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Get Em High
作詞 K.West/T.K.Greene/L.Lynn 
作曲 K.West
Kanye West
Chorus:
Now throw your motherfuckin hands
Get em high
All the girls pass the weed to your motherfuckin 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 West]
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 yeah I was going through hell of problems
Till I built up the never to drop my a★★ up out of college
My teacher said I'm a loser I told why don't you kill me
Don't give a f★★k if you feel me I'm gonna follow
My heart and it you follow the chart or the plaques or the stacks
You ain't gotta quess 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 cook we a★★holes
And that's why I hear your music in fast forward
Cause we don't wanna hear that weak sh★t no more

Chorus

Verse 2:[Kanye West]
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 back 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 freiend for my friend his name Kweli
"You mean Talib lyricks stick to your rib I mean that's my favorite CD that
I play in my crib. I mean you don't really know him why is you lying?"
You Kwe she don't believe me please pick up the line
She gonna think that I'm lying 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]
Yo I can't believe this nigga used my name for pickin up dimes
But never mind, I need some tracks, you tryin to pull tracks out
And my rhymes is fittin to blow, you tryin to blow backs out
Ok well you twistin my arm I'll assist with the charm
Ayo don't you meet that chick who got friends with your moms
She the bomb but she got the busche behavior
Always got somethin to say like an OkayPlayer Hater
Anyway I don't usually fuck with the internet
Got brith control stuck to they arm like niccorete
You really fuckin that much? or tryin to get off cigarettes?
And she think its fly she ain't met a real nigga yet
I apologize if I come off a little inconsiderate
I got the bubble cushion a sister could get a hit of it

Verse 4:[Common]
Get em high like noon or the moon or a room
Filled with smoke or a hype filled with dope
Y'all assumed I was doomed out a tomb
But I still feel the notes from "real nigga quotes"
Real rappers is hard to find like a remote
Control rappers out of
You souped but still got love
That's why I abuse you who are not thugs
Rock' clubs like Tiger Woods in the hood
Should have my own reality show
Called soul survivor
I stole on Live'r biggas than you
You is 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
Broads is too sexy to even make songs like these
That's why the world don't know your name like Alicia Keys
Too many featured emcees and producers is popular
1200's spains nobody got to coppin a
Album how come you the hot garbage uh?
Yea its clear your image is looped up
Label got you souped up
Tellin you you're sick
When you're a dick with a loose rut
Video hard to watch like Medusa
Even your club record need a booster
Chinup with a pimp cup illiterate nigga
Read the infra-red across ya head
I'm bred king like Simba
Bolder than Denver
I ain't mad rapper just an MC with a temper
You dancin for money like honey
I end this my way
So when the industry crash I survive like Kanye
Spittin through wires and fires emcee's retiring
Got your hands up
Get them motherfuckes higher then

Chorus

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