
The Show (Must Go On) The Roots (Ft. Common & Dice Raw)
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[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
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
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