Here comes a lower east side icon
In a futuristic war zone
yeah I'm in thre role of Napoleon
Got a black bra
I got bullet holes in 'em
I'm making up a freak mythology
to the Marvin Gaye anthology
I look about
I shout at the wind
I have a vow of ambition
hit from within
Spiking stars to the master mortified
I stake a case
My trace is dignified
Like a Robert de Niro taxi-drive
"You talkin' to me?"
this is the after-life
I shoot up and I make a stand
I live on a distant magic contraband
I cause ships to collide
as fates inspired
Eat my stutter! enemies are tried
that relied on my stark existence
I study my disciples from a distance
So exotic
you think of an erotic, despotic
and then you lost it
for a clockwork incarnation
clocking like a morphne addiction
lyrics to cast my mind as a demon
but I don't care
I know that I'm screaming with meaning
and turning it into feelings
and conditions with precise insanity
you are my fatal vanity

Keep it strong
where did we go wrong
where the morning star is belongs

The trap was set the mood turned sour
I looked at the clock I got a surge of power
like a Wolf in a cage,in a rage I made the stage
got a tell to tell you from another age
about a lower east side icon
with a source that he can rely on
Out on the street
my mind was on fire
I'm the mother-fucking messiah
into my mind shot pools of ash
I took it to the lash
great time the healer
magnificent liar
my breath is your life
my death your desire

and now the enemy is too late
with the eight i beat it straight
they took the bait
I had the lucky dip in my cloak
I needed dope instead I got coke
then I had to re-encounter the source
at the morgue of the force
showing no remorse
police arrest i didn't go silent
I took one out
and then I got violent
they were checking my veins for lechery
but I got words
like magnetic weaponry
launching into outer space orbit
I balanced the force
and then I debauched it
so the authorities had to let me ride
back to the source on the lower east side

I escaped at an angle
not many can understand
Mephistopheles the sadistic brand
of deviance
at convenience
of the majesties
it was brilliance

Lyrics submitted by sepultura1987

Napoleon song meanings
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