The Show (Must Go On)

[Hook: Dice Raw] The Show The Show It Must Go On The Show The Show It Must Go On I Can't Stop I Won't Stop I Will Not I Will Ride The Show [Verse 1: Black Thought] Uh And Im still the one Am I a poet or a prophet, or a stone to build upon And what's the reason I still perform, feeding my children on How I'm on a hustle from dusk till dawn Where all the love and the trust is gone My eyes wider than a baby that just was born Fightin a war they ain't pay me enough to join Behind a phrase they was crazy enough to coin You kiddin me? The pursuit of happiness, life, Liberty And all type a necessities they not givin me I put my body in jeopardy Cuz im committed Even though they try to stifle ya man creativity They got hopes and plans a gettin rid of me I hit em like ethiopia hit up Italy Swift as the bullet that killed King and Kennedy You know the battle is on for infinity, now [Hook] [Verse 2: Common] I remember the show Like dougie When people quiet was ugly Yellin get money Now the show done went dummy Still doin shows where the spots be bummy Roaches in the dressing room I'm thinkin of a better room Maybe the upper where my people won't suffer The leather gets tougher we drive like a trucker Thru the night For every wrong makin 2 rights And use mics to reach new heights, the blue lights Follow I guess it's the scent of Chicago That make em wanna mess em up tomorrow In these borrowed days The rhyme and the mind that pays The world is a show you define ya stage 1, 2 Its live so you can't undo No sleep cuz then ya dreams won't come true And everyone's like a broad that we run thru Each venya This ain't gon stop so we just gon continya [Hook] [Verse 3: Black Thought] The Ernest Hemmingway of B-Boy poems They can never take the pen away of LeRoi Jones Pushin' a black Yukon gold in a new time zone Diggin' on every nuance with two eyes closed The life I chose is more of a mission I make a crowd convulse and act on impulse and intuition I've seen the future, listen, believe the superstition I keep spittin' 'til it's a truce or crucifixion I’m at home in the pressure zone, weakness is never shown Let alone I'm a man made of mere flesh and bone I can't help that my heart beat as a metronome And I've acquired a taste that's upper echelon Lyrical professional, maniac megalo Plate in my head that spin the way the record go And break it down like it's the walls of Jericho If they don't know by know they prob'ly never know (Hook)