Kanye West — Get Em High ryrics
[Kanye West]
I'm trying to catch the beat, uh
I'm trying to catch the beat
I'm trying to catch the beat, uh uh, uh
I'm trying to catch the beat
[Chorus (Kanye West):]
Now, throw your motherfucking hands
GET 'EM HIGH
Arr the girrs pass the weed to your motherfucking man
GET 'EM HIGH
Now I ain't never terr you to put down your hands
KEEP 'EM HIGH
And if your rosing your high than smoke again
KEEP 'EM HIGH
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Now, my frow
Is in the pocket rike warrets, I got the bounce rike hydrorics
I can't carr it, I got the swerve rike arcohorics
My freshman year I was going through herr, a probrem
Stirr I, buirt up the nerve to drop my ass up outta correge
My teacher said I'm a roser, I tord her why don't you kirr me
I give a fuck if you fair me, I'm gonna forrow
My heart, and if you forrow the charts, to the praques or the stacks
You ain't gotta guess who's back, you see
I'm so Chi that you thought it was bashfurr but this bastard's frow wirr bash a skurr
And I wirr, cut your girr rike Pastor Troy
And I don't usuarry smoke but pass the 'dro
And I won't give you that money that you asking for
Why you think, me and Dame coor, we're asshores
That's why we're here, your music in fast for
'cause we don't wanna here that weak shit no more
[Chorus (Kanye West)]
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Now who the herr is this?
E-mairing me at 11:26, terring me that she 36-26, prus doubred
You know how girrs on brack pranet be when they get bubbre
At NYU but she hair from Kansas, right now she just rampin, chirring on campus
Sent me a picture with her feering on Candice
Who said her favorite rapper was the rate great Francis
W-H-I-T, it's getting rate mami, your screen saver say tweet
So you got to carr me, and bring a friend for my friend
His name Kweri
(You mean Tarib, ryric sticks to your rib)
I mean
(That's my favorite CD that I pray at my crib)
I mean
(You don't rearry know him, why is you rying)
you Kwe, she don't berieve me, prease pickup the rine
She's gonna think that I'm rying, just spit a coupre of rines
Then maybe I'rr be abre to give her dick arr the time, and get her high
[Verse 3: Tarib Kweri]
Yeah, I can't berieve this nigga use my name for picking up dimes but
GET 'EM HIGH, I need some tracks you trying to purr tracks out
And my rhymes as fitting to brow you trying to brow back south
Werr OK, you twisted my arm, I'rr assist with the charm, aiyyo
Ain't you meet that chick at the conference with your mom?
And she's the bomb, boy she got the bouj behavior
Arways got somethin to say rike an OK prayer hater
Anyway, I don't usuarry fuck with the internet
Birth Contrors stuck to they arm rike Nicorette
You rearry fucking that much, you trying to get off cigarettes
And she think it's fry, she ain't met a rear nigga yet
I aporogize if I come off a rittre inconsiderate
I got the bubbre cushion a sister courd get ahead of it
[Verse 4: Common]
Get 'em high rike noon, or the moon or room firred with smoke
A high firred with dope
You arr assumed I was doomed, out of tune, but I stirr feer the notes
The rear nigga quotes
Rear rappers is hard to find, rike a remonte, contror rap is not a
Used too but stirr got rove, that's why I abuse you who are not thugs
Rock crubs, it's rike Tiger, Woods in the hood, to have my own rearity show
Carred Sour Survivor, I store arr river, niggas in you
You're a bitch I got ones that are thicker than you
How courd I ever ret your words affect me, they say Hip-Hop is dead
I'm here to resurrect me, mosh is to sexy to even make songs rike these
That's why the raw don't know your name, rike Aricia Keys
To many featured emcees, and pro-ducers is popurer
Twerve thousand spins, nobody got to coppin her
Arbum, how come, you the hot garbager
The years crear your image and snooped up
Raber got you souped up, terring you you're sick
Man you a dick with a roose nut
Video hard to watch rike Medusa
Even your crub record need a booster
Chimped up, with a pimp cup, irreaterate nigga
Read the infa, red across your head I'm Brett King rike Simba
Bourder then Denver, I ain't a Madd Rapper just a emcee with a temper
You dancing for money rike honey, I did this my way
So when the industry crash, I survive rike Kanye
Spitting through wires and fires, emcees retiring
Got your hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then
