Get Em High (feat. Talib Kweli & Common)
Lyrics
I'm tryin' to catch the beat I'm tryin' to catch the beat I'm tryin' to catch the beat I'm tryin' to catch the beatfull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
reggae influencesfunk influences
basic rap roots
beats made for dancing
highly syncopated beats
funk beats
clear pronunciation
upbeat lyrics
lyrics about alcohol and drugs
party rhymes
lyrics with heavy erotic content
a bumpin' kick sound
the heavy use of funk samples
synth riffs
extensive studio production
a dry recording sound
radio friendly stylings
dominant use of riffs
production and lyrics by rap icons
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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I mean that's my favorite CD that I play at my crib Get em high The years clear your image and snooped up Chimped up, with a pimp cup, illiterate nigga Got yo hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then They say Hip-Hop is dead, I'm here to resurrect me Used soup it still got life, that's why I abuse you who are not thugs Now, I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands How could I ever let your words affect me? Your screen saver say tweet so you got to call me I apologize if I come off a little inconsiderate She gon' think that I'm lyin', just spit a couple of lines Rock clubs like Tiger Woods Bolder than Denver I ain't a mad rapper Get em high All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin' man My teacher said I'se a loser, I told her, "Why don't you kill me? Then maybe I'll be able to give her dick all the time and get her high And bring a friend for my friend his name Kweli Even your club record need a booster Sent me a picture with her feelin' on Candice Now, I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands And if ya losin' yo high then smoke again Album, how come, you the hot garbager Video hard to watch like Medusa Keep em high And if ya losin' yo high then smoke again I'm tryin' to catch the beat I mean you don't really know him, why is you lyin'? Y'all assumed I was doomed out of tune I can't believe this nigga use my name for pickin' up dimes Get em high Anyway, I don't usually fuck with the interneter W-H-I-T, it's gettin' late mami Now, throw ya motherfuckin' hands Publishers: EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC., PLEASE GIMME MY PUBLISHING, INC., SENSELESS MUSIC, SONGS OF UNIVERSAL INC In the hood to have my own reality show That's why we here your music in fast fo' I'm tryin' to catch the beat Read the infa, red across your head I'm bread king like Simba Now, my flow is in the pocket like Wallace Songwriters: Talib Kweli, Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Kanye West But never mind I need some tracks you tryin' to pull tracks out You ain't gotta guess who's back, you see? Now, throw ya motherfuckin' hands That she 36-26, plus double-d Label got you souped up, tellin' you, you sick Get em high Now, I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands Yo Kwe, she don't believe me, please pickup the line When they get bubblee Get em high I got the bounce like hydraulics But this bastard's flow will bash a skull Chicks with birth control stuck to they arm like Nicolette Now, throw ya motherfuckin' hands Keep em high Keep em high Get em high like noon or the moon Real rappers is hard to find like a remote control, rap is not a I can't call it, I got the swerve like alcoholics E-mailin' me at 11:26, tellin' me Keep em high Keep em high To many featured emcees and producers is popular If she think it's fly, she ain't met a real nigga yet Ain't you meet that chick at that conference with yo moms? At NYU but she hailed from Kansas You mean Talib, lyric sticks to your rib And I won't give you that money that you askin' fo' Who said her favorite rapper was the late great Francis And she's the bomb, boy, she got the bougey behavior You know how girls on Black Planet be And my rhymes as fittin' to blow you, tryin' to blow backs out Mosh is too sexy to even make songs like these I got the bubble cushion, a sister could get a hit of it I'm so shy that you thought it was bashful I'm tryin' to catch the beat All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin' man All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin' man Get em high 'Cuz we don't wanna here that weak shit no mo' Called Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, niggaz in you I'm tryin' to catch the beat And if ya losin' yo high then smoke again I give a fuck if you fail me, I'm gonna follow You dancin' for money like honey, I did this my way Man you a dick with a loose nut Right now she just lampin', chillin' on campus You'se a bitch, I got ones that are thicker than you Well okay you twisted my arm, I'll assist with the charm, aiyo Just a emcee with a temper My heart and if you follow the charts to the plaques or the stacks" My freshman year I was goin' through hella problems Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to coppin' her 'Til I built up the nerve to drop my ass up outta college That's why the raw don't know your name, like Alicia Keys So when the industry crash, I survived like Kanye Always got somethin' to say like a okayplaya hater You really fuckin' that much, you tryin' to get off cigarettes But I still feel the notes the real nigga quotes Spittin' through wires and fires, emcees retirin' Keep em high Or room filled with smoke, a high filled with dope And I don't usually smoke but pass the dro And I will cut your girl like Pastor Tro Now who the hell is this? Why you think me and dame cool? We assholes


