Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Red Carpet feat. Raekwon & Ras Kass, artist - Evidence. Album song Cats & Dogs, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.09.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
The Red Carpet feat. Raekwon & Ras Kass |
I set it off in the sunny distance, no days existed |
My patience led the way until the greatest love listened to me |
I used to play the witness, wait in the trenches |
It’s like the 6th man, sits on different benches |
It’s hard squeezing life in a sentence |
And if I do, roll carpet with the red tint |
My entrance is 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 |
Sky blessed, the land of the brave |
Understand where I stand, my hand is made |
From BR Double-O KLYN, the planet |
Family landed, managed to raise the man that I became |
Panic on my first campaign |
But when the words fell to place, I was certain to reign |
I hit the purple, then step in the circle and start flexin' |
Weatherman invented, now storms change directions |
Portions of my proceeds is feeding 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 putting people on |
They on welfare, you got healthcare |
They used to have their priorities elsewhere |
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 |
Driven by a better living, a place to raise kids in |
So I think like I rule the world |
On the brink of something bigger, building schools |
For boys and girls |
The thought of home gets me out of my bed |
I said you got the tools? |
Get them shits up out of the shed. |
C’mon! |
I’m like the indispit of rhyming |
The Jack Dempsey emcee |
All my shit customed out |
eventually |
Money is made, fly blades |
A woman with brains, will help a black nigga reign |
My lifestyle’s a prowler |
A rich loaner, owner |
Used to pump at coffees shops |
Had my bitch who sell with me rolling up |
Fly ass and still classy |
Asking questions like «Why you wait on that glass? |
Why would you splash me? |
«Yo, it’s only nigga shit |
I’m a teach you like how I was taught too |
Hold the phone, Ward 2 |
Seeing all kinds of grey fossils |
Colossal juice, pick the house, act fly |
I got you. |
No need to walk backwards |
Fuck with the taxes |
I speak credibility, the story to masses |
Yo, a diplomatic winner, Nik boots |
A scully good denim jean on and one rental |
They say you only live once, I disagree |
You only live twice: your life enable your seed |
So I lead on whacks and feed em the deeds |
So when I die they got a foundation on my publishing B |
Plus the words that I speak, here’s my family jewels |
It ain’t all blood diamonds, but like experienced fools |
And I be rhyming cool, but my philosophy’s deep |
Like a Dear John letter, so read em and weep |
And the wolf smells blood: you can feed em to me |
But I’m a Lycan underworld, you can meet in the street |
Draw heat, but what happened to peace? |
He got a Dirty Sanchez, like what happened to Screech |
Jesus, diarrhea’s — I mean holy shit |
Christ on a cracker, that’s just how we spit |
Communion: had the wine, make the sign of the cross |
And I will live in the past, chalk it up as a loss |
Went from «please listen to my demo! |
«To stretch limo |
To the penn in a cell watching Eminem on Jimmy Kimmel |
But I can’t go out like Timbo slice |
Like Geena Korrano, 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 gets the worm, but the hawk gets the bird… |