"The Show (Must Go On)" lyrics - THE ROOTS

THE ROOTS

"The Show (Must Go On)"

feat. Common & Dice Raw

[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 a 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 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

[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
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

[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 heart beat 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 know, they prob'ly never know

[Outro: Dice Raw]
The show
The show