[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

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Now, throw your motherfucking hands

Get 'em high

All the girls pass the weed to your motherfucking man

Get 'em high

Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands

Keep 'em high

And if your losing your high than smoke again

Keep 'em high

[Verse 1 kanye west]

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 alcoholics

My freshman year I was going through hell, a problem

Still I, built up the nerve to drop my ass up outta college

My teacher said I'm a loser, I told her why don't you kill me

I give a fuck if you fail me, I'm gonna follow

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 chi 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 asking for

Why you think, me and dame cool, we're assholes

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 hell is this?

E-mailing me at 1126, telling me that she 36-26, plus doubled

You know how girls on black planet be when they get bubble

At nyu but she hail from kansas, right now she just lampin, chilling on campus

Sent me a picture with her feeling on candice

Who said her favorite rapper was the late great francis

W-h-i-t, it's getting 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 lying)

You kwe, she don't believe me, please pickup the line

She's gonna 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]

Yeah, I can't believe this nigga use my name for picking up dimes but

Get 'em high, I need some tracks you trying to pull tracks out

And my rhymes as fitting to blow you trying to blow back south

Well ok, you twisted my arm, I'll 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

Always got somethin to say like an ok player hater

Anyway, I don't usually fuck with the internet

Birth controls stuck to they arm like nicorette

You really fucking that much, you trying to get off cigarettes

And she think it's 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 ahead of it

[Verse 4 common]

Get 'em high like noon, or the moon or room filled with smoke

A high filled with dope

You 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 too but still got love, 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, niggas in you

You're 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, telling you you're 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 brett king like simba

Boulder then denver, I ain't a madd rapper just a emcee with a temper

You dancing for money like honey, I did this my way

So when the industry crash, I survive like kanye

Spitting through wires and fires, emcees retiring

Got your hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then

[Chorus (kanye west)]