Kanye West]
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
 [bad word] (Kanye West):]
Now, throw your [bad word] hands
GET 'EM HIGH
All the girls pass the weed to your [bad word] man
GET 'EM HIGH
Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands
KEEP 'EM HIGH
And if your losing your high than smoke again
KEEP 'EM HIGH

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
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 hella problems
Still I, built up the nerve to drop my [bad word] up outta college
My teacher said I'm a loser, I told her why don't you kill me
I give a [bad word] 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 it was bashfull but this [bad word] s flow will bash a skull
And I will, cut your girl like Pastor Troy
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're [bad word] That's why we hear your music in fast forward
'cause we don't wanna here that weak [bad word] no more
 [bad word] (Kanye West)]

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Now who the [bad word] is this?
E-mailing me at 11:26, telling me that she 36-26, plus double You know how girls on black planet be when they get bubbly
At NYU but she hail from Kansas, right now she just lampin, 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 screensaver 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)
you Kwe, she don't believe me, please pickup the line
She's gonna think that I'm lying, just spit a couple of lines
Then maybe I'll be able to give her [bad word] all the time, and get her high

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
Yeah, I can't believe this [bad word] 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 [bad word] to blow you trying to blow back south
Well OK, you twisted my arm, I'll assist with the charm, aiyyo
Ain't you meet that chick at the conference with your mom?
And she's the bomb, boy she got the bouj behavior
Always got somethin to say like an OK player hater
Anyway, I don't usually [bad word] with the internet
Birth Controls stuck to they arm like Nicorette
You really [bad word] that much, you trying to get off cigarettes
And she think it's fly, she ain't met a real [bad word] yet
I apologize if [bad word] off a little inconsiderate
I got the Bubble Kush and a sister could get a hit of it

[Verse [bad word] 
Get 'em high like noon, or the moon or room filled with smoke
high filled with dope
You all assumed I was doomed, out of tune, but I still feel the notes
The real [bad word] quotes
Real rappers is hard to find, like a remote control, rap is not a
Used too but still got love, that's why I abuse you who are not thugs
Rock clubs, it's like Tiger, Woods in the hood, to have my own reality show
Called Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, niggas in you
You're a [bad word] 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 to y 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 popular
Twelve thousand spins, nobody g