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