Artist: The Roots f/ Common, Dice Raw Album: Rising Down Song: The Show Typed by: d.m.bamford@gmail.com [Hook: Dice Raw] - repeat 2x 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 [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 that 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 born 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 plans and hopes of gettin' rid of me I hit 'em like Ethiopia hit up Italy Swift than the bullet than killed King and Kennedy You know the battle is off in infinity now [Hook] - repeat 2x [Verse 2 - Common] I remember The Show, like (?), 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 sin of Chicago The make 'em wanna mess with my tomorrow In these borrowed days It's 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 (?), this ain't gonn' stop so we just gonn' continue [Hook] - repeat 2x [Verse 3 - Black Thought] The Ernest Hemingway of B-boy poems They can never take the pen away and leave Roy Jones pushing a black, you(?) 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 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 Lyricial 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] - repeat 2x [Dice Raw] The Show The Show