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I'm like the Emmitt Smith of rhymin'\nThe Jack Dempsey emcee\nAll my sh- customed out\nHold the phone, eventually\n\nMoney is made, fly blades\nA woman with brains will help a black n- reign\nMy lifestyle's a prowler\nA rich loaner, owner\nUsed to pump at coffees shops\nHad my b- who sell with me rolling up\n\nFly a- and still classy\nAsking questions like, \"Why you wait on that glass?\nWhy would you splash me?\"\n\nYo, it's only n- sh-\nI'ma teach you like how I was taught too\nHold the phone, walkthrough\n\nSeeing all kinds of grey fossils\nColossal juice, pick the house, act fly\nI got you, no need to walk backwards\nF- with the taxes\nI speak credibility, the story to masses, yeah\n\nYo, a diplomatic winner, Nike boots\nA scully good denim jean on and one rental\n\nPass me a mic and roll down (the red carpet)\nPass me a mic and roll down (the red carpet)\n\nThey say you only live once, I disagree\nYou only live twice, your life and then through your seed\nSo I lead on whacks and feed 'em the deeds\nSo when I die they got a foundation on my publishing B\n\nPlus the words that I speak, here's my family jewels\nIt ain't all blood diamonds but like experienced fools\nAnd I be rhyming cool, but my philosophy's deep\nLike a Dear John letter, so read 'em and weep\n\nAnd the wolf smells blood, you can feed 'em to me\nBut I'm a Lycan underworld, you can meet in the street\nDraw heat, but what happened to peace?\nHe got a Dirty Sanchez, like what happened to Screech\n\nJesus, diarrheas', I mean holy sh-\nChrist on a cracker, that's just how we spit\nCommunion, had the wine, make the sign of the cross\nAnd I will live in the past, chalk it up as a loss\n\nWent from, \"Please, listen to my demo!\"\nTo stretch limo\nTo the pain in a cell watching Eminem on Jimmy Kimmel\n\nBut I can't go out like Kimbo Slice\nLike Geena Korrano, a cyborg determinate\nMano a mano, still Ronald McDonald\nOver one billion served\nBut it's up to me to get what I deserve\n\nSo I handle my biz and hustle harder than the norm\nThe early bird gets the worm, but the hawk gets the bird\n\nPass me a mic and roll down (the red carpet)\nPass me a mic and roll down (the red carpet)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.18] All the signs (all the signs)\n[00:02.51] Of a dying nation\n[00:05.57] God save America\n[00:11.59] Just look above (just look above)\n[00:14.99] See the traces\n[00:17.77] God save America\n[00:24.20] (Ras)\n[00:27.83] Chill out man, for real\n[00:30.01] God save America\n[00:40.12] I set it off in the sunny distance, no days existed\n[00:42.68] My patience led the way until the greatest love listened to me\n[00:45.80] I used to play the witness, wait in the trenches\n[00:48.45] It's like the 6th man, sits on different benches\n[00:51.96] It's hard squeezing life in a sentence\n[00:54.35] And if I do, roll carpet with the red tint\n[00:57.35] My entrance is what's between\n[01:00.18] When I exit, it's Evidence left on the scene\n[01:02.82] Alchemist cut the record down to the bone\n[01:05.93] And with a record like this, I take the world by storm\n[01:08.93] Sky blessed, the land of the brave\n[01:11.19] Understand where I stand, my hand is made\n[01:14.43] From BR double-O KLYN, the planet\n[01:17.61] Family landed, managed to raise the man that I became\n[01:21.42] Panic on my first campaign\n[01:23.13] But when the words fell to place, I was certain to reign\n[01:25.88] I hit the purple, then step in the circle and start flexin'\n[01:28.87] Weatherman invented, now storms change directions\n[01:31.85] Portions of my proceeds is feeding my homies now\n[01:34.40] I always shared pretty good for an only child\n[01:37.63] I was the baby boy, I could do no wrong\n[01:40.38] Now the role's reversed, I'm putting people on\n[01:43.56] They off welfare, you got healthcare\n[01:45.95] They used to have their priorities elsewhere\n[01:49.03] I took rims and tires and traded them\n[01:51.45] For a ticket to an island, that's where\n[01:53.64] I wrote this rhyming\n[01:54.71] Where I first saw my vision written\n[01:56.66] Driven by a better living, a place to raise kids in\n[02:00.57] So I think like I rule the world\n[02:02.81] On the brink of something bigger, building schools\n[02:05.29] For boys and girls\n[02:06.15] The thought of home gets me out of my bed\n[02:08.42] I said you got the tools?