Kanye West Feat. Get Em' High lyrics

I'm tryin to catch the beat, uh<br />
I'm tryin to catch the beat<br />
I'm tryin to catch the beat, uh uh, uh<br />
I'm tryin to catch the beat<br />
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N-now, th-th-through ya motherfuckin hands<br />
GET EM HIGH<br />
All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man<br />
GET EM HIGH<br />
Now I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands<br />
KEEP EM HIGH<br />
And if ya losin yo high than smoke again<br />
KEEP EM HIGH<br />
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N-n-n-now, my flow<br />
Is in the pocket like wallets, I got the bounce like hydraulics<br />
I can't call it, I got the swerve like alchoooool-ics<br />
My freshman year I was goin through hell, a problem<br />
Still I, built up the nerve to drop my ass up outta collllllll-ege<br />
My teacher said I'se a loser, I told her why don't you kill me<br />
I give a fuck if you fail me, I'm gonna folllllllllll-ow<br />
My heart, and if you follow the charts, to the plaques or the stacks<br />
You ain't gotta guess who's back, you see<br />
I'm so shy that you thought it was bashfull but this<br />
Bastard's flow will bash a skull<br />
And I will, cut your girl like Pastor Troy<br />
And I don't, usually smoke but pass the 'dro<br />
And I won't, give you that money that you askin fo'<br />
Why you think, me and Dame cool, we assholes<br />
That's why we here your music and hit fast fo'<br />
'Cause we don't wanna here that weak shit no mo'<br />
<br />
N-now, th-th-through ya motherfuckin hands<br />
GET EM HIGH<br />
All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man<br />
GET EM HIGH<br />
Now I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands<br />
KEEP EM HIGH<br />
And if ya losin yo high than smoke again<br />
KEEP EM HIGH<br />
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N-n-n-n-n-now who the hell is this<br />
E-mailin me at 11 26, tellin me that she 36-26, plus double-d<br />
You know how girls on black planet be when they get bubolee<br />
At NYU but she hail from Kansas, right now she just lampin, chillin on<br />
Campus<br />
Sent me a picture with her feelin on Candice<br />
Who said her favorite rapper was the late great Francis<br />
W-H-I-T, it's gettin late mami, your screen saver say tweet<br />
So you got to call me, and bring a friend for my friend<br />
His name Kweli<br />
(You mean Talib, lyric sticks to your rib)<br />
I mean<br />
(That's my favorite CD that I play at my crib)<br />
I mean<br />
(You don't really know him, why is you lyin)<br />
Yo Kwe, she don't believe me, please pickup the line<br />

She gon' think that I'm lyin, just spit a couple of lines<br />
Then maybe I'll be able to give her dick all the time, and get her high<br />
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Yeah<br />
I can't believe this nigga use my name for pickin up dimes but<br />
GET EM HIGH, I need some tracks you tryin to pull tracks out<br />
And my rhymes as fittin to blow you tryin to blow back south<br />
Well ok, you twisted my arm, I'll asist with the charm, aiyyo<br />
Ain't you meet that chick at the conference wit ya mom?<br />
And she's the bomb, boy she got the boujI behavior<br />
Always got somethin to say like an okay playa hater<br />
Anyway, I don't usually fuck with the internet<br />
Birth Controls stuck to they arm like Nicorette<br />
You really fuckin that much, you tryin to get off cigarettes<br />
And she think it's fly, she ain't met a real nigga yet<br />
I apologize if I come off a little inconsiderate<br />
I got the bubble cushion a sister could get hit of it<br />
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Get em high like noon, or the moon or room filled with smoke<br />
A high filled with dope<br />
Y'all assumed I was doomed, out of tune, but I still feel the notes<br />
The real nigga quotes<br />
Real rappers is hard to find, like a remote, control rap is not a<br />
Used too but still got love, that's why I abuse you who are not thugs<br />
Rock clubs, it's like Tiger, Woods in the hood, to have my own reality show<br />
Called Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, niggaz in you<br />
You'se a bitch I got ones that are thicker than you<br />
How could I ever let your words affect me, they say Hip-Hop is dead<br />
I'm here to resurrect me, mosh is to sexy to even make songs like these<br />
That's why the braud don't know your name, like Alicia Keys<br />
To many featured emcees, and pro-ducers is popular<br />
Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to coppin the<br />
Album, how come, you the hot garbager<br />
The years clear your image and snooped up<br />
Label got you souped up, tellin you you sick<br />
Man you a dick with a loose nut<br />
Video hard to watch like Medusa<br />
Even your club record need a booster<br />
Chimped up, with a pimp cup, illiterate nigga<br />
Read the infa, red across your head I'm bread king like Simba<br />
Bolder then Denver, I ain't a Madd Rapper just a MC with a temper<br />
You dansin for money like honey, I did this my way<br />
So when the industry crash, I survive like Kanye<br />
Spittin through wires and fires, MC retirin<br />
Got yo hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then<br />
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N-now, th-th-through ya motherfuckin hands<br />
GET EM HIGH<br />
All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man<br />
GET EM HIGH<br />
Now I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands<br />
KEEP EM HIGH<br />
And if ya losin yo high than smoke again<br />
KEEP EM HIGH