Get Em High Lyrics - Common

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 

keep 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 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 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 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' 

cuz we don't wanna here 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 

keep 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 

e-mailin me at 11: 26, tellin me that she 36-26, plus double-d 

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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 

yeah 

i can't believe this nigga use my name for pickin up dolls but 

nevermind, 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 

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 

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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