Song | Put 'Em Up |
Artist | Lupe Fiasco |
Album | Food & Liquor II: The Great American Rap Album, Pt. 1 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Julian Bunetta/Larrance Dopson/Lupe Fiasco | |
作曲 : Julian Bunetta/Larrance Dopson/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 Come | |
Every second worth of thinking | |
Is enough to fill three rings like Ringling's | |
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 | |
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 oh | |
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 | |
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 ready as when Carrie was the prom queen | |
Think outside the box like Larry Merchant Don King | |
The glacier in Jamaica or 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 terracotta 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 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 Leeroy like Johnny in a locker see | |
Shocka Z the only thing that Tupac is toppin me | |
Hot as rocket bottoms or kill 'em where your 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 |
zuo ci : Julian Bunetta Larrance Dopson Lupe Fiasco | |
zuo qu : Julian Bunetta Larrance Dopson 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 Come | |
Every second worth of thinking | |
Is enough to fill three rings like Ringling' s | |
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 | |
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 oh | |
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 | |
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 ready as when Carrie was the prom queen | |
Think outside the box like Larry Merchant Don King | |
The glacier in Jamaica or 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 terracotta 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 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 Leeroy like Johnny in a locker see | |
Shocka Z the only thing that Tupac is toppin me | |
Hot as rocket bottoms or kill ' em where your 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 |
zuò cí : Julian Bunetta Larrance Dopson Lupe Fiasco | |
zuò qǔ : Julian Bunetta Larrance Dopson 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 Come | |
Every second worth of thinking | |
Is enough to fill three rings like Ringling' s | |
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 | |
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 oh | |
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 | |
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 ready as when Carrie was the prom queen | |
Think outside the box like Larry Merchant Don King | |
The glacier in Jamaica or 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 terracotta 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 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 Leeroy like Johnny in a locker see | |
Shocka Z the only thing that Tupac is toppin me | |
Hot as rocket bottoms or kill ' em where your 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 |