Get Em High (Feat. Talib Kweli & Common)

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 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 keem em high and if ya losin yo high than smoke again keep em high 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 alcholics my freshman year I was goin through hell a problem still I built up the nerve to drop my ass up outta college my teacher said I 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 shy that you thought it was bashful but this bastards 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 for why you think me and Dame cool we ass holes that's why we here your music in fast fo' cuz we don't wanna hear that weak shit no mo' 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 keem em high and if ya losin yo high than smoke again keep em high n n n n n now who the hell is this emailin 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 whit its 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 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 yeah I can't believe this nigga use my name for pickin up dimes get em high I need some tracks you tryin to pull tracks out and my rhymes as fittin to blow you tryin to blow backs out well ok you twisted my arm I'll asist with the charm aiyo ain't you meet that chick at that conference with yo moms and she's the bomb boy she got the bouji behavior always got somethin to say like a okayplaya hater anyway I don't usually fuck a interneter chicks with birth control stuck to they arm like Nicorette you really fuckin that much you tryin to 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 bubble cushion a sister could get a hit of it get em high like noon or the moon or room filled with smoke a high filled with dope y'all assumed I was domed 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 Alicia Keys too many featured emcees and producers is popular 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 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 illiterate nigga read the infa red across your head I'm bread king like SImba bolder than 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 then motherfuckers higher then 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 keem em high and if ya losin yo high than smoke again keep em high