Put Em Up Lyrics - Food & Liquor Ii - 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 Ringlings 

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 

Mean something 

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 

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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 

High 

High 

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 Ginkgo when we used to play bingo 

Used to be in awe with the pushers and the pimps own 

Now I flip cars like the ribs on the Flintstones 

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 Karrine dome 

That mean I went to Disney World and you just went home 

It's Lupe and I ain't from there 

But they root for the away 

Yeah they stunned there 

Beautifully I play 

Gatorade the coach and tubas need to play now 

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

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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 

High 

High 

High 

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

Ferrari 'bout as red as when Carrie was the prom queen 

Think outside the box like Larry Merchant, Don King 

A glacier in Jamaica or a penguin out in Palm Springs 

Yeah, keep em in the air like a swan wing 

And Imma keep it magic as a Harry Potter wand swing 

And my little shop with my terracotta pot 

You be talkin' bout your kush, you should come and hear my lawn sing 

So put them up like a robbery 

A Derrick Rose lob to me 

And watch 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, locked Johnny in a locker see 

Shock is the only thing that 2Pac is toppin' me 

Hot as rocket bottoms or Kilauea lava be 

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 

High 

High 

High