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The show, the show, it must go on |
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The show, the show, it must go on |
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I can't stop, I won't stop |
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I will not, I will rock |
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The show, the show, it must go on |
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The show, the show, it must go on |
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I can't stop, I won't stop |
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I will not, I will rock the show |
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Uh, and I'm still the one |
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Am I a poet or a prophet or a stone to build upon? |
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And what's the reason I still perform? Feed my children on |
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How I'm on a hustle from dusk 'till dawn |
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Where all the love and the trust is gone |
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My eyes wider than a baby that just was born |
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Fightin' a war they ain't pay me enough to join |
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Behind a phrase they was crazy enough to coin |
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You kiddin' me? The pursuit of happiness, life, liberty |
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And all type of necessities they not givin' me |
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I put my body in jeopardy 'cause I'm committed |
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Even though they try to stifle your man creativity |
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They got hopes and plans of gettin' rid of me |
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I hit 'em like Ethiopia hit up Italy |
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Swift as the bullet that killed King and Kennedy |
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You know the battle is off to infinity now |
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The show, the show, it must go on |
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The show, the show, it must go on |
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I can't stop, I won't stop |
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I will not, I will rock |
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The show, the show, it must go on |
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The show, the show, it must go on |
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I can't stop, I won't stop |
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I will not, I will rock the show |
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I remember The Show like Doug E. where people quiet was ugly |
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Yellin', "Get money", now we're showin', we're dummy |
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Still doin' shows where the spots be bummy |
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Roaches in the dressin' room, I'm thinkin' of a better room |
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Maybe The Upper, where my people won't suffer |
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The leather gets tougher, we drive like a trucker through the night |
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For every wrong, makin' two rights |
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And use mics to reach new heights, the blue lights |
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Follow, I guess it's the scent of Chicago |
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That make 'em wanna mess with my tomorrow |
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In these borrowed days, the rhyme and the mind that pays |
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The world is a show, you define your stage |
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One, two, it's live so you can't undo |
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No sleep 'cause then your dreams won't come true |
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And every one's like a broad that we run through |
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Each finger, this ain't gonn' stop so we just gonn' continue |
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The show, the show, it must go on |
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The show, the show, it must go on |
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I can't stop, I won't stop |
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I will not, I will rock |
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The show, the show, it must go on |
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The show, the show, it must go on |
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I can't stop, I won't stop |
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I will not, I will rock the show |
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The Ernest Hemingway of B-boy poems |
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They can never take the pen away and leave Roy Jones |
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Pushing a black [Incomprehensible] in a new time zone |
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Nigga knowin' every nuance wit' two eyes closed |
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The life I chose, more of a mission |
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I make a crowd convulse and act on impulse and intuition |
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I've seen the future, listen, believe the superstition |
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I keep spittin' 'til it's a truce or crucifixion |
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I'm at home in the pressure zone, weakness is never shown |
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Let alone I'm a man made of mere flesh and bone |
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I can't help that my heart beat as a metronome |
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And I've acquired a taste that's upper echelon |
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Lyrical professional, maniac megalo |
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Plate in my head that spin the way the record go |
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And break it down like it's the walls of Jericho |
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If they don't know by know they prob'ly never know |
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The show, the show, it must go on |
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The show, the show, it must go on |
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I can't stop, I won't stop |
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I will not, I will rock |
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The show, the show, it must go on |
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The show, the show, it must go on |
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I can't stop, I won't stop |
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I will not, I will rock the show |
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The show, the show |
