Get Em High

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 Now, throw yo' mother- hands Get 'em high All the girls pass the - to yo' mother- man Get 'em high Now, I ain't never tell you to put down your hands Keep 'em high And if ya losin' yo', high then smoke again Keep 'em high Now, now, now, now, my flow is in the pocket like Wallace I got the bounce like hydraulics I can't call it, I got the swerve like alcoholics My freshman year I was goin' through hella problems 'Til I built up the nerve to drop my - up outta college My teacher said I's a loser, I told her, "Why don't you kill me? I give a f- 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 - flow will bash a skull And I will cut your girl like Pastor Tro And I don't usually smoke but pass the - And I won't give you that money that you askin' fo' Why you think me and dame cool? We a- That's why we here, your music in fast fo' 'Cause we don't wanna here that weak - no mo' Now, throw yo' mother- hands Get 'em high All the girls pass the - to yo' mother- man Get 'em high Now, I ain't never tell you to put down your hands Keep 'em high And if ya losin' yo' high then smoke again Keep 'em high Now, now, now, now, now (you've got mail) 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 bubbly At NYU but she hailed 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 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 'on'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 - all the time and get her high Yeah (ow!) I can't believe this - used my name for pickin' up dimes (get 'em high) But never mind, I need some tracks you tryin' to pull tracks out And my rhymes as fittin' to blow you, tryin' to blowbacks out (Get 'em high), well okay, you twisted my arm, I'll assist with the charm, ayo Ain't you meet that chick at that conference with yo' moms? (Get 'em high), and she's the bomb, boy, she got the bougie behavior Always got somethin' to say like a okay-player hater (Keep 'em high), anyway, I don't usually - with the interneter Chicks with birth control stuck to they arm like Nicolette You really - that much, you tryin' to get off cigarettes If she think it's fly, she ain't met a real - yet (no) I apologize if I come off a little inconsiderate I got the bubble cushion, a sister could get a hit of (yeah, yeah) 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 - quotes Real rappers is hard to find like a remote control, rap is not a Used soup it still got life, that's why I abuse you who are not thugs Rock clubs like Tiger Woods In the hood to have my own reality show Called Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, - in you You's a -, I got ones that are thicker than you How could I ever let yo' words affect me? They say hip-hop is dead, I'm here to resurrect me Mosh is 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' 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 - with a loose nut Video hard to watch like Medusa Even your club record need a booster Chimped up, with a pimp cup, illiterate - Read the infrared across yo' head, I'm bread king like Simba Bolder than Denver, I ain't a mad rapper, just a MC with a temper You dancin' for money like honey (get 'em high), I did this my way So when the industry crash, I survived like Kanye (all the girls pass the - to yo' mother- man) (get 'em high) Spittin' through wires and fires, MCs retirin' Got yo' hands up, get them mother- higher, then (now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands) Keep 'em high And if ya (get 'em high, yeah) losin' yo' high then smoke again Keep 'em high Your mother- hand, get 'em high, uh-uh, uh-uh Gonna keep 'em (keep 'em high) Keep 'em high, keep 'em high, uh-uh Keep 'em high