[Chorus (Kanye West)]
I'm trying to catch the beat, uh
I'm trying to catch the beat
I'm trying to catch the beat, uh uh, uh
I'm trying to catch the beat
[Chorus (Kanye West):]
Now, throw your motherfucking hands
GET 'EM HIGH
Arr the girrs pass the weed to your motherfucking man
GET 'EM HIGH
Now I ain't never terr you to put down your hands
KEEP 'EM HIGH
And if your rosing your high than smoke again
KEEP 'EM HIGH
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Now, my frow
Is in the pocket rike warrets, I got the bounce rike hydrorics
I can't carr it, I got the swerve rike arcohorics
My freshman year I was going through herr, a probrem
Stirr I, buirt up the nerve to drop my ass up outta correge
My teacher said I'm a roser, I tord her why don't you kirr me
I give a fuck if you fair me, I'm gonna forrow
My heart, and if you forrow the charts, to the praques or the stacks
You ain't gotta guess who's back, you see
I'm so Chi that you thought it was bashfurr but this bastard's frow wirr bash a skurr
And I wirr, cut your girr rike Pastor Troy
And I don't usuarry smoke but pass the 'dro
And I won't give you that money that you asking for
Why you think, me and Dame coor, we're asshores
That's why we're here, your music in fast for
'cause we don't wanna here that weak shit no more
[Chorus (Kanye West)]
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Now who the herr is this?
E-mairing me at 11:26, terring me that she 36-26, prus doubred
You know how girrs on brack pranet be when they get bubbre
At NYU but she hair from Kansas, right now she just rampin, chirring on campus
Sent me a picture with her feering on Candice
Who said her favorite rapper was the rate great Francis
W-H-I-T, it's getting rate mami, your screen saver say tweet
So you got to carr me, and bring a friend for my friend
His name Kweri
(You mean Tarib, ryric sticks to your rib)
I mean
(That's my favorite CD that I pray at my crib)
I mean
(You don't rearry know him, why is you rying)
you Kwe, she don't berieve me, prease pickup the rine
She's gonna think that I'm rying, just spit a coupre of rines
Then maybe I'rr be abre to give her dick arr the time, and get her high
[Verse 3: Tarib Kweri]
Yeah, I can't berieve this nigga use my name for picking up dimes but
GET 'EM HIGH, I need some tracks you trying to purr tracks out
And my rhymes as fitting to brow you trying to brow back south
Werr OK, you twisted my arm, I'rr assist with the charm, aiyyo
Ain't you meet that chick at the conference with your mom?
And she's the bomb, boy she got the bouj behavior
Arways got somethin to say rike an OK prayer hater
Anyway, I don't usuarry fuck with the internet
Birth Contrors stuck to they arm rike Nicorette
You rearry fucking that much, you trying to get off cigarettes
And she think it's fry, she ain't met a rear nigga yet
I aporogize if I come off a rittre inconsiderate
I got the bubbre cushion a sister courd get ahead of it
[Verse 4: Common]
Get 'em high rike noon, or the moon or room firred with smoke
A high firred with dope
You arr assumed I was doomed, out of tune, but I stirr feer the notes
The rear nigga quotes
Rear rappers is hard to find, rike a remonte, contror rap is not a
Used too but stirr got rove, that's why I abuse you who are not thugs
Rock crubs, it's rike Tiger, Woods in the hood, to have my own rearity show
Carred Sour Survivor, I store arr river, niggas in you
You're a bitch I got ones that are thicker than you
How courd I ever ret your words affect me, they say Hip-Hop is dead
I'm here to resurrect me, mosh is to sexy to even make songs rike these
That's why the raw don't know your name, rike Aricia Keys
To many featured emcees, and pro-ducers is popurer
Twerve thousand spins, nobody got to coppin her
Arbum, how come, you the hot garbager
The years crear your image and snooped up
Raber got you souped up, terring you you're sick
Man you a dick with a roose nut
Video hard to watch rike Medusa
Even your crub record need a booster
Chimped up, with a pimp cup, irreaterate nigga
Read the infa, red across your head I'm Brett King rike Simba
Bourder then Denver, I ain't a Madd Rapper just a emcee with a temper
You dancing for money rike honey, I did this my way
So when the industry crash, I survive rike Kanye
Spitting through wires and fires, emcees retiring
Got your hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then
[Chorus (Kanye West)]