[Hook] (x2) Alright, already, the show goes on All night, till the morning we dream so long Anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun go Just remember when you come up The show goes on [Verse 1]: I don't really give a damn about a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow if it's being on a billboard From the moment I saw Chali 2na rocking under the multi- colored lighting in concert at the Fillmore I'd k** for Punks and b-girls Never gonna matter I'll be spitting like a water cannon making waves I'm an orca, I recommend a parka you'll be feeling like you're in the front row at Sea World Gonna hike it till I make it, it's a good call Taking the mic and I spike it like a football Like a running back Like I'm under the gun but I'm never gonna crack Never could fall It's like I'm Arnold I'm Skinny but I'm picking up a barbell fine Gonna make it putting my pen to the paper poppin out a novel in a minute Like I'm R.L. Stine Gotta try because I got a fool's chance Grab the mic up at a middle school dance Take it from the DJ and I rap until they plug up out on me to stop it or until I get pantsed f** it, they can pull the plug I'm gonna kick it acapella, Dockers at my ankles, and I tell em what I'm feeling Even if nobody is listening I yell it to the ceiling and I celebrate the fact that I'm alive and I'm breathing