I told one coat tailor to make me look like a legend and y'all still turned it into a height discourse. by Napoleon Bonaparte

Fine, laugh now; history still made me the headline and y'all the footnotes.

He marched fast, sure, but always in the direction of a better excuse.

The only thing he occupied permanently was the comment section of history.

You say that like every plan you made wasn't dressed as destiny and left at the wrong house.

That was one bad afternoon, not a personality.

Europe still talks about your ego like it was a marching column.

Madame, I conquered Europe and still couldn't get a peaceful conversation at home.

You called it a discourse; I called it a receipt from Waterloo.