Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Napoléon, artist - Principles of Geometry. Album song Lazare, in the genre ЭлектроникаDate of issue: 04.11.2007
Record label: Tigersushi
Song language: English
Napoléon |
| 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 |