Artist: Lupe Fiasco f/ JR Get Money Album: Lasers Song: The Show Goes On Typed by: PDog1217@aol.com [Intro - Lupe Fiasco - talking] La-sers, yeah, yeah (Kane is in the building nigga) (Yeah! Let's go) [Chorus - JR Get Money] - 2X - w/ ad libs Alright, already the show goes on All night, 'til the morning, we dream so long Anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun up Just remember when it come up, the show goes on [Verse 1 - Lupe Fiasco] Have you ever had the feeling that you was bein had? Don’t that shit there make you mad? They treat you like a slave Put chains all on your soul and put whips up on your back They be lyin through they teeth, hope you slip up off your path I don’t switch up, I just laugh Put my kicks up on they desk (yeah) Unaffected by they threats (threats) Then get busy on they ass See that’s how that Chi-Town made me That’s how my daddy raised me Like glitterin may not be gold, don’t let nobody play me If you are my homeboy, you'll never have to pay me Go on and put your hands up, when times is hard you stand up L-U-P the man 'cause, a brand that the fans trust So even if they ban us, they’ll never slow my plans up [Chorus] - w/ ad libs [Verse 2 - Lupe Fiasco] One in the air for the people that ain’t here Two in the air for the father that’s there Three in the air for the kids in the ghetto Four for the kids that don’t wanna be there None for the niggaz tryin to hold 'em back Five in the air for the teacher not scared To tell those kids that's livin in the ghetto that the niggaz holdin back that the world is theirs Yeah, yeah, the world is yours, I was once that little boy Terrified of the world, now I’m on a world tour I will give up everythin, even start a World War For these ghetto girls and boys, I'm rappin 'round the world for Africa to New York, Haiti then I detour Oakland out to Auckland, Gaza Strip to Detroit Say hip-hop only destroy, tell 'em look at me boy I hope your son don’t have a gun and never be a D-boy [Chorus] - w/ ad libs [Verse 3 - Lupe Fiasco] So no matter what you've been through, no matter what you into No matter what you see, when you look outside your window Brown grass or green grass, picket fence or barbed wire Never ever put them down, you just lift your arms higher Raise 'em 'til your arms tired, let 'em know you there That you strugglin, survivin, that you gon' persevere Yeah, ain’t nobody leavin, nobody goin home Even if they turn the lights out, the show is goin on (alright!) [Chorus] - w/ ad libs