Kanye West - Get Em High

I'm trying to catch the beat, uh

I'm trying to catch the beat

I'm trying to catch the beat, uh uh, uh

I'm trying to catch the beat

Now, throw your motherfucking hands

Get 'em high

All the girls pass the weed to your motherfucking man

Get 'em high

Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands

Keep 'em high

And if your losing your high then smoke again

Keep 'em high

Now, my flow

Is in the pocket like wallets, I got the bounce like hydraulics

I can't call it, I got the swerve like alcoholics

My freshman year I was going through hella problems

'Til I built up the nerve to drop my ass up outta college

My teacher said I'm a loser, I told her why don't you kill me

I give a fuck if you fail me, I'm gonna follow my heart,

And if you follow the charts, or the plaques or the stacks

You ain't gotta guess who's back

You see I'm so Chi that you thought it was bashful

But this bastard's flow will bash a skull

And I will cut your girl like Pastor Troy

And I don't usually smoke but pass the 'dro

And I won't give you that money that you asking for

Why you think me and Dame cool? We're assholes!

That's why we hear your music in fast forward

'Cause we don't wanna hear that weak shit no more

Now, throw your motherfucking hands

Get 'em high

All the girls pass the weed to your motherfucking man

Get 'em high

Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands

Keep 'em high

And if your losing your high then smoke again

Keep 'em high

Now who the hell is this?

E-mailing me at eleven twenty six, telling me that she thirty six-twenty six, plus double D

You know how girls on black planet be when they get bubbly

At NYU but she hail from Kansas, right now she just lampin, chilling on campus

Sent me a picture with her feeling on Candice

Who said her favorite rapper was the late great Francis

W-H-I-T, it's getting late mami, your screen saver say tweet

So you got to call me, and bring a friend for my friend

His name Kweli

(You mean Talib, lyrics stick to your rib)

I mean

(That's my favorite CD that I play in my crib)

I mean

(You don't really know him, why is you lying)

You Kwe, she don't believe me, please pick up the line

She's gonna think that I'm lying, just spit a couple of lines

Then maybe I'll be able to give her dick all the time, and get her high

Yeah, I can't believe this nigga use my name for picking up dimes

But never mind, I need some tracks you trying to pull tracks out

And my rhymes is finna blow you trying to blow backs out

Well OK, you twisted my arm, I'll assist with the charm, ayo

Ain't you meet that chick at that conference with your mom?

She's the bomb, but she got the bougie behavior

Always got something to say like an OK player hater

Anyway, I don't usually fuck with the Internet

Or chicks on birth control stuck to they arm like Nicorette

You really fucking that much, you trying to get off cigarettes

And she think it's fly, she ain't met a real nigga yet

I apologize if I come off a little inconsiderate

I got the bubble kush and a sister could get a hit of it

Get 'em high like noon, or the moon or room filled with smoke

A high filled with dope

You all assumed I was doomed, out of tune, but I still feel the notes

The real nigga quotes

Real rappers is hard to find like a remote control

Rap is not a used to but still got love

That's why I abuse you who are not thugs

Rock clubs, it's like Tiger Woods in the hood, to have my own reality show

Called Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, niggas in you

You's a bitch I got ones that are thicker than you

How could I ever let your words affect me, they say Hip-Hop is dead

I'm here to resurrect me, mosh is too sexy to even make songs like these

That's why the raw don't know your name, like Alicia Keys

Too many featured MCs, and producers is popular

Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to copping her

Album, how come, you the hot garbage of

The year, It's clear your image is snooped up

Label got you souped up, telling you you're sick

Man you a dick with a loose nut

Video hard to watch like Medusa

Even your club record need a booster

Chimped up, with a pimp cup, illiterate nigga

Read the infra red across your head Imma bred King like Simba

Boulder then Denver, I ain't a Madd Rapper just a MC with a temper

You dancing for money like honey, I did this my way

So when the industry crash, I survive like Kanye

Spitting through wires and fires, MCs retiring

Got your hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then

Now, throw your motherfucking hands

Get 'em high

All the girls pass the weed to your motherfucking man

Get 'em high

Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands

Keep 'em high

And if your losing your high then smoke again

Keep 'em high