Vea The Mandalorian en Disney+ "Get Em High" (feat. Talib Kweli, Common) [Kanye West:] Uh-uh, I'm tryna catch the beat, uh I'm tryna to catch the beat I'm tryna to catch the beat, uh uh, uh I'm tryna to catch the beat [Kanye West:] N-now, th-th-throw your motherfuckin' hands (Get 'em high) All the girls pass the weed to yo' 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) [Kanye West:] N-n-n-now, 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'se 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 in fast forward 'Cause we don't wanna hear that weak shit no mo' [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' yo' high, then smoke again (Keep 'em high) [Kanye West & Sumeke Rainey:] ("You've got mail!") N-n-n-n-n-now who the hell is this E-mailing me at 11:26? Telling me that she 36-26, plus double D You know how girls on Black 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 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? Lyrics stick 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 lyin'?) Yo Kwe, she don't believe me, please pick up the line She gon' think that I'm lyin', just spit a couple of lines Then maybe I'll be able to give her dick all the time And get her high! Owww! [Talib Kweli:] Yeah, I can't believe this nigga use my name for pickin' up dimes But never mind, I need some tracks, you tryin' to pull tracks out And my rhymes is finna blow, you trying to blow backs out Well OK, you twisted my arm, I'll assist with the charm Ayo, ain't you meet that chick at that conference with your moms? And sister's the bomb, boy she got the bougie behavior Always got something to say like a OK player hater Anyways, I don't usually fuck with the Internet Or chicks with birth control stuck to they arm like Nicorette You really fuckin' that much or tryna get off cigarettes? (Keep 'em high) If she think it's fly, she ain't met a real nigga yet Now I apologize if I come off a little inconsiderate I got the bubba kush and a sister could get a hit of it, yeah [Common:] Yo, yo 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, it's like Tiger Woods in the hood Should have my own reality show, called Soul Survivor I stole on liver 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 MCs, 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 Madd Rapper Just a MC 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, MCs retirin' Got your hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then [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) 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)
Common dropp some bars. Shout out gully tv spliff star. Ot genesis. 😂 i was at lobby i heard this track. I dont think flip mode was or busta was at the lobby
סיימתי עכשיו לראות פה סרט מהין כמה אני חי בסרט רוצה להיות גדול הגדול מכולם אבל עכשיו אני מבין ששום דבר לא מושלם צריך לעבוד קשה ולהשקיע אבל אל תדאג אני בא מהרקיע כמו אל לא נופל קם גמו גדול ובסוף אני יאמין שאני כל יכול מנסה להצליח רק חבל שאני לא מפסיק להריח דברים מוזירם שוקורים לי בחיים אנשים מלכלים מקללים וצוחקים עליי ואמא שלהם היא מתחתיי אבל אני בא פה בהיי ומי שלא איתי בסוף היה אולי כי מנסה להיות כמו קנייה ווסט הישראלי ומנסה לאהוב את עצמי ואני יודע שאני טוב אבל כמה אני צרכת ללכת בקביל שלא יכאוב לי יותר שום דבר שום דבר עוד לא נגמר הנה אני בא תאמין לי אני בה כמו מלך או מלכה או ילדה קטנה שרוצה שכולם יכירו אותה אבל אני ממשיך ללכת ולא רוצה לחזור אבל אני ימשיך עד ש אמצא את האור וברגע שאחזיק בוא אז אני איה מוכן להראות לכולם שאני כאן ולא לוקח לא לתשובה אני ימשיך עד שיקשיבו לי ותדע שאני אני בה לתקן את הבעיה שלי ושלך כי אני בא
לתקן לאונן או כמה אני אוהב לאונן מה תודו זה אש וכמה אני חושש ממה אנשים יחשבו יאמרו בסוף כולם יצחקו אליי טוב אחי תעזוב כבר דיי יש איתך את כולם סמוך עליי בנתיים ממשיך עד שהמלכה אותי תמליך עד אז ממשיך לאנון ולהשפיך איל די זה מגעיל תביא לי נייר רגע חכו מה עוד יש לומר אז ראיתי סרט והבנתי שאני לא זמרת אבל יעדה פה מהפכה קיימת זאת אומרת שאני יראה לכולם שאני הגדול מכולם לא מנסה להצחיק להדחיק מכניס לה את הדיק עוד שנייה כץ ישלח לי את הדיק פיק
אני מרגיש שאני בפיק שלי בשיא בסוף לא אהיה בנאדם שלא יכיר אותי ובקצב הזה אני יגשים את החלום שלי להיות גדול כל יכול מלך חש וורוש גורם לראפרים אחרים לפרוש למשל טונה במקום השלישי אחרי קנייה ואני כי כולם פה איתי מאמנים בי ואני מאמין בעצמי בסוף לא אהיה משהו שלא יכיר אותי
Copying this from genius lmao [Intro: Kanye West] Uh-uh, I'm tryna catch the beat, uh I'm tryna to catch the beat I'm tryna to catch the beat, uh uh, uh I'm tryna to catch the beat [Chorus: Kanye West] N-now, th-th-throw your motherfuckin' hands (Get 'em high) All the girls pass the weed to yo' 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) [Verse 1: Kanye West] N-n-n-now, my flow Is in the pocket like wallets, I got the bounce like hydraulics I can't call it, I got the swerve like alcohol-ics 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'se a loser, I told her "Why don't you kill me?" I give a fuck if you fail me, I'm gonna fol-low 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 in 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' yo' high, then smoke again (Keep 'em high) [Verse 2: Kanye West & Sumeke Rainey] ("You've got mail!") N-n-n-n-n-now who the hell is