(Intro)
Ya know, I've been doin' this for a long time and, it's finally startin' to feel like, I'm gettin' to where I need to be, ya know, I feel like I'm on top, yeah

(Chorus)
Put 'em up now, put 'em up higher, things are lookin' up, travelin' skyward, now I'm on top, spittin' this fire, and makin' music, my friend, put 'em up now, put 'em up higher, things are lookin' up, travelin' skyward, now I'm on top, spittin' this fire, and I'ma do it again

(Verse 1)
This is scat rap, yeah, I'm talkin' shit, traveled up in the world and now I'm on top of it, like I just conquered it, with a puffed out chest, yes, the best is who you're now rockin' with, spittin' fire like I'm sippin' on kerosene, with more bang for your buck than Ron Jeremy, that's why these amateurs can't compare to me, their music's a joke, a song parody, fake thug image, you need a new look, ironic that you say you got a lot o' arms, ock, too puss, huh, I hold it down like a paperweight, you makin' techno pop, yeah, you play it safe, you on the radio, but I radiate, in the underground, where I aviate, yeah, so fly I'm a flight risk, so I'm on another plain when I write hits

(Chorus)
Put 'em up now, put 'em up higher, things are lookin' up, travelin' skyward, now I'm on top, spittin' this fire, and makin' music, my friend, put 'em up now, put 'em up higher, things are lookin' up, travelin' skyward, now I'm on top, spittin' this fire, and I'ma do it again

(Verse 2)
I got a dope flow, and I don't even smoke dro, my style's not good for the ozone, you wouldn't last long even if ya took a photo, 'cause your advertising sucks dick, no promo, I'm connected in music circles, C.M.J., but not the College Music Journal, just pass the mic, like Check Your Head, track three, and I'll start rapping and catchin' wreck, 'cause I represent like Illmatic, track nine, and put it down in every set, a hip hop head whose age is deceiving, done my homework, upgraded the teachings, learned from the past to give back to the current scene and won't stop 'til everyone's heard o' me, verbally I'm a beast to be reckoned with, that's who Christopher Michael Jensen is

(Chorus)
Put 'em up now, put 'em up higher, things are lookin' up, travelin' skyward, now I'm on top, spittin' this fire, and makin' music, my friend, put 'em up now, put 'em up higher, things are lookin' up, travelin' skyward, now I'm on top, spittin' this fire, and I'ma do it again

(Verse 3)
If you're the king then I'm placin' you in checkmate, 'cause the future's here like I made this in the next day, press play, and you'll see that I'm not in my right mind 'cause I'm stimulated in the left brain, my creativity's insane, I treat rappin' like Pac-Man, the Billy Mitchell of the game, soon as I spit the words out, so go ahead and make some noise like Merzbow, attackin' the track like I'm back with a vengeance, laughin' while craftin' with passion in excess, sellouts lack independence, I do it for the love with my tongue, every rap's like a French kiss, smashin' the records, acts of aggression enacted when odds are stacked up against us, school an emcee like the class was in session, so put your hands up like you're askin' a question

(Chorus)
Put 'em up now, put 'em up higher, things are lookin' up, travelin' skyward, now I'm on top, spittin' this fire, and makin' music, my friend, put 'em up now, put 'em up higher, things are lookin' up, travelin' skyward, now I'm on top, spittin' this fire, and I'ma do it again