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 beat

Now, throw ya motherf**kin` hands
Get em high
All the girls pass the weed to ya motherf**kin` man
Get em high
Now, I ain`t never tell you to put down ya hands
Keep em high
And if ya losin` yo high then smoke again
Keep em high

Now, my flow is in the pocket like Wallace
I got the bounce like hydraulics
I can`t call it, I got the swerve like alcoholics
My freshman year I was goin` through hella problems
`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 give a f**k if you fail me, I`m gonna follow
My heart and if you follow the charts to the plaques or the stacks"
You ain`t gotta guess who`s back, you see?

I`m so shy that you thought it was bashful
But this bastard`s flow will bash a 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` fo`
Why you think me and dame cool? We assholes
That`s why we here your music in fast fo`
`Cuz we don`t wanna here that weak s**t no mo`

Now, throw ya motherf**kin` hands
Get em high
All the girls pass the weed to ya motherf**kin` man
Get em high
Now, I ain`t never tell you to put down ya hands
Keep em high
And if ya losin` yo high then smoke again
Keep em high

Now who the hell is this?
E-mailin` me at 11:26, tellin` me
That she 36-26, plus double-d
You know how girls on Black Planet be
When they get bubblee

At NYU but she hailed 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 gettin` 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, lyric 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 pickup 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

I can`t believe this ni**a use my name for pickin` up dimes
But never mind I need some tracks you tryin` to pull tracks out
And my rhymes as fittin` to blow you, tryin` to blow backs out
Well okay you twisted my arm, I`ll assist with the charm, aiyo
Ain`t you meet that chick at that conference with yo moms?

And she`s the bomb, boy, she got the bougey behavior
Always got somethin` to say like a okayplaya hater
Anyway, I don`t usually f**k with the interneter

Chicks with birth control stuck to they arm like Nicolette
You really f**kin` that much, you tryin` to get off cigarettes
If she think it`s fly, she ain`t met a real ni**a yet
I apologize if I come off a little inconsiderate
I got the bubble cushion, a sister could get a hit of it

Get em high like noon or the moon
Or room filled with smoke, a high filled with dope
Y`all assumed I was doomed out of tune
But I still feel the notes the real ni**a quotes

Real rappers is hard to find like a remote control, rap is not a
Used soup it still got life, that`s why I abuse you who are not thugs
Rock clubs like Tiger Woods
In the hood to have my own reality show
Called Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, ni**az in you
You`se 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
Mosh is too sexy to even make songs like these
That`s why the raw don`t know your name, like Alicia Keys

To many featured emcees and producers is popular
Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to coppin` her
Album, how come, you the hot garbager
The years clear your image and snooped up

Label got you souped up, tellin` you, you sick
Man 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 ni**a
Read the infa, red across your head I`m bread king like Simba
Bolder than Denver I ain`t a mad rapper
Just a emcee with a temper

You dancin` for money like honey, I did this my way
So when the industry crash, I survived like Kanye
Spittin` through wires and fires, emcees retirin`
Got yo hands up, get them motherf**kers higher then

Now, throw ya motherf**kin` hands
Get em high
All the girls pass the weed to ya motherf**kin` man
Get em high
Now, I ain`t never tell you to put down ya hands
Keep em high
And if ya losin` yo high then smoke again
Keep em high