Mr.Hez - Footnotes Lyrics

(Ladies and gentlemen
I've found him
I want you to meet
The baddest motherf*cker in town
Right on, right on, right on
Go head, tell em)

Well, it's
Mister Mr. misses
Kiss ya split and hit
And never misses
From BX and beyond
And you know he
Grind like Clipse
Harvest mind eclipse

Reaping sown seeds
Like Coheed I cam Bria
Blind eyes tell no lies
I can't see her
Try eyes wide shut
And mask off
She sees a
Future
Past her present
Irrelevant
Murder many
A Broad while abroad
(I retract)

But my Edo Mami
Wet as Tsunami
Like its Fuji
She Fiji
We Fugees
In B-E-D
Ride her wave
Compress moan
Like Mp3
(On her knees so)

Praying To the dollar
Like Creflo
Pockets lite feet
Cause the funds
Nike check Low
Blind eyes lie
Time flies
When Respect go
Boy hold ya head low
Bow to the empo-rer
Empire on fire
State of mind like
"Crush, Kill, Destroy"
Sip lemon in the limelight
Vision from the blind
See future in my hindsight
Left-brained lyrics, boy
Better get ya mind right
Mine draw nines
Like art and design
Slice fissure, paint witcha
Make ya heart a design
Makin art outta articles
Turn ya party to particles
Metronome murderer
Merkin' many an emcee
Hotbox hype and
Ya gas is on empty
Fox News rules
Only politicking tragedy
Dead Prez rep
But pressing
To be a causality
Pressure pressing
My stressors
Stress is based
In duality
Time is lost
And love is sought
But causes
Hate to build in lonely
Sons and daughters
Men to die and
Wives to strip
For quarters
Live to die and
Die to live
Regardless

Slowing down my kicking like it's kung fu
But sock a nigga like soccer when I come through
Bend shorty back like contortions
I caution, a portion
Will force a coffin
I force the coughing
And oral faucet
(The gags is)
I sling ding
She sing in
In Wingdings
King Swing
Any slim ting
Be my plaything
Bag em and bury em
Kill the cat for curiosity

Rude brain food
Cool lame dude
Sync up
Ya synapse
Dopamine mean
This the reup
So relapse
An obscene scene
Yeah, they need that
And he this
The egress go
Sagittarian carrying
Planetarium so
I chibaku tensesi
Ya sensei
Boy, I'm mad-a rough
Ain't no amateur

Be the lead rock
When I roll
I avalanche
Meddle in metal
My medal special
I adamant
Up and at em'
The phantom assassin passing the masses
So fasten ya casket, a cannon of acid, I be
The captain of blasting
I ashen ya laughing
Of action, a classic
So ration ya sassing
I'm passing ya wagon
Jurassic a dragon
Refashion glasses
I flatten mansion
I'm rapping
I'm ranting
I'm building
I'm sanding
I'm scathing them
Breaking them
Making them dance
When I
Vomit a comet

So its
Hail Hez, Em-Ar or B.B.S.
Rudeboy come test
If ya need be checked
This is A.P.
Appear
Approach
Apologize
Still its pen-icide
Punish a peasant
And pulverize
Not Big Pun
But stick hun
Slay, when I lay
Select some and
Wreck them and
They on they way
No question
You aint gotta
A-S-K
The Emperor
Will enter
And end her
Make her say

(Ooh, and I like it)
And I make her say
(Ooh, and I like it)
And I make her say
(Ooh, and I like it )
And I make her say
(Ooh, and I like it)
That's what she says

Name rings bells
Like the postman
And if you jelly
Then you better
Bring the toast, man
Not once said
That I be the
G.O.A.T., man
But my hooves
Stay leaving
Footnotes, man
Oh man
Oh man
Oh man
(Ooh, and I like it)