this E-mailing me at 11:26? Telling me that she 36-26, plus double-d You know how girls on Black 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 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? Lyrics 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 lyin'?) Yo Kwe, she don't believe me, please pick up the line She gon' think that I'm lyin', just spit a couple of lines Then maybe I'll be able to give her dick all the time And get her high! Owww! [Verse 3: Talib Kweli] Yeah, I can't believe this nigga use my name for pickin' up dimes But never-mind, I need some tracks, you tryin' to pull tracks out And my rhymes is finna blow, you trying to blow backs out Well okay, you twisted my arm, I'll assist with the charm Ayo, ain't you meet that chick at that conference with your moms? And sister's the bomb, boy she got the bougie behavior Always got something to say like a okay playa hater Anyways, I don't usually fuck with the Internet Or chicks with birth control stuck to they arm like Nicorette You really fuckin' that much or tryna get off cigarettes? (Keep 'em high) If she think it's fly, she ain't met a real nigga yet Now I apologize if I come off a little inconsiderate I got the bubba kush and a sister could get a hit of it, yeah [Verse 4: Common] Yo, yo 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, it's 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 pro-ducers 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 Madd 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) 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)
This beat is a banger💥 and Kanye produced this🔥🔥🔥
Tryna catch the beat
N-n-now Th-throw ya mothafckin hands
This is too good thank you
yeah
This is too good for there to be only 2 instruments (Moog Bass and Drums)
kanyes beats with no samples were just as dope
My fav Kanye song , love this shit so much
Classic beat
This is great
Underrated
BleacherReport brought me here! 🔥🔥🔥🔥
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Now now throw you mfing hands
Get Em High
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What is this, Preostorik man for the snes. Donkey Kong country type beat.
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Vea The Mandalorian
en Disney+
"Get Em High"
(feat. Talib Kweli, Common)
[Kanye West:]
Uh-uh, I'm tryna catch the beat, uh
I'm tryna to catch the beat
I'm tryna to catch the beat, uh uh, uh
I'm tryna to catch the beat
[Kanye West:]
N-now, th-th-throw your motherfuckin' hands
(Get 'em high)
All the girls pass the weed to yo' 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)
[Kanye West:]
N-n-n-now, 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'se 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 in fast forward
'Cause we don't wanna hear that weak shit no mo'
[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' yo' high, then smoke again
(Keep 'em high)
[Kanye West & Sumeke Rainey:]
("You've got mail!") N-n-n-n-n-now who the hell is this
E-mailing me at 11:26?
Telling me that she 36-26, plus double D
You know how girls on Black 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 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? Lyrics stick 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 lyin'?)
Yo Kwe, she don't believe me, please pick up the line
She gon' think that I'm lyin', just spit a couple of lines
Then maybe I'll be able to give her dick all the time
And get her high! Owww!
[Talib Kweli:]
Yeah, I can't believe this nigga use my name for pickin' up dimes
But never mind, I need some tracks, you tryin' to pull tracks out
And my rhymes is finna blow, you trying to blow backs out
Well OK, you twisted my arm, I'll assist with the charm
Ayo, ain't you meet that chick at that conference with your moms?
And sister's the bomb, boy she got the bougie behavior
Always got something to say like a OK player hater
Anyways, I don't usually fuck with the Internet
Or chicks with birth control stuck to they arm like Nicorette
You really fuckin' that much or tryna get off cigarettes? (Keep 'em high)
If she think it's fly, she ain't met a real nigga yet
Now I apologize if I come off a little inconsiderate
I got the bubba kush and a sister could get a hit of it, yeah
[Common:]
Yo, yo
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, it's like Tiger Woods in the hood
Should have my own reality show, called Soul Survivor
I stole on liver 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 MCs, 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 Madd Rapper
Just a MC 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, MCs retirin'
Got your hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then
[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)
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)
Is this one on spotify
Common dropp some bars. Shout out gully tv spliff star. Ot genesis. 😂 i was at lobby i heard this track. I dont think flip mode was or busta was at the lobby
Gully tv
I was at the lobby
Droppout twi
Still gettin pai
Ain't that ni
👀
Gues who's koming in tha uhall
Lululemon ass make me skip all my klass
Now imHigher than my GPA OKAY?
