Put 'Em Up - Lupe Fiasco

Put one in the air like the king’s son

For the heir to the kingdom

That means I’mma be the king once the king done

If he don’t wanna leave then I might have to guillotine him

I sing some but I rap a lot like the king’s son

Microphone checker all across the board you should king him

Diamond mine my mind make princesses like king cum

Every second worth of thinking

Is enough to fill three rings like ring lungs?

That’s how I kept it on the air is like a re-run

And kept the kings comin in obscene sums

You see for me it’s life or death like a king thumb

That’s why I don’t play when I relay like a team run

And treat every single day like a scene one

Outlook on life like I ain’t never seen none

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 up

Go on and get your hands up high

Post coast to coast gotta dose of every lingo

The latest famous 80's baby like the dingo

Who evaded pushing daisies, dodge bullets like Remo

Remember like ginko when we used to play bingo

Used to be in awe with the pushas and the pimps oh

Now I flip cars like the ribs on the Flinstones

Haters got mad and as sensitive as shinbones

Had a Goodyear and my intention is to blimp on

Even if I’m injured I’m gonna limp into the end zone

From game one to the super like we’re in dome

That mean I went to Disneyworld and you just went home

It’s Lupe and I ain’t from there

But they root for the away

Yeah they stunt there

Gatorade the coach and tubas need to play now

Usually I stay, put em on the roof with more truth for me to say

The laboratory happy for me cause I’m back with my belongings

Ferrari 'bout as red

Carrie

Think outside the box like Larry Merchant, Don King

The glacier in Jamaica

a penguin out in Palm Springs

Yeah, keep em in the air like a swan wing

And Im’a keep it magic as a Harry Potter wand swing

And my little shop with my Terry Cotter pot

You be talkin' bout your kush, you should come and here my 'larm sing

So put them up like a robbery

A Derrick Rose lob to me

And which and see I alley-oop it properly

Football or volley-b, hock-el-y, or sock-el-y

You just get the rock to me

Try and put me down like Gaddafi over Lockerbie

I’ll lock you in a locker b

Like Bruce Leroy, like Johnny in a locker see

Shock is the only thing that 2Pac is toppin me

Hottest rockin bottoms or kill em where your lava be