Put 'Em Up

## Song by Lupe Fiasco

"**Put 'Em Up**" is a song by Lupe Fiasco, released as the eighth track from his fourth studio album, *Food & Liquor II: The Great American Rap Album Pt. 1* (2012).

## Lyrics

**Lyrics**
[Verse 1]

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

[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 up

Go on and get your hands up high

High

High

High

[Verse 2]

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

[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 up

Go on and get your hands up high

High

High

High

[Verse 3]

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

[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 up

Go on and get your hands up high

High

High

High