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Get Em High feat. Talib Kweli & Common
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Uh-uh, I'm tryna catch the beat
Uh, I'm tryna catch the beat
I'm tryna catch the beat, uh-uh, uh-uh
I'm tryna catch the beat
Now, throw yo' mother- hands
Get 'em high
All the girls pass the - to yo' mother- man
Get 'em high
Now, I ain't never tell you to put down your hands
Keep 'em high
And if ya losin' yo', high then smoke again
Keep 'em high
Now, now, now, now, my flow is in the pocket like Wallace
I got the bounce like hydraulics
I can't call it, I got the swerve like alcoholics
My freshman year I was goin' through hella problems
'Til I built up the nerve to drop my - up outta college
My teacher said I's a loser, I told her, "Why don't you kill me?
I give a f- if you fail me, I'm gonna follow
My heart, and if you follow the charts to the plaques or the stacks"
You ain't gotta guess who's back, you see?
I'm so shy that you thought it was bashful
But this - flow will bash a skull
And I will cut your girl like Pastor Tro
And I don't usually smoke but pass the -
And I won't give you that money that you askin' fo'
Why you think me and dame cool? We a-
That's why we here, your music in fast fo'
'Cause we don't wanna here that weak - no mo'
Now, throw yo' mother- hands
Get 'em high
All the girls pass the - to yo' mother- man
Get 'em high
Now, I ain't never tell you to put down your hands
Keep 'em high
And if ya losin' yo' high then smoke again
Keep 'em high
Now, now, now, now, now (you've got mail)
Who the hell is this?
E-mailin' me at 11:26, tellin' me
That she 36-26, plus double-d
You know how girls on Black Planet be
When they get bubbly
At NYU but she hailed from Kansas
Right now, she just lampin', chillin' on campus
Sent me a picture with her feelin' on Candice
Who said her favorite rapper was the late great Francis
W-H-I-T, it's gettin' 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, lyric sticks to your rib?
I mean, that's my favorite CD that I play at my crib
I mean, you don't really know him, why is you lyin'?
Yo Kwe', she 'on't believe me, please pick up the line
She gon' think that I'm lyin', just spit a couple of lines
Then maybe I'll be able to give her - all the time and get her high
Yeah (ow!)
I can't believe this - used my name for pickin' up dimes (get 'em high)
But never mind, I need some tracks you tryin' to pull tracks out
And my rhymes as fittin' to blow you, tryin' to blowbacks out
(Get 'em high), well okay, you twisted my arm, I'll assist with the charm, ayo
Ain't you meet that chick at that conference with yo' moms?
(Get 'em high), and she's the bomb, boy, she got the bougie behavior
Always got somethin' to say like a okay-player hater
(Keep 'em high), anyway, I don't usually - with the interneter
Chicks with birth control stuck to they arm like Nicolette
You really - that much, you tryin' to get off cigarettes
If she think it's fly, she ain't met a real - yet (no)
I apologize if I come off a little inconsiderate
I got the bubble cushion, a sister could get a hit of (yeah, yeah)
Get 'em high like noon or the moon
Or room filled with smoke, a high filled with dope
Y'all assumed I was doomed out of tune
But I still feel the notes, the real - quotes
Real rappers is hard to find like a remote control, rap is not a
Used soup it still got life, that's why I abuse you who are not thugs
Rock clubs like Tiger Woods
In the hood to have my own reality show
Called Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, - in you
You's a -, I got ones that are thicker than you
How could I ever let yo' 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 coppin' her
Album, how come you the hot garbager?
The years clear your image and snooped up
Label got you souped up, tellin' you, you sick
Man you a - with a loose nut
Video hard to watch like Medusa
Even your club record need a booster
Chimped up, with a pimp cup, illiterate -
Read the infrared across yo' head, I'm bread king like Simba
Bolder than Denver, I ain't a mad rapper, just a MC with a temper
You dancin' for money like honey (get 'em high), I did this my way
So when the industry crash, I survived like Kanye (all the girls pass the - to yo' mother- man) (get 'em high)
Spittin' through wires and fires, MCs retirin'
Got yo' hands up, get them mother- higher, then (now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands)
Keep 'em high
And if ya (get 'em high, yeah) losin' yo' high then smoke again
Keep 'em high
Your mother- hand, get 'em high, uh-uh, uh-uh
Gonna keep 'em (keep 'em high)
Keep 'em high, keep 'em high, uh-uh
Keep 'em high
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