Get Em High Lyrics - Kanye West

1 '''Kanye West:'''

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

3 Uh, I'm trying to catch the beat

4 I'm trying to catch the beat

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

6 N-now, th-th-throw your motherfuckin' hands, get 'em high

7 All the girls pass the weed to your motherfuckin' man, get 'em high

8 Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands, keep 'em high

9 And if you're losin' your high then smoke again, keep 'em high

10 N-n-n-now, my flow is in the pocket like wallets, I got the bounce like hydraulics

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

12 My freshman year I was going through hella problems

13 Till I built up the nerve to drop my ass up out of college

14 My teacher said I's a loser, I told her, "Why don't you kill me?"

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

16 My heart, and if you follow the charts or the plaques or the stacks

17 You ain't gotta guess who's back, you see

18 I'm so shy that you thought I was bashful

19 But this bastard's flow will bash your skull

20 And I will, cut your girl like Pastor Tro'

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

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

23 Why you think me and Dame cool? We assholes

24 That's why we hear your music in fast forward

25 'Cause we don't wanna hear that weak shit no mo'

26 N-now, th-th-throw your motherfuckin' hands, get 'em high

27 All the girls pass the weed to your motherfuckin' man, get 'em high

28 Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands, keep 'em high

29 And if you're losin' your high then smoke again, keep 'em high

30 '''Kanye West and Sumeke Rainey:'''

31 N-n-n-n-n-now who the hell is this, e-mailing me at 11:26?

32 Telling me that she 36-26, plus double-d

33 You know how girls on Black Planet be when they get bubbly

34 At NYU but she hail from Kansas

35 Right now she just lamping, chilling on campus

36 Sent me a picture of her feelin' on Candice

37 Who said her favorite rapper was the late great Francis

38 W-H-I-T-E, it's getting late mami

39 Your screen saver say tweet, so you got to call me

40 And bring a friend for my friend, his name Kweli

41 (You mean Talib? Lyrics sticks to your rib)

42 I mean, (That's my favorite CD that I play at my crib)

43 I mean, (You don't really know him, why is you lyin'?)

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

45 She gon' think that I'm lyin', just spit a couple of lines

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

47 '''Talib Kweli and Common:'''

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

49 But never mind, I need some tracks, you tryin' to pull tracks out

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

51 Well okay, you twisted my arm, I'll assist with the charm

52 Ayo, ain't you meet that chick at that conference with your moms?

53 And sister's the bomb, boy she got the bougie behavior

54 Always got something to say like a okay playa hater, yeah

55 Anyway, I don't usually fuck with the Internet

56 Or chicks with birth control stuck to they arm like Nicorette

57 You really fuckin' that much or trying to get off cigarettes?

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

59 Now I apologize if I come off a little inconsiderate

60 I got the bubba kush and a sister could get a hit of it (Yo, yo)

61 '''Common:'''

62 Get 'em high like noon or the moon

63 Or a room filled with smoke, a hype filled with dope

64 Y'all assumed I was doomed, out of tune

65 But I still filled the notes with real nigga quotes

66 Real rappers is hard to find, like a remote

67 Control rap is out of

68 Used to, but still got love

69 That's why I abuse you who are not thugs, rock clubs like Tiger

70 Woods in the hood, to have my own reality show, called Soul Survivor

71 I stole on liver, niggas than you

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

73 How could I ever let your words affect me?

74 They say hip hop is dead, I'm here to resurrect me

75 Marsha's too sexy to even make songs like these

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

77 Too many featured emcees, and producers is popular

78 Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to coppin' a

79 Album, how come? You the hot garbage of

80 The year's clear your image and snooped up

81 Label got you souped up, tellin' you you sick

82 When you a dick with a loose nut

83 Video hard to watch like Medusa

84 Even your club record need a booster

85 Chimped up, with a pimp cup, illiterate nigga

86 Read the infra-red across your head, I'm bred king like Simba

87 Bolder than Denver, I ain't a Madd Rapper, just an emcee with a temper

88 You dancing for money like Honey, I did this my way

89 So when the industry crash, I survive like Kanye

90 Spittin' through wires and fires, emcees retirin'

91 Got your hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then

92 '''Kanye West:'''

93 N-now, th-th-throw your motherfuckin' hands, get 'em high (Yeah)

94 All the girls pass the weed to your motherfuckin' man, get 'em high

95 Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands, keep 'em high

96 And if you're losin' your high then smoke again, keep 'em high