Napoléon (feat. Vast Aire)

What does that mean I think we've just been marked for something Let me guess what it is. He's the one they want. Why don't we give them to them? Well don't give me that civilized look. 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 Barry 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