The Show Goes On Lyrics by Lupe Fiasco

The Show Goes On Lyrics


    feat. JR Get Money

    [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

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