Get 'em High
kanye west Lyrics


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I'm trying to catch the beat, uh
I'm trying to catch the beat
I'm trying to catch the beat, uh, uh, uh
I'm trying to catch the beat

Now, thr-thr-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 ya losing yo' high than smoke again (keep 'em high)

N-n-n-now, my flow
Is in the pocket like wallets, I got the bounce like hydrolics
I can't call it, I got the swerve like alcoholics
My freshman year I was going through hell, a problems
Still I, built up the nerve to drop my ass up outta college
My teacher said I's a loser, I told her why don't you kill me
I give a fuck if you feel me, I'm gonna follow
My heart, and if you follow the charts, or 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 asking fo'
Why you think, me and Dame cool, we assholes
That's why we here your music in fast fo'
Cause we don't want to here that weak shit no mo'

Now, thr-thr-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 ya losing yo' high than smoke again (Keep 'em high!)

Now now now now now who the hell is this
E-mailing me at 11:26, tellin' me that she 36-26,
Plus double D you know how girls on black planet be when they get bubble E
At NYU but she hail from Kansas,
Right now she just lamping, chilling on campus
Sent me a picture with a 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 pickup the line
She goin' 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, I can't believe this nigga use my name for picking up dimes but
Get 'em high, I need some tracks you trying to pull tracks out
And my rhymes as fitting to blow you trying to blow backs out
Well OK, you twisted my arm, I'll assist with the charm, hey yo
Ain't you meet that chick that got friends with yo moms
And she's the bomb, boy she got the bougie behavior
Always got something to say like a okay playa 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, you trying to get off cigarettes
And she think it's fly, she ain't met a real nigga yet
I apologize if I come off a little inconsiderate
I got the bubble kush and a sister could get ahead 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
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 clubs like Tiger, Woods in the hood, to have my own reality show
Called Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, niggas 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, mug is to 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 copping her
Album, how come, you the hot garbager
The years clear your image and looped up
Label got you suped up, telling 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 nigga
Read the infa', red across your head I'm bread king like Simba
Bolder then Denver, I ain't a Madd 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 yo hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then

Now, thr-thr-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 ya losing yo' high than smoke again (keep 'em high)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Kanye West's song Get 'Em High is a perfect example of the rapper's ability to use witty wordplay while also addressing serious themes in his music. The first verse of the song is all about catching the beat, and this can easily be interpreted as a metaphor for trying to find rhythm in life. Kanye West is essentially saying that he is trying to find his place in the world and catch the beat of life. The chorus of the song, "Get 'em high," can be interpreted in a few different ways. On one level, it is a reference to smoking weed and getting high, but on another, it could be interpreted as a call to action; a call to get people excited, motivated, and inspired.


In the second verse, Kanye West talks about his struggles in college and how he dropped out to pursue music. He also touches on the fact that people didn't believe in him and called him a loser, but he persevered and followed his heart. The third verse of the song introduces another theme, that of trying to pick up girls. Kanye West talks about receiving an email from a girl and trying to impress her by dropping some famous rapper's names. However, the girl doesn't believe him, and he has to spit some rhymes to prove himself.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm trying to catch the beat, uh
I'm attempting to follow and ride the rhythm of the instrumental


Now, thr-thr-throw your motherfucking hands (Get 'em high!)
Put your hands up in excitement and participation


All the girls pass the weed to your motherfucking man (Get 'em high!)
Women, please pass the cannabis to your male partner to escalate your high


Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands (Keep 'em high!)
Don't lower your hands and keep the energy going strong


And if ya losing yo' high than smoke again (Keep 'em high!)
If you're losing your buzz, take another puff to get elevated once again


My freshman year I was going through hell, a problems
During my first year in college, I was dealing with many unpleasant issues


Still I, built up the nerve to drop my ass up outta college
Despite that, I courageously decided to withdraw from college


My teacher said I's a loser, I told her why don't you kill me
My educator labeled me as a failure, so I sarcastically challenged her to end my life


I give a fuck if you feel me, I'm gonna follow My heart
I honestly don't care if you agree with me or not, I will always prioritize my desires


And if you follow the charts, or to the plaques or the stacks
If you base your success off of charts, awards, or money


You ain't gotta guess who's back, you see
You don't need to wonder who has returned to the music scene


I'm so shy that you thought it was bashful but this Bastard's flow will bash a skull
My introverted persona might lead to the perception of me being timid, but my rap abilities are powerful enough to wreck opponents


And I will Cut your girl like Pastor Tro'
I will smoothly and successfully attract and seduce your significant other


And I don't, usually smoke but pass the 'dro
Typically, I do not consume marijuana but this time, please share it with me


And I won't, give you that money that you asking fo'
I will not provide you with money that you're pleading for


Why you think, me and Dame cool, we assholes
The reason why Damon and I are friendly is that we both embody abrasive personalities


That's why we here your music in fast fo'
That's why, we're in a rush to fast-forward through your music


E-mailing me at 11:26, tellin' me that she 36-26, Plus double D
I received a message at 11:26 PM from a woman disclosing her body measurements


You know how girls on black planet be when they get bubble E At NYU but she hail from Kansas,
You're aware of how women on Black Planet social network act when they become inebriated. This woman is attending NYU but originates from Kansas


