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, 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 I'm 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 'til 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 o' necessities they not givin' me

I put my body in jeopardy 'cause I'm committed

Even though they try to stifle ya man' creativity

They got hopes and plans o' 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: 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, 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 2: Common]

I remember the show like Doug E., 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

Through the night, for every wrong making two 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

One, two, it's live, so you can't undo

No sleep, 'cause then ya dreams won't come true

And everyone's like a broad that we run through

Each venue, this ain't gon' stop, so we just gon' continue

[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, 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 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, 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 heartbeat is 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 now, they prob'ly never know

[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, 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

[Outro: Dice Raw]

The show

The show