Versuri 09. Get Em High

I'm tryin' to catch the beat 
I'm tryin' to catch the beat 
I'm tryin' to catch the beat 
I'm tryin' to catch the beat 
 
Now, throw 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 then smoke again 
Keep em high 
 
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 ass up outta college 
 
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 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 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 assholes 
That's why we here your music in fast fo' 
'Cuz we don't wanna here that weak shit no mo' 
 
Now, throw 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 then smoke again 
Keep em high 
 
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 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 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 
 
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 as fittin' to blow you, tryin' to blow backs out 
Well okay you twisted my arm, I'll assist 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 bougey behavior 
Always got somethin' to say like a okayplaya hater 
Anyway, I don't usually fuck with the interneter 
 
Chicks with birth control stuck to they arm like Nicolette 
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 doomed out of tune 
But I still feel the notes the real nigga 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, 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 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 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 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 mad rapper 
Just a emcee with a temper 
 
You dancin' for money like honey, I did this my way 
So when the industry crash, I survived like Kanye 
Spittin' through wires and fires, emcees retirin' 
Got yo hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then 
 
Now, throw 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 then smoke again 
Keep em high