Lupe Fiasco - Put Em Up Lyrics
[Verse 1]Put one in the air like the king's sonFor the heir to the kingdomThat means I'mma be the king once the king doneIf he don't wanna leave then I might have to guillotine himI sing some but I rap a lot like the king's sonMicrophone checker all across the board you should king himDiamond mine my mind make princesses like king cumEvery second worth of thinkingIs enough to fill three rings like RinglingsThat's how I kept it on the air is like a re-runAnd kept the kings comin in obscene sumsYou see for me it's life or death like a king thumbMean somethingThat's why I don't play when I relay like a team runAnd treat every single day like a scene oneOutlook on life like I ain't never seen none[Hook]I keep my back to the past tell it bye (bye)Face to the future tell it hi (hi)Everything is super so is fly (fly)Come and stick the fans upGo on and get your hands up highHighHighHigh[Verse 2]Post coast to coast gotta dose of every lingoThe latest famous 80's baby like the dingoWho evaded pushing daisies, dodge bullets like RemoRemember like Ginkgo when we used to play bingoUsed to be in awe with the pushers and the pimps ownNow I flip cars like the ribs on the FlintstonesHaters got mad and as sensitive as shinbonesHad a Goodyear and my intention is to blimp onEven if I'm injured I'm gonna limp into the end zoneFrom game one to the super like Karrine domeThat mean I went to Disneyworld and you just went homeIt's Lupe and I ain't from thereBut they root for the awayYeah they stunned thereBeautifully I playGatorade the coach and tubas need to play nowUsually I stay, put em on the roof with more truth for me to say[Hook][Verse 3]The laboratory happy for me cause I'm back with my belongingsFerrari 'bout as red as when Carrie was the prom queenThink outside the box like Larry Merchant, Don KingThe glacier in Jamaica or a penguin out in Palm SpringsYeah, keep em in the air like a swan wingAnd Im'a keep it magic as a Harry Potter wand swingAnd my little shop with my terracotta potYou be talkin' bout your kush, you should come and hear my 'larm singSo put them up like a robberyA Derrick Rose lob to meAnd watch and see I alley-oop it properlyFootball or volley-b, hock-el-y, or sock-el-yYou just get the rock to meTry and put me down like Gaddafi over LockerbieI'll lock you in a locker bLike Bruce Leroy, like Johnny in a locker seeShock is the only thing that 2Pac is toppin meHot as rocket bottoms or kill em where your lava be[Hook]
