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Artist: Evidence f/ Ras Kass, Raekwon  
Album:  Cats & Dogs
Song:   The Red Carpet
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[Intro: Congress Alley's "God Save America"]
All the signs of a dying nation, God save America
Just look arooooound and lead the traces
God, saves America

(ALC, chill out man, f'real)

I set it off in the sunny distance, no days existin
My patience let me wait 'til the greatest love listened to me
I used to play the witness, wait in the trenches
It's like the sixth man sits on different benches
It's hard squeezin life in a sentence
And if I do, roll carpet with the red tint
My entrance and what's between
When I exit, it's +Evidence+ left on the scene
Alchemist cut the record down, to the bone
and with a record like this I take the world by storm ( force!)
It's God bless the land of the brave
Understand where I stand, my hand is made
From B-R-double-O-K-lyn, +The Planet+
Family landed, managed to raise the man that I became
Panic on my first campaign
But when the words fell in place, I was certain to reign/rain
I lit the purple, then step in the circle and start flexin
(The Weatherman invented) Now storms change directions
Portions of my proceeds is feedin my homies now
I always shared pretty good for an only child
I was the baby boy, I could do no wrong
Now the role's reversed, I'm puttin people on
They on welfare, you got healthcare
and used to have their priorities elsewhere (It's funny)
I took rims and tires and traded them
For a ticket to an island, that's where I wrote this rhyming
Where I first saw my vision written
Briven by a better living, a place to raise kids in
So I think like I rule the world
On the brink of something bigger, buildin schools for boys and girls
The thought alone gets me out of my bed
I said, "You got them tools, get them shits up out of the shed" 

[Chorus: cuts and scratches by DJ Revolution]
"Pass me a mic and roll down.." <- Lord Finesse
"...the red carpet!" 

Aiyyo, I'm like the Emmitt Smith of rhyming, the Jack Dempsey emcee
All my shit customed out, hold the fort eventually
Money is made, fly blades 
A woman with brains'll help a black nigga reign 
My lifestyle's a prowler, a rich loaner, owner 
Used to pump in coffee shops, had my bitch Brazil with me rollin up
Fly ass, and still classy, askin questions like
"Why you weigh all that glass? Why would you splash me?"
(It's real talk, if you know what I'm talkin 'bout)
Yo, it's only nigga shit
I'ma teach you like how I was taught too, hold the fort, walk thru
Seein all kinds of grey fossils, colossal jewels 
Pick the house, act fly, I got you 
No need to walk backwards, fuck up the taxes
My street credibility is stronger than masses, yeah
Yo, a diplomatic winner, Nike boots
A skully good denim jean on, and one rent-up


[Ras Kass]
They say you only live once, I disagree
You only live twice, your life, can end thru your seed
So I, bleed on wax and feed 'em the deeds
So when I die, they got a foundation of my publishing, B
Plus the words that I speak, here's my family jewels
It ain't all blood diamonds, but life's experience tools
And I be rhymin cool, but my philosophy's deep
Like a Dear John letter, so read 'em and weep
And the wolves smells blood, you can feed 'em the meat
But I'm alike in Underworld, we can meet in the street
Draw heat, but what happened to peace?
He got a Dirty Sanchez, like what happened to Screech
Jesus diarrheas - I mean, holy shit~!
Christ on a cracker, that's just how we spit
Communion -- had the wine, made the sign of the cross
And I don't live in the past, chalk it up as a loss
Went from +Please Listen to my Demo!+, to stretch limo
to the pen in a cell watchin Eminem on Jimmy Kimmel
But I can't go out like Kimbo Slice, like Gina Carano 
I'm a cyborg determinate mano-a-mano 
Still Ronald McDonald - over one billion served
But it's up to me to get what I deserve
So I handle my biz and hustle harder than the norm
The early bird get the worm, but the hawk gets the birds


(Everywhere we go, just roll it out)