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[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

[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

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