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Higher

by Q-tip


Take you (higher)
Hit you (higher)
Make you (higher)
Hit you (higher)
Take you (higher)

I don´t know what to make of this
Funny brothers on my nerves type ridiculous
I guess I really gotta do it
Put my game down
?????? fucking blew it
Put my name down
And it seems you fucked up like a drug deal gone wrong
Figured out a lot, you won´t be that way long
Plus, you niggas is bush leaguers
And I bet y´all ain´t get no bush either
My hood dogs sing songs of rejection and pain
If we get sunshine, it´s followed up by rain
Like to lay your jig down and get a blessing of brains
My man???? so he stressing your chain
We see the ´morrow through the shades of it might not come
Got to get it all now ´cause we might be done
Matrix, nigga (nigga...), you looking at the one
Fortified with a bonafide blastin´ of a gun
We in the space for positionin´
Money and illiciting
Living out our lives while certain cats just lookin´ in
We bewildered off the sacks and the green
Whether the bay, L.A., or Chicago or Queens
You better raise your game
They comin´ at you high
You better raise your game
Don´t ask no questions why, nigga
Then speak figuratively, I mean this shit
And speak literally, you in some shit

(Higher) take you
(Higher) hit you
(Higher) make you
(Higher) hit you
(Higher)

I dominate flows
I dominate shows
And, in the nightime our dominance grows
And, you could see from the posture I´m holding
Yo, I´m???? up while the rest is folding
A hip hop cat who´s flown world wide and
Experience, adventures like poseidon
Bunk heads with r and b chicks
Give ´em one hit joints and they lookin´ for the remix
The shit that I spit like plain clothes days
Surprised you legit make your whole team freeze
I´m so irregular
Ear on the cellular
Let´s celebrate ´cause your man is a hell of a
Fillin´ the blank with a good thing to fill in
We hold it still ´cause we walkin´ with still (chance, chains???)
Blindsided up in your own reality
While we in the heat of the moment, fuck morality
I really wanna see you rise to my joint ma (ma)
I´m lookin´ straight don´t see your eyes get my point ma (ma)
However you do it, I´m doing you back
Yo, don´t misconstrue it, ´cause I´m screwing it back
Yo, rappers better count my presence as they down time
I gotta move around, don´t have no fuck around time
So, you better just get on back
just (incoherent scats) abst´act

Aiyo, (higher) take you
(Higher) hit you
(Higher) make you
(Higher) hit you
(Higher.........)

Uh, uh...higher......we gettin´ higher
Yeah.....higher......

Yo, one more time
I don´t know what to make of this
Funny brothers on my nerves type ridiculous
I guess I really gotta do it
Put my game down
???? fuckin´ blew it
Put my name down
And it seems you fucked up like a drug deal gone wrong
Makin´ out a lot, you won´t be that way long
Yeah yeah, plus, y´all niggas is bush leaguers
And I bet y´all ain´t gettin´ no bush either
And I bet y´all ain´t gettin´ no a-hoop either
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