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


