Lyrics:

[00:01.28]I'm tryin to catch the beat, uh
[00:04.10][00:09.15]I'm tryin to catch the beat
[00:06.47]I'm tryin to catch the beat, uh uh, uh
[00:11.21][01:16.10][04:29.33]N-now, th-th-through ya motherfuckin hands
[00:13.46][00:19.02][01:18.72][01:24.16][04:31.95][04:37.19]GET EM HIGH
[00:16.15][01:21.47][04:34.50]All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man
[00:21.35][01:26.72][04:39.94]Now I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands
[00:24.41][00:29.79][01:29.57][01:34.95][04:42.64][04:49.27]KEEP EM HIGH
[00:27.10][01:32.58][04:45.57]And if ya losin yo high than smoke again
[00:31.22]N-n-n-now, my flow
[00:33.10]Is in the pocket like wallets, I got the bounce like hydrolics
[00:35.91]I can't call it, I got the swerve like alchoooool-ics
[00:38.60]My freshman year I was goin through hell, a problem
[00:40.84]Still I, built up the nerve to drop my ass up outta collllllll-ege
[00:44.03]My teacher said I'se a loser, I told her why don't you kill me
[00:46.66]I give a fuck if you fail me, I'm gonna folllllllllll-ow
[00:49.42]My heart, and if you follow the charts, to the plaques or the stacks
[00:52.85]You ain't gotta guess who's back, you see
[00:55.22]I'm so shy that you thought it was bashfull but this
[00:57.60]bastard's flow will bash a skull
[00:59.78]And I will, cut your girl like Pastor Troy
[01:02.42]And I don't, usually smoke but pass the 'dro
[01:05.10]And I won't, give you that money that you askin fo'
[01:08.03]Why you think, me and Dame cool, we assholes
[01:10.85]That's why we here your music and hit fast fo'
[01:13.47]Cuz we don't wanna here that weak shit no mo'
[01:36.46]N-n-n-n-n-now who the hell is this
[01:39.64]E-mailin me at 11:26, tellin me that she 36-26, plus double-d
[01:45.51]You know how girls on black planet be when they get bubolee
[01:49.01]At NYU but she hail from Kansas, right now she just lampin, chillin on campus
[01:54.51]Sent me a picture with her feelin on Candice
[01:57.26]Who said her favorite rapper was the late great Francis
[01:59.82]W-H-I-T, it's gettin late mami, your screen saver say tweet
[02:04.14]So you got to call me, and bring a friend for my friend
[02:07.39]His name Kweli
[02:08.38](You mean Talib, lyric sticks to your rib)
[02:10.33][02:13.08]I mean
[02:11.20](That's my favorite CD that I play at my crib)
[02:13.76](You don't really know him, why is you lyin)
[02:15.95]Yo Kwe, she don't believe me, please pickup the line
[02:18.51]She gon' think that I'm lyin, just spit a couple of lines
[02:21.33]Then maybe I'll be able to give her dick all the time, and get her high
[02:25.45]Yeah
[02:26.57]I can't believe this nigga use my name for pickin up dimes but
[02:29.57]GET EM HIGH, I need some tracks you tryin to pull tracks out
[02:32.63]And my rhymes as fittin to blow you tryin to blow back south
[02:34.76]Well ok, you twisted my arm, I'll asist with the charm, aiyyo
[02:37.94]Ain't you meet that chick at the conference wit ya mom?
[02:40.13]And she's the bomb, boy she got the boujI behavior
[02:43.07]Always got somethin to say like an okay playa hater
[02:45.70]Anyway, I don't usualy fuck with the internet
[02:48.45]Birth Controls stuck to they arm like Nicorette
[02:51.13]You really fuckin that much, you tryin to get off cigarettes
[02:53.95]And she think it's fly, she ain't met a real nigga yet
[02:56.51]I appoligize if I come off a little inconsiderate
[02:59.63]I got the bubble cushion a sister could get hit of it
[03:02.44]Get em high like noon, or the moon or room filled with smoke
[03:06.13]A high filled with dope
[03:07.70]Y'all assumed I was doomed, out of tune, but I still feel the notes
[03:11.13]The real nigga quotes
[03:13.13]Real rappers is hard to find, like a remonte, control rap is not a
[03:18.45]Used too but still got love, that's why I abuse you who are not thugs
[03:23.00]Rock clubs, it's like Tiger, Woods in the hood, to have my own reality show
[03:27.51]Called Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, niggaz in you
[03:32.07]You'se a bitch I got ones that are thicker than you
[03:34.82]How could I ever let your words affect me, they say Hip-Hop is dead
[03:38.39]I'm here to resurrect me, mosh is to sexy to even make songs like these
[03:42.82]That's why the braud don't know your name, like Alicia Keys
[03:45.38]To many featured emcees, and pro-ducers is populer
[03:48.57]Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to coppin the
[03:51.39]Album, how come, you the hot garbager
[03:54.07]The years clear your image and snooped up
[03:56.76]Label got you souped up, tellin you you sick
[03:59.44]Man you a dick with a loose nut
[04:01.39]Video hard to watch like Medusa
[04:03.82]Even your club record need a booster
[04:06.88]Chimped up, with a pimp cup, illeaterate nigga
[04:09.57]Read the infa, red across your head I'm bread king like Simba
[04:13.07]Bolder then Denver, I ain't a Madd Rapper just a MC with a temper
[04:17.70]You dansin for money like honey, I did this my way
[04:20.95]So when the industry crash, I survive like Kanye
[04:24.01]Spittin through wires and fires, MC retirin
[04:27.32]Got yo hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then