Kanye West
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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 motherf**kin hands GET EM HIGH All the girls pass the weed to ya motherf**kin 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 wallets
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 f**k 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 Troy 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' 'cause we don't wanna here that weak shit no mo'
[Chorus: Kanye West] N-now
th-th-through ya motherf**kin hands GET EM HIGH All the girls pass the weed to ya motherf**kin 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 hail 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
[Verse 3: Talib Kweli] Yeah I can't believe this nigga use my name for pickin up dimes but GET EM HIGH
I need some tracks you tryin to pull tracks out And my rhymes is fittin to blow you tryin to blow backs out Well ok
you twisted my arm
I'll asist with the charm
aiyyo Ain't you meet that chick at the conference wit ya mom? And she's the bomb
boy she got the bougeouis behavior Always got somethin to say like an okay playa hater Anyway
I don't usually f**k with the internet or chicks with Birth Controls stuck to they arm like Nicorette You really f**kin that much?
Or tryin to get off cigarettes? (And/If) 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 too but still got love
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 motherf**kers higher then
[Chorus: Kanye West] N-now
th-th-through ya motherf**kin hands GET EM HIGH All the girls pass the weed to ya motherf**kin 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
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 motherf**kin hands GET EM HIGH All the girls pass the weed to ya motherf**kin 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 wallets
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 f**k 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 Troy 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' 'cause we don't wanna here that weak shit no mo'
[Chorus: Kanye West] N-now
th-th-through ya motherf**kin hands GET EM HIGH All the girls pass the weed to ya motherf**kin 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 hail 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
[Verse 3: Talib Kweli] Yeah I can't believe this nigga use my name for pickin up dimes but GET EM HIGH
I need some tracks you tryin to pull tracks out And my rhymes is fittin to blow you tryin to blow backs out Well ok
you twisted my arm
I'll asist with the charm
aiyyo Ain't you meet that chick at the conference wit ya mom? And she's the bomb
boy she got the bougeouis behavior Always got somethin to say like an okay playa hater Anyway
I don't usually f**k with the internet or chicks with Birth Controls stuck to they arm like Nicorette You really f**kin that much?
Or tryin to get off cigarettes? (And/If) 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 too but still got love
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 motherf**kers higher then
[Chorus: Kanye West] N-now
th-th-through ya motherf**kin hands GET EM HIGH All the girls pass the weed to ya motherf**kin 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
