Get Em High lyrics

Artist  : Kanye West 
Song : Get Em High
 


[Kanye West]
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
I'm tryin to catch
the beat

[Chorus: Kanye West]
N-now,
th-th-through ya motherfuckin hands
GET EM
HIGH
All the girls pass the weed to ya
motherfuckin man
GET EM HIGH
Now I ain't
never tell you to put down ya hands
KEEP EM
HIGH
And if ya losin yo high than smoke
again
KEEP EM HIGH

[Verse 1: Kanye
West]
N-n-n-now, my flow
Is in the pocket
like Wallace, I got the bounce like
hydrolics
I can't call it, I got the swerve
like alchoooool-ics
My freshman year I was
goin through hell, a problem
Still I, built up
the nerve to drop my ass up outta
collllllll-ege
My teacher said I'se a loser, I
told her why don't you kill me
I give a fuck if
you fail me, I'm gonna folllllllllll-ow
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 bashfull but this
bastard's
flow will bash a 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 fo'
Why you think,
me and Dame cool, we ask hoes
That's why we
here your music in fast fo'
Cuz we don't wanna
here that weak shit no mo'

[Chorus: Kanye
West]
N-now, th-th-through ya motherfuckin
hands
GET EM HIGH
All the girls pass the
weed to ya motherfuckin man
GET EM HIGH
Now
I ain't never tell you to put down ya
hands
KEEP EM HIGH
And if ya losin yo high
than smoke again
KEEP EM HIGH

[Verse 2:
Kanye West]
N-n-n-n-n-now 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 bubblee
At NYU
but she headed from Kansas, right now she just
lampin, chillin on
campus
Sent me a picture
with a 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 don't believe me,
please pickup 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

[Verse 3: Talib
Kweli]
Yeah
I can't believe this nigga use
my name for pickin up dolls but
GET EM HIGH, I
need some tracks you tryin to pull tracks
out
And my rhymes as fittin to blow you tryin
to blow back south
Well ok, you twisted my
arm, I'll asist with the charm, aiyyo
I though
you meet that chickit that got friends with yo
moms
And she's the bomb, boy she got the boujI
behavior
Always got somethin to say like a
bookee playa hater
Anyway, I don't usualy fuck
a interneter
Draws stuck to they arm like
Nicorette
You really fuckin that much, you
tryin to get off cigarettes
And she think it's
fly, she ain't met a real nigga yet
I
appoligize if I come off a little
inconsiderate
I got the bubble cushion a
sister could get ahead of it

[Verse 4:
Common]
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 nigga
quotes
Real rappers is hard to find, like a
remonte, control rap is not a
Used soup it
still got life, that's why I abuse you who are
not thugs
Rock clubs, it's like Tiger, Woods
in the hood, to have my own reality
show
Called Soul Survivor, I stole all liver,
niggaz in you
You'se 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, mosh is to 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
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 dick with a loose
nut
Video hard to watch like Medusa
Even
your club record need a booster
Chimped up,
with a pimp cup, illeaterate nigga
Read the
infa, red across your head I'm bread king like
Simba
Bolder then Denver, I ain't a Madd
Rapper just a emcee with a temper
You dansin
for money like honey, I did this my way
So
when the industry crash, I survive like
Kanye
Spittin through wires and fires, emcees
retirin
Got yo hands up, get them
motherfuckers higher then

[Chorus: Kanye
West]
N-now, th-th-through ya motherfuckin
hands
GET EM HIGH
All the girls pass the
weed to ya motherfuckin man
GET EM HIGH
Now
I ain't never tell you to put down ya
hands
KEEP EM HIGH
And if ya losin yo high
than smoke again
KEEP EM HIGH