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Kanye WestGet Em High (Album Version (Explicit))

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
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

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