Get 'Em High (A-Trak Remix)

[Intro: Kanye West] Uh-uh, I'm tryna catch the beat Uh, I'm tryna catch the beat I'm tryna catch the beat, uh-uh, uh-uh I'm tryna catch the beat Uh-uh, I'm tryna catch the beat Uh, I'm tryna catch the beat I'm tryna catch the beat, uh-uh, uh-uh I'm tryna catch the beat [Chorus: Kanye West] N-now, th-th-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're losin' your high, then smoke again Keep 'em high (Now, now, now, now) [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 year, I was going through hella problems 'Til I built up the nerve to drop my ass up out of college My teacher said I was 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 Or the plaques or the stacks, you ain't gotta guess who's back, you see? I'm so Chi that you thought I was bashful But this bastard's flow will bash your skull And I will cut your girl like Pastor Tro' And I don't usually smoke, but pass the 'dro And I won't give you that money that you askin' for Why you think me and Dame cool? We assholes That's why we hear your music and fast forward 'Cause we don't wanna hear that weak shit no mo' [Chorus: Kanye West] N-now, th-th-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're losin' your high, then smoke again Keep 'em high (Now, now, now, now, now) [Verse 2: Common] Get 'em high like noon or the moon Or a room filled with smoke, a hype filled with dope Y'all assumed I was doomed, out of tune But I still filled the notes with real nigga quotes Real rappers is hard to find like a remote Control, rap is out of Used to, 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-er niggas than you You's 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 Marsha's too sexy to even make songs like these That's why the raw don't know your name, like Alicia Keys Too many featured emcees, and producers is popular Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to coppin' a Album, how come you the hot garbage of The year? It's clear your image is looped up Label got you souped up, tellin' you you sick When 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, illiterate nigga, read the infra- Red across your head, I'm bred king like Simba Bolder than Denver, I ain't a mad rapper Just a emcee with a temper You dancin' for money like Honey, I did this my way So when the industry crash, I survive like Kanye Spittin' through wires and fires, emcees retirin' Got your hands up, get them motherfuckers higher, then [Chorus: Kanye West & Common] N-now, th-th-throw your motherfuckin' hands Get 'em high (Yeah) All the girls pass the weed to your motherfuckin' man Get 'em high (Mm-mm, uh-uh, uh) Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands Keep 'em high (Keep 'em high, keep 'em high, uh-uh) And if you're losin' your high, then smoke again Keep 'em high