Cool and incredible. But damn they skipped his verse about how he got a girl who's been chilling on campus who sent him a picture with her feelings on candice, who said her favorite rapper was the late great Francis.
I miss the old Kanye, straight from the Go Kanye Chop up the soul Kanye, set on his goals Kanye I hate the new Kanye, the bad mood Kanye The always rude Kanye, spaz in the news Kanye I miss the sweet Kanye, chop up the beats Kanye I gotta say, at that time I'd like to meet Kanye See, I invented Kanye, it wasn't any Kanyes And now I look and look around and there's so many Kanyes I used to love Kanye, I used to love Kanye I even had the pink polo, I thought I was Kanye What if Kanye made a song about Kanye Called "I Miss The Old Kanye"? Man, that'd be so Kanye That's all it was Kanye, we still love Kanye And I love you like Kanye loves Kanye
I am the copy paste mannnnnn Uh-uh, I'm tryin to catch the beat Uh, I'm tryin to catch the beat I'm tryin to catch the beat, uh-uh, uh-uh I'm tryin to catch the beat N-now, th-th-throw your motherfucking hands Get 'em high All the girls pass the weed to your motherfucking man Get 'em high Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands Keep 'em high And if you're losing your high, then smoke again Keep 'em high (n-n-n-now) My flow is in the pocket like wallets, I got the bounce like hydraulics I can't call it, I got the swerve like alcoholics My freshman year I was going through hella problems 'Til I built up the nerve to drop my ass up out of college My teacher said I was a loser, I told her, "Why don't you kill me?" I give a fuck 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 Chi that you thought I was bashful But this bastard's flow will bash your 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 asking for Why you think, me and Dame cool? We assholes That's why we hear your music and fast forward 'Cause we don't wanna hear that weak shit no more N-now, th-th-throw your motherfucking hands Get 'em high All the girls pass the weed to your motherfucking man Get 'em high Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands Keep 'em high And if you're losing your high, then smoke again Keep 'em high (n-n-n-n-now) N-now who the hell is this E-mailing me at 11:26 Telling me that she 36-26, plus double-d You know how girls on Black Planet be when they get bubbly At NYU but she hail from Kansas Right now she just lamping, chilling on campus Sent me a picture with her feeling on Candice Who said her favorite rapper was the late great Francis W-H-I-T, it's getting 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 lying?) Yo Kwe, she don't believe me, please pick up the line She gon' think that I'm lying, just spit a couple of lines Then maybe I'll be able to give her dick all the time, and get her high (Yeah) ow I can't believe this nigga use my name for picking up dimes But never mind, I need some tracks, you trying to pull tracks out And my rhymes is finna blow, you trying to blow backs out Well, okay, you twisted my arm, I'll assist with the charm Ayo, ain't you meet that chick at that conference with your moms? Her sister the bomb, but she got the bougie behavior Always got something to say like a OkayPlayer-hater Anyways, I don't usually fuck with the Internet Or chicks with birth control stuck to they arm like Nicorette You really fucking that much or trying to get off cigarettes If she think it's fly, she ain't met a real nigga yet (no) I apologize if I come off a little inconsiderate I got the Bubba Kush and her sister could get a hit of it, yeah Get 'em high like noon, or the moon or a room filled with smoke A hype-filled with dope Y'all assumed I was doomed, out of tune, but I still fill the notes With real nigga quotes Real rappers is hard to find, like a remote, control rap is out of Used to, but still got love, that's why I abuse you who are not thugs Rock club like Tiger Woods in the hood Should have my own reality show called "Soul Survivor" I stole on live-er niggas than you You's 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 Marsha's 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 pro-ducers is populer 12 thousand spins, nobody got to coppin' a Album, how come you the hot garbage of The year? It's clear your image is looped up Label got you souped up, telling you you sick When 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 nigga Read the infa-red across your head, I'm bred king like Simba Bolder than Denver, I ain't a mad rapper just a emcee with a temper You dancing for money like Honey, I did this my way So when the industry crash, I survive like Kanye Spitting through wires and fires, emcees retiring Got your hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then N-now, th-th-throw your motherfucking hands Get 'em high All the girls pass the weed to your motherfucking man Get 'em high Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands Keep 'em high And if you're losing your high, then smoke again Keep 'em high
This is a pretty dope remix. Get Em High (Remix) - SoundCloud Listen to Get Em High (Remix) by Ficus Elastica #np on #SoundCloud soundcloud.com/ficuselastica/get-em-high-remix
What are the white guys doing in the background like back-up singers??? They never do anything besides bob back n forth (That's the white version of dancing)