Get Em High
I'm trying to catch the beat, uhI'm trying to catch the beatI'm trying to catch the beat, uh uh, uhI'm trying to catch the beat
Now, throw your motherfucking handsGet 'em highAll the girls pass the weed to your motherfucking manGet 'em highNow I ain't never tell you to put down your handsKeep 'em highAnd if your losing your high then smoke againKeep 'em high
Now, my flowIs in the pocket like wallets, I got the bounce like hydraulicsI can't call it, I got the swerve like alcoholicsMy freshman year I was going through hella problems'Til I built up the nerve to drop my ass up outta collegeMy teacher said I'm a loser, I told her why don't you kill meI give a fuck if you fail me, I'm gonna follow my heart,And if you follow the charts, or the plaques or the stacksYou ain't gotta guess who's backYou see I'm so Chi that you thought it was bashfulBut this bastard's flow will bash a skullAnd I will cut your girl like Pastor TroyAnd I don't usually smoke but pass the 'droAnd I won't give you that money that you asking forWhy 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 handsGet 'em highAll the girls pass the weed to your motherfucking manGet 'em highNow I ain't never tell you to put down your handsKeep 'em highAnd if your losing your high then smoke againKeep '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 DYou know how girls on black planet be when they get bubblyAt NYU but she hail from Kansas, right now she just lampin, chilling on campusSent me a picture with her feeling on CandiceWho said her favorite rapper was the late great FrancisW-H-I-T, it's getting late mami, your screen saver say tweetSo you got to call me, and bring a friend for my friendHis 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 lineShe's gonna think that I'm lying, just spit a couple of linesThen 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 dimesBut never mind, I need some tracks you trying to pull tracks outAnd my rhymes is finna blow you trying to blow backs outWell OK, you twisted my arm, I'll assist with the charm, ayoAin't you meet that chick at that conference with your mom?She's the bomb, but she got the bougie behaviorAlways got something to say like an OK player haterAnyway, I don't usually fuck with the InternetOr chicks on birth control stuck to they arm like NicoretteYou really fucking that much, you trying to get off cigarettesAnd she think it's fly, she ain't met a real nigga yetI apologize if I come off a little inconsiderateI 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 smokeA high filled with dopeYou all assumed I was doomed, out of tune, but I still feel the notesThe real nigga quotesReal rappers is hard to find like a remote controlRap is not a used to but still got loveThat's why I abuse you who are not thugsRock clubs, it's like Tiger Woods in the hood, to have my own reality showCalled Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, niggas in youYou's a bitch I got ones that are thicker than youHow could I ever let your words affect me, they say Hip-Hop is deadI'm here to resurrect me, mosh is too sexy to even make songs like theseThat's why the raw don't know your name, like Alicia KeysToo many featured MCs, and producers is popularTwelve thousand spins, nobody got to copping herAlbum, how come, you the hot garbage ofThe year, It's clear your image is snooped upLabel got you souped up, telling you you're sickMan you a dick with a loose nutVideo hard to watch like MedusaEven your club record need a boosterChimped up, with a pimp cup, illiterate niggaRead the infra red across your head Imma bred King like SimbaBoulder then Denver, I ain't a Madd Rapper just a MC with a temperYou dancing for money like honey, I did this my waySo when the industry crash, I survive like KanyeSpitting through wires and fires, MCs retiringGot your hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then
Now, throw your motherfucking handsGet 'em highAll the girls pass the weed to your motherfucking manGet 'em highNow I ain't never tell you to put down your handsKeep 'em highAnd if your losing your high then smoke againKeep 'em high