Get 'Em High ft. Gift of Gab Lyrics

The struggles prominent still feel the pressure that builds

The bottles bottomless

Bonded with my conglomerates modern minded an architect

Artisan with an honest breath

A man breaks

When he can't face the landscape with food on the fams plate

So stand straight

Build a fanbase that spans states

Love from a scarred heart faith in a handshake

It's genuine

If you fucking with a friend of mine

I'll minimize your enterprise

Never wise to sever ties better hide that bed of lies

Bet that I could recognize a devil in a fresh disguise

Second that I catch the eyes

They're trying to make my people less inclined to catch the sky

Why I slip the soul in every line and let it shine get em high

Throw ya mother fucking hands get em

This is a stick up

Y'all need to give up and start to lift up

And draft a picture

Having some vision

Sometimes it's looking like all of the passion is gone

I came to put a fire underneath the ass you sit on

Traveling through rhythms I'm here to rep the passionate ones

I never leave the pad I write on til I master the song

And we'll commence to kill emcees until the whackness is gone

I will remain with sporting and standing tall after the storm

Is over smash and get thrown out of the battlefield zone

There ain't no turning off my engine later after it's on

Maybe one day a younger army will come capture the throne

For now until that day approaches I won't pass the baton

They call me gab the gift of lyrical cataclysm

Who's never average with songs more like a savage with guns

Shooting the captions of the rapture that I have to perform

So all you rappers put your hands up its a massive stick up

Now get em high

Throw ya mother fucking hands get em

Get em high

Get em high

Get em high

Get em high