Get 'Em High

The struggles prominent still feel the pressure that builds
The bottles bottomless
Bonded with my conglomerates modern minded an architect
Artisan with an honest breath
A man breaks
When he can't face the landscape with food on the fams plate
So stand straight
Build a fanbase that spans states
Love from a scarred heart faith in a handshake
It's genuine
If you fucking with a friend of mine
I'll minimize your enterprise
Never wise to sever ties better hide that bed of lies
Bet that I could recognize a devil in a fresh disguise
Second that I catch the eyes
They're trying to make my people less inclined to catch the sky
Why I slip the soul in every line and let it shine get em high

Throw ya mother fucking hands get em

This is a stick up
Y'all need to give up and start to lift up
And draft a picture
Having some vision
Sometimes it's looking like all of the passion is gone
I came to put a fire underneath the ass you sit on
Traveling through rhythms I'm here to rep the passionate ones
I never leave the pad I write on til I master the song
And we'll commence to kill emcees until the whackness is gone
I will remain with sporting and standing tall after the storm
Is over smash and get thrown out of the battlefield zone
There ain't no turning off my engine later after it's on
Maybe one day a younger army will come capture the throne
For now until that day approaches I won't pass the baton
They call me gab the gift of lyrical cataclysm
Who's never average with songs more like a savage with guns
Shooting the captions of the rapture that I have to perform
So all you rappers put your hands up its a massive stick up
Now get em high

Throw ya mother fucking hands get em
Get em high
Get em high
Get em high
Get em high