Lyrical Breakdown of Put 'Em Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Put 'Em Up" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Lupe Fiasco weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Put 'Em Up" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Lupe Fiasco employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
- Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Lupe Fiasco's narrative.
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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
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
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