Sent me a picture with a feeling on Candice Who said her favorite rapper was the late great Francis
She sent me a photo of herself along with an emotion displayed on her face, and mentioned that her preferred musician is the late Francis


W-H-I-T, it's getting late mami, your screen saver say tweet So you got to call me
It's getting late, my dear, your screen saver alerts you with a tweet, which means it's time to give me a call


And bring a friend for my friend His name Kweli (You mean Talib, lyric sticks to your rib)
Also, please bring along a companion for my buddy whose name is Kweli. (You mean Talib, who is a skilled lyricist)


Yo Kwe', she don't believe me, please pickup the line She goin' think that I'm lying
Hey Kweli, she doesn't trust me, so can you please take the call. She's going to believe that I'm deceiving her


Just spit a couple of lines Then maybe I'll be able to give her dick all the time, and get her high
If you just rap a few bars, maybe I'll be able to have sexual intercourse with her frequently and get her intoxicated


Yeah, I can't believe this nigga use my name for picking up dimes but Get 'em high, I need some tracks
I can't believe this man is using my name to acquire women, but let's focus on elevating the mood with some music


You trying to pull tracks out And my rhymes as fitting to blow you trying to blow backs out
You're attempting to craft excellent instrumentals. Meanwhile, my verses are capable of impressively impacting the listeners


Well OK, you twisted my arm, I'll assist with the charm, hey yo
Fine, you have persuaded me to cooperate with the charisma for the project


Ain't you meet that chick that got friends with yo moms And she's the bomb
Haven't you met the woman that has connections with your mother? She's tremendously attractive


Boy she got the bougie behavior Always got something to say like a okay playa hater
That girl has a snobbish personality and continuously criticizes others like a jealous competitor


Anyways, I don't usually fuck with the internet Or chicks with birth control stuck to they arm like Nicorette
Anyway, I generally don't get intimate with women from the internet, or those who have contraceptive implants in their arms


You really fucking that much, you trying to get off cigarettes And she think it's fly, she ain't met a real nigga yet
You're having intercourse frequently to help stop your cigarette addiction. And she regards it as cool, however, she hasn't encountered a genuine man like myself


I apologize if I come off a little inconsiderate
I'm sorry if I seem rude or inattentive


I got the bubble kush and a sister could get ahead of it
I currently possess high-quality marijuana that could put a woman in a delightful mood


Get em high like noon, or the moon or room filled with smoke A high filled with dope
Let's blaze and become extremely high, similar to the intensity of daylight, the moonlight, or a space full of smoke. An elevated state filled with marijuana smoke


Y'all assumed I was doomed, out of tune, but I still feel the notes With real nigga quotes
Many presumed I was destined for failure, musically off-key, but I still find harmony with authentic observations and declarations


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
Actual talents in hip-hop are uncommon, difficult to locate, similar to missing remote controls. Those who pretend to be gangsters, I end up exploiting because I still have adoration for the true craft


Rock clubs like Tiger, Woods in the hood, to have my own reality show Called Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, niggas in you You'se a bitch
I perform at nightclubs like Tiger Woods dominates (or used to) at golf, with the purpose of having my own television program named 'Soul Survivor.' I consume all of the competitors, displaying dominance. You are weak


I got ones that are thicker than you
I have paper currency that is more considerable in thickness than you as a person


How could I ever let your words affect me, they say Hip-Hop is dead I'm here to resurrect me
How could I enable your expressions to influence me? Individuals claim that the hip-hop genre is deceased, but I plan to revive and rejuvenate myself and the culture


Mug is to sexy to even make songs like these That's why the raw don't know your name, like Alicia Keys
My face is attractive to create such unrefined tracks like this. That's why those who prefer raw, hard-hitting rap are not familiar with you, similar to the musician Alicia Keys


To many featured emcees, and producers is popular Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to copping her Album, how come, you the hot garbager
Numerous rap artists and popular producers are featured on your tracks, and still your album bounced around 12,000 times, but nobody bought it. Why is it produced as if it is hot garbage?


The years clear your image and looped up Label got you suped up, telling you you sick Man you a dick with a loose nut
As time passes, your persona remains obvious, despite attempts to alter your reputation. Your record company flatters you with praise, falsely suggesting that you have exceptional skills. In reality, you are a foolish person with imbecilic behavior


Video hard to watch like Medusa Even your club record need a booster Chimped up, with a pimp cup, illiterate nigga
Your music video is so horrendous it's like looking at Medusa. Furthermore, your club tracks are so lackluster, they necessitate enhancement. You act like a monkey while holding a cup like a pimp, and you're an uneducated individual


Read the infa', red across your head I'm bread king like Simba Bolder then Denver
I've studied the information located on your forehead, and have discerned it. I'm like a monarch of money, similar to Simba. I'm more courageous than Denver


I ain't a Madd Rapper just a emcee with a temper
I'm not a crazed rapper, but rather an emcee with a strong disposition


You dancing for money like honey, I did this my way
You are performing for monetary compensation like a prostitute, but I create music according to my own preferred style and methods


So when the industry crash, I survive like Kanye Spitting through wires and fires, emcees retiring Got yo hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then
Therefore, if the music industry experiences a downfall, I will persevere, similar to how Kanye West has kept his career thriving. I rap powerfully over various obstacles, sometimes amid controversy, causing competitors to give up. Please put your hands in the air and raise the energy even more




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Kanye Omari West, Talib Kweli Greene

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