã±â·Î Çß¾î Next stop was his block ´ÙÀ½ Á¤°ÅÀåÀÌ ±×ÀÇ ±¸¿ªÀ̾ú³× It had the same cops ±×¶§¿Í °°Àº °æÂûÀÌ ÀÖ¾úÁö Walked right past the same spot where he was shot ÃÑ¿¡ ¸Â¾Ò´ø ÀÚ¸®¸¦ Áö³ªÃÄ °É¾î°¡ Shocked that some lil' niggas tried to sell him rocks Ãæ°ÝÀ̰Եµ ¾î¶² ³ðµéÀÌ ±×¿¡°Ô ÄÚÄ«ÀÎÀ» »ç¶ó°í ÇÏ´õ±º It just felt weird being on the opposite ¹Ý´ë ÀÔÀåÀÌ µÇ¾ú´Ù´Â °Ç Âü ÀÌ»óÇÑ ±âºÐÀÌ¾ß They figured that he wasn't from there ±×µéÀº ±×°¡ ±¸¿ª Ãâ½ÅÀÌ ¾Æ´Ï¶ó »ý°¢Çϰí so they pulled out and robbed him ÀÌÀü ÃѰÝÀü ¶§ »ç¿ëµÇ¾ú´ø with the same gun they shot him with °Í°ú °°Àº ÃÑÀ¸·Î ±×¸¦ ÅоúÁö Put it to his head and said "You scared ain't ya?" ¸Ó¸®¿¡ °Ü´©°í´Â ¸»ÇØ "°Ì¸Ô¾ú³Ä?" He said: "Hustler for death. No heaven for a gangsta." ±×´Â ¸»ÇßÁö: "Á×À» ¶§±îÁö °»½ºÅÍ´Ù. ³»°Ô õ±¹Àº ¾ø¾î." [Chorus] |
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