Hi
סיימתי עכשיו לראות פה סרט מהין כמה אני חי בסרט רוצה להיות גדול הגדול מכולם אבל עכשיו אני מבין ששום דבר לא מושלם צריך לעבוד קשה ולהשקיע אבל אל תדאג אני בא מהרקיע כמו אל לא נופל קם גמו גדול ובסוף אני יאמין שאני כל יכול מנסה להצליח רק חבל שאני לא מפסיק להריח דברים מוזירם שוקורים לי בחיים אנשים מלכלים מקללים וצוחקים עליי ואמא שלהם היא מתחתיי אבל אני בא פה בהיי ומי שלא איתי בסוף היה אולי כי מנסה להיות כמו קנייה ווסט הישראלי ומנסה לאהוב את עצמי ואני יודע שאני טוב אבל כמה אני צרכת ללכת בקביל שלא יכאוב לי יותר שום דבר שום דבר עוד לא נגמר הנה אני בא תאמין לי אני בה כמו מלך או מלכה או ילדה קטנה שרוצה שכולם יכירו אותה אבל אני ממשיך ללכת ולא רוצה לחזור אבל אני ימשיך עד ש אמצא את האור וברגע שאחזיק בוא אז אני איה מוכן להראות לכולם שאני כאן ולא לוקח לא לתשובה אני ימשיך עד שיקשיבו לי ותדע שאני אני בה לתקן את הבעיה שלי ושלך כי אני בא
לתקן לאונן או כמה אני אוהב לאונן מה תודו זה אש וכמה אני חושש ממה אנשים יחשבו יאמרו בסוף כולם יצחקו אליי טוב אחי תעזוב כבר דיי יש איתך את כולם סמוך עליי בנתיים ממשיך עד שהמלכה אותי תמליך עד אז ממשיך לאנון ולהשפיך איל די זה מגעיל תביא לי נייר רגע חכו מה עוד יש לומר אז ראיתי סרט והבנתי שאני לא זמרת אבל יעדה פה מהפכה קיימת זאת אומרת שאני יראה לכולם שאני הגדול מכולם לא מנסה להצחיק להדחיק מכניס לה את הדיק עוד שנייה כץ ישלח לי את הדיק פיק
אני מרגיש שאני בפיק שלי בשיא בסוף לא אהיה בנאדם שלא יכיר אותי ובקצב הזה אני יגשים את החלום שלי להיות גדול כל יכול מלך חש וורוש גורם לראפרים אחרים לפרוש למשל טונה במקום השלישי אחרי קנייה ואני כי כולם פה איתי מאמנים בי ואני מאמין בעצמי בסוף לא אהיה משהו שלא יכיר אותי
יו תרמי את הידיים למעלה תשחררו את הגוף ותתחילו לעוף
Were you on crack when you wrote this?
Copying this from genius lmao
[Intro: Kanye West]
Uh-uh, I'm tryna catch the beat, uh
I'm tryna to catch the beat
I'm tryna to catch the beat, uh uh, uh
I'm tryna to catch the beat
[Chorus: Kanye West]
N-now, th-th-throw your motherfuckin' hands
(Get 'em high)
All the girls pass the weed to yo' 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)
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
N-n-n-now, my flow
Is in the pocket like wallets, I got the bounce like hydraulics
I can't call it, I got the swerve like alcohol-ics
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'se a loser, I told her "Why don't you kill me?"
I give a fuck if you fail me, I'm gonna fol-low 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 in 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' yo' high, then smoke again
(Keep 'em high)
[Verse 2: Kanye West & Sumeke Rainey]
("You've got mail!") N-n-n-n-n-now who the hell is this
E-mailing me at 11:26?
Telling me that she 36-26, plus double-d
You know how girls on Black 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 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? Lyrics 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 lyin'?)
Yo Kwe, she don't believe me, please pick up the line
She gon' think that I'm lyin', just spit a couple of lines
Then maybe I'll be able to give her dick all the time
And get her high! Owww!
[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
Yeah, I can't believe this nigga use my name for pickin' up dimes
But never-mind, I need some tracks, you tryin' to pull tracks out
And my rhymes is finna blow, you trying to blow backs out
Well okay, you twisted my arm, I'll assist with the charm
Ayo, ain't you meet that chick at that conference with your moms?
And sister's the bomb, boy she got the bougie behavior
Always got something to say like a okay playa hater
Anyways, I don't usually fuck with the Internet
Or chicks with birth control stuck to they arm like Nicorette
You really fuckin' that much or tryna get off cigarettes? (Keep 'em high)
If she think it's fly, she ain't met a real nigga yet
Now I apologize if I come off a little inconsiderate
I got the bubba kush and a sister could get a hit of it, yeah
[Verse 4: Common]
Yo, yo
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, it's 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 pro-ducers 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 Madd 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)
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)
Bruh I ain't Jay z man I ain't no gangsta
my wife died lol
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