Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Show, artist - The Roots. Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Show |
| 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 rock |
| 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 rock the show |
| 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? |
| Feed 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 of necessities they not givin' me |
| I put my body in jeopardy 'cause I’m committed |
| Even though they try to stifle your man creativity |
| They got hopes and plans of 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 off to 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 rock |
| 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 rock the show |
| I remember The Show like Doug E. where people quiet was ugly |
| Yellin', «Get money», now we’re showin', we’re dummy |
| Still doin' shows where the spots be bummy |
| Roaches in the dressin' 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, makin' 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 with my tomorrow |
| In these borrowed days, the rhyme and the mind that pays |
| The world is a show, you define your stage |
| One, two, it’s live so you can’t undo |
| No sleep 'cause then your dreams won’t come true |
| And every one’s like a broad that we run through |
| Each finger, this ain’t gonn' stop so we just gonn' continue |
| 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 rock |
| 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 rock the show |
| The Ernest Hemingway of B-boy poems |
| They can never take the pen away and leave Roy Jones |
| Pushing a black in a new time zone |
| Nigga knowin' every nuance wit' 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 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 |
| 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 rock |
| 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 rock the show |
| The show, the show |