Get Em High

Uh-uh, I'm tryin to catch the beat
Uh, I'm tryin to catch the beat
I'm tryin to catch the beat, uh-uh, uh-uh
I'm tryin to catch the beat

N-now, th-th-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 you're losing your high, then smoke again
Keep 'em high (n-n-n-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 out of college
My teacher said I was 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, to the plaques or the stacks
You ain't gotta guess who's back, you see

I'm so Chi that you thought I was bashful
But this bastard's flow will bash your skull
And I will, cut your girl like Pastor Tro'
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 assholes
That's why we hear your music and fast forward
'Cause we don't wanna hear that weak shit no more

N-now, th-th-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 you're losing your high, then smoke again
Keep 'em high (n-n-n-n-now)

N-now who the hell is this
E-mailing me at 11:26
Telling me that she 36-26, 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 lamping, 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? 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 lying?)

Yo Kwe, she don't believe me, please pick up the line
She gon' 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) ow

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, okay, you twisted my arm, I'll assist with the charm
Ayo, ain't you meet that chick at that conference with your moms?
Her sister the bomb, but she got the bougie behavior
Always got something to say like a OkayPlayer-hater
Anyways, I don't usually fuck with the Internet

Or chicks with birth control stuck to they arm like Nicorette
You really fucking that much or trying to get off cigarettes
If she think it's fly, she ain't met a real nigga yet (no)
I apologize if I come off a little inconsiderate
I got the Bubba Kush and her sister could get a hit of it, yeah

Get 'em high like noon, or the moon or a room filled with smoke
A hype-filled with dope
Y'all assumed I was doomed, out of tune, but I still fill the notes
With real nigga quotes
Real rappers is hard to find, like a remote, control rap is out of
Used to, but still got love, that's why I abuse you who are not thugs

Rock club like Tiger Woods in the hood
Should have my own reality show called "Soul Survivor"
I stole on live-er niggas than 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
Marsha's too sexy to even make songs like these
That's why the raw don't know your name, like Alicia Keys
To many featured emcees, and pro-ducers is populer
12 thousand spins, nobody got to coppin' a
Album, how come you the hot garbage of

The year? It's clear your image is looped up
Label got you souped up, telling you you sick
When 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 infa-red across your head, I'm bred king like Simba

Bolder than Denver, I ain't a mad rapper just a emcee 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, emcees retiring
Got your hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then

N-now, th-th-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 you're losing your high, then smoke again
Keep 'em high