Artist: Evidence f/ Ras Kass, Raekwon Album: Cats & Dogs Song: The Red Carpet Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [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) [Evidence] 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 (..by 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" C'mon~! [Chorus: cuts and scratches by DJ Revolution] "Pass me a mic and roll down.." <- Lord Finesse "...the red carpet!" [Raekwon] 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 [Chorus] [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 [Chorus] (Everywhere we go, just roll it out)