Kanye West, Talib Kweli, Common - Get Em High lyrics

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

N now, th-th-throw your motherfuckin' hands
Get 'em high all the girls pass the weed
To your motherfuckin' man get 'em high
Now I ain't never tell you
To put down your hands keep 'em high
And if you're losin' your high
Then smoke again keep 'em high

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's 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
Or 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 askin' 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 mo'

N now, th-th-throw your motherfuckin' hands
Get 'em high all the girls pass the weed
To your motherfuckin' man get 'em high
Now I ain't never tell you
To put down your hands keep 'em high
And if you're losin' your high
Then smoke again keep 'em high

Now who the hell is this
Emailing me at 11: 26
Telling me that she thirty-six
Twenty-six 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 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 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? Lyrics stick to your rib
That's my favorite CD that I play at my crib
You don't really know him
Why is you lyin'?
Yo Kwe, she don'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 dick all the time and get her high, ow

I can't believe this nigga use my
Name for pickin' up dimes
But never mind, I need some tracks
You tryin' 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 fuckin' that much or
Tryna get off cigarettes?
If she think it's fly
She ain't met a real nigga yet
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 filled 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 clubs 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 "Hi!"p-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 too many featured MCs
And producers is popular
Twelve 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
Tellin' 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 infra- red across your head
I'm bred king like Simba
Bolder than Denver, I ain't a mad rapper
Just a MC with a temper
You dancin' for money like Honey
I did this my way
So when the industry crash
I survive like Kanye
Spittin' through wires and fires
MCs retirin' got your hands up, get
Them motherfuckers higher, then

N now, th-th-throw your motherfuckin' hands
Get 'em high all the girls pass the weed
To your motherfuckin' man get 'em high
Now I ain't never tell you
To put down your hands keep 'em high
And if you're losin' your high
Then smoke again keep 'em high