Kanye West Get Em High featuring Talib Kweli and Common lyrics (songtext / lyric)

Chorus:
Throw ya muthafuckin hands (Get em high)
All the girls pass the weed to your muthafuckin man (Get Em High)
Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands (Keep Em High)
And if you losin your high then smoke again (Keep Em High)

Verse 1 - Kanye:
My flow is in the pocket like wallets I got the bounce like hydraulics
I can't call it I got the swerve like alcoholics
My freshman year I was going through hell of problems
Till I built up the nerve to drop my ass up out of college
My teacher said I'm a loser I told why don't you kill me
Don't give a fuck if you feel me I'm gonna follow
My heart and if you follow the chart or the plaques or the stats
You ain't gotta guess who's back
You see I'm so Chi that you thought I was bashful
But this bastards flow will bash ya 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 asking for
Why you think me and Dame is cool we assholes
And thats why I hear your music in fast forward
Cause we don't wanna hear that weak shit no more

Chorus:
Throw ya muthafuckin hands (Get em high)
All the girls pass the weed to your muthafuckin man (Get Em High)
Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands (Keep Em High)
And if you losin your high then smoke again (Keep Em High)

Verse 2 - Kanye:
Now who the hell is this e-mailing me at 11:26
Tellin me that she’s 36-26
Plus double D you know how girls on black planet be when they get bubbly
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 last great Francis
W-H-I-T its gettin late mommy your screen saver say tweet so you got to call me
And bring a friend for my friend his name Kweli
"You mean Talib lyrics stick to your rib I mean thats my favorite CD that I play in my crib. I mean you don't really know him why is you lying?"
Yo Kwe she don't believe me please pick up the line
She gona think that I'm lying 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:
I can't believe this nigga using my name for pickin up dimes
Nevermind I need some tracks you trying to pull tracks out
And my rhymes thats finna blow you trying to blow backs out
Well ok you twistin my arm I'll assist with the charm
A yo ain't you meet that chic at that conference with your moms
Her sister the bomb but she got the boogy behavior
Always got something to say like an okayplayer hater
Anyway I don't usually fuck with the internet
And chics with birth control stuck to they arm like nicorette
You really fuckin that much or trying to get off cigarettes
And she think its fly but she ain't meet a real nigga yet
I apologize if I come off a lil inconsiderate
I got the bubble cushion her sister can get a hit of it

Verse 4 - Common:
Get em high like noon or the moon or a room filled with smoke
A hype filled with dope
Yall assumed I was doomed out of tune but I still fill the notes with real nigga quotes
Real rappers are hard to find like a remote
Control rappers out of
Used to but still got love
Thats why I abuse you who are not thugs
Rock clubs like Tiger Woods in the hood
I should have my own reality show called Soul Survivor
I stole more liver niggas than you
You a bitch I got ones that are thicker than you
How could I ever let your words affect me
They said hip hop is dead I'm here to resurrect me
Monsters too sexy to even make songs like these
Thats why the raw don't know your name like Alicia Keys
Too many featured MC's and producers are popular
Twelve thousand spins nobody coppin the
Album how come you the hot garbage of
The year your whole image is looped up label got you souped up
Tellin you sick when you a dick with a loose nut
Video hard to watch like Medusa
Even your club record need a boosta
Chimped up with a pimp cup illiterate nigga
Read the infared across your head
I'm bread king like Symba
Bolder than Denver
I'm not a mad rapper just an MC with a temper
You dancing for money like honey I did this my way
So in the industry crash I survive like Kanye
Spittin thru wires and fires MC's retiring
Got your hands up get them muthafucker higher then

Chorus:
Throw ya muthafuckin hands (Get em high)
All the girls pass the weed to your muthafuckin man (Get Em High)
Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands (Keep Em High)
And if you losin your high then smoke again (Keep Em High)

Kanye West - Get Em High featuring Talib Kweli and Common