Napoléon - Principles of Geometry, Vast Aire

Female 1: What does that mean

Male: I think we’ve just been marked for something

Female 2: Let me guess what it is

Female 1: He’s the one they want.

Why don’t we give them to them?

Well don’t give me that civilized look

Male: He came in here for help.

He’s gonna get all the help we can give him

Lazarus!

I smack MCs

When they try to post in my hood

I do this often because I guess it makes me feel good

Like Halle Berry

When Billy Bob popped her cherry

Life is beautiful

But at times it gets scary

And it’s hard to fight

Monsters at large at night

I am a god who protects

Synagogues

A temple is

The body the mind

Is the church

I’m holding adversity until my arms hurt

I’ll pick up all the pieces

You left such a mess

I’m Mr. Fantastic

You make my arms stretch

Just call me atlas because

I’ll lift all your pain

Until my back my neck

Then my shoulders strain

I do this all on purpose

I don’t need excuses

I squeeze the fruit of love

And you are the juices

And war there is no win

Everybody loses

You’ve got Lucifer in your ear

But you’ve the one who chooses

In this game of life

You better have some deuces

I heard that ace was cool

But over here he’s useless

I’ll pick up all the pieces

You left such a mess

I’m Mr. Fantastic

You make my arms stretch

I’ll let you see the maker

If you want to

The first step’s a doozy

That’s usual

The grass is green the sky is blue

This is critical

A purple cloud, sunset

Check the visual

As I arise as fire

In my eyes the darkness

Is all gone

The light

I can’t describe the air

Evaporates I start

To gravitate my bones

Start to shake as flesh

Regenerates

I come from the earth’s womb

I don’t need a tomb

All dogs go to heaven

If they lick my wounds

In nirvana there room for flowers to bloom

In hell there’s a mouth for souls to consume

Lazarus!

I’ll pick up all the pieces

You left such a mess

I’m Mr. Fantastic

You make my arms stretch