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