*featuring Talib Kweli, Common
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[Kanye West]
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I'm tryin to catch the beat, uh
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I'm tryin to catch the beat
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I'm tryin to catch the beat, uh uh, uh
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I'm tryin to catch the beat
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[Chorus: Kanye West]
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N-now, th-th-through ya motherfuckin hands
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GET EM HIGH
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All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man
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GET EM HIGH
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Now I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands
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KEEP EM HIGH
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And if ya losin yo high than smoke again
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KEEP EM HIGH
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[Verse 1: Kanye West]
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N-n-n-now, my flow
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Is in the pocket like wallets, I got the bounce like hydrolics
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I can't call it, I got the swerve like alchoooool-ics
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My freshman year I was goin through hell, a problem
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Still I, built up the nerve to drop my ass up outta collllllll-ege
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My teacher said I'se a loser, I told her why don't you kill me
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I give a fuck if you fail me, I'm gonna folllllllllll-ow
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My heart, and if you follow the charts, to the plaques or the stacks
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You ain't gotta guess who's back, you see
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I'm so shy that you thought it was bashfull but this
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bastard's flow will bash a skull
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And I will, cut your girl like Pastor Troy
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And I don't, usually smoke but pass the 'dro
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And I won't, give you that money that you askin fo'
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Why you think, me and Dame cool, we assholes
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That's why we here your music in fast fo'
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Cuz we don't wanna here that weak shit no mo'
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[Chorus: Kanye West]
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N-now, th-th-through ya motherfuckin hands
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GET EM HIGH
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All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man
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GET EM HIGH
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Now I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands
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KEEP EM HIGH
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And if ya losin yo high than smoke again
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KEEP EM HIGH
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[Verse 2: Kanye West]
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N-n-n-n-n-now who the hell is this
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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
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At NYU but she hail from Kansas, right now she just lampin, chillin on
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campus
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Sent me a picture with her feelin on Candice
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Who said her favorite rapper was the late great Francis
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W-H-I-T, it's gettin late mami, your screen saver say tweet
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So you got to call me, and bring a friend for my friend
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His name Kweli
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(You mean Talib, lyric sticks to your rib)
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I mean
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(That's my favorite CD that I play at my crib)
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I mean
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(You don't really know him, why is you lyin)
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Yo Kwe, she don't believe me, please pickup the line
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She gon' think that I'm lyin, just spit a couple of lines
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Then maybe I'll be able to give her dick all the time, and get her high
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[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
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Yeah
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I can't believe this nigga use my name for pickin up dimes but
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GET EM HIGH, I need some tracks you tryin to pull tracks out
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And my rhymes as fittin to blow you tryin to blow back south
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Well ok, you twisted my arm, I'll asist with the charm, aiyyo
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Ain't you meet that chick at the conference wit ya mom?
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And she's the bomb, boy she got the boujI behavior
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Always got somethin to say like an okay playa hater
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Anyway, I don't usualy fuck with the internet
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Birth Controls stuck to they arm like Nicorette
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You really fuckin that much, you tryin to get off cigarettes
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And she think it's fly, she ain't met a real nigga yet
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I appoligize if I come off a little inconsiderate
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I got the bubble cushion a sister could get ahead of it
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[Verse 4: Common]
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Get em high like noon, or the moon or room filled with smoke
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A high filled with dope
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Y'all assumed I was doomed, out of tune, but I still feel the notes
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The real nigga quotes
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Real rappers is hard to find, like a remonte, control rap is not a
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Used too but still got love, that's why I abuse you who are not thugs
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Rock clubs, it's like Tiger, Woods in the hood, to have my own reality show
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Called Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, niggaz in you
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You'se a bitch I got ones that are thicker than you
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How could I ever let your words affect me, they say Hip-Hop is dead
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I'm here to resurrect me, mosh is to sexy to even make songs like these
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That's why the raw don't know your name, like Alicia Keys
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To many featured emcees, and pro-ducers is populer
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Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to coppin her
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Album, how come, you the hot garbager
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The years clear your imag
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Get Em High
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| Kanye West |