\n[02:09.83] Get them sh- up out of the shed, c'mon!\n[02:14.51] Pass me a mic and roll down (the red carpet)\n[02:20.47] Pass me a mic and roll down (the red carpet)\n[02:22.19] Hey yo! I'm like the Emmitt Smith of rhymin'\n[02:24.69] The Jack Dempsey emcee\n[02:26.40] All my sh- customed out\n[02:27.63] Hold the phone, eventually\n[02:29.03] Money is made, fly blades\n[02:30.98] A woman with brains will help a black n- reign\n[02:33.65] My lifestyle's a prowler\n[02:35.15] A rich loaner, owner\n[02:36.70] Used to pump at coffees shops\n[02:38.40] Had my b- who sell with me rolling up\n[02:40.53] Fly a- and still classy\n[02:42.48] Asking questions like, \"Why you wait on that glass?\n[02:45.16] Why would you splash me?\"\n[02:46.52] Yo, it's only n- sh-\n[02:48.41] I'ma teach you like how I was taught too\n[02:50.22] Hold the phone, walkthrough\n[02:51.99] Seeing all kinds of grey fossils\n[02:53.98] Colossal juice, pick the house, act fly\n[02:56.66] I got you, no need to walk backwards\n[02:59.24] F- with the taxes\n[03:00.21] I speak credibility, the story to masses, yeah\n[03:03.45] Yo, a diplomatic winner, Nike boots\n[03:06.01] A scully good denim jean on and one rental\n[03:11.98] Pass me a mic and roll down (the red carpet)\n[03:17.76] Pass me a mic and roll down (the red carpet)\n[03:20.08] They say you only live once, I disagree\n[03:22.44] You only live twice, your life and then through your seed\n[03:25.49] So I lead on whacks and feed 'em the deeds\n[03:28.22] So when I die they got a foundation on my publishing B\n[03:31.25] Plus the words that I speak, here's my family jewels\n[03:34.07] It ain't all blood diamonds but like experienced fools\n[03:37.12] And I be rhyming cool, but my philosophy's deep\n[03:39.65] Like a Dear John letter, so read 'em and weep\n[03:43.05] And the wolf smells blood, you can feed 'em to me\n[03:45.53] But I'm a Lycan underworld, you can meet in the street\n[03:48.39] Draw heat, but what happened to peace?\n[03:51.04] He got a Dirty Sanchez, like what happened to Screech\n[03:54.29] Jesus, diarrheas', I mean holy sh-\n[03:56.72] Christ on a cracker, that's just how we spit\n[03:59.95] Communion, had the wine, make the sign of the cross\n[04:02.69] And I will live in the past, chalk it up as a loss\n[04:05.65] Went from, \"Please, listen to my demo!\"\n[04:07.54] To stretch limo\n[04:08.84] To the pain in a cell watching Eminem on Jimmy Kimmel\n[04:11.68] But I can't go out like Kimbo Slice\n[04:14.25] Like Geena Korrano, a cyborg determinate\n[04:16.95] Mano a mano, still Ronald McDonald\n[04:19.48] Over one billion served\n[04:20.93] But it's up to me to get what I deserve\n[04:23.01] So I handle my biz and hustle harder than the norm\n[04:25.72] The early bird gets the worm, but the hawk gets the bird\n[04:31.85] Pass me a mic and roll down (the red carpet)\n[04:37.77] Pass me a mic and roll down (the red carpet)\n[04:40.52] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Red Carpet feat. 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the trenches\n  It's like the 6th man, sits on different benches\n\n  It's hard squeezing life in a sentence\n  And if I do, roll carpet with the red tint\n  My entrance is what's between\n  When I exit, it's Evidence left on the scene\n\n  Alchemist cut the record down to the bone\n  And with a record like this, I take the world by storm\n  Sky blessed, the land of the brave\n  Understand where I stand, my hand is made\n\n  From BR double-O KLYN, the planet\n  Family landed, managed to raise the man that I became\n  Panic on my first campaign\n  But when the words fell to place, I was certain to reign\n\n  I hit the purple, then step in the circle and start flexin'\n  Weatherman invented, now storms change directions\n  Portions of my proceeds is feeding my homies now\n  I always shared pretty good for an only child\n\n  I was the baby boy, I could do no wrong\n  Now the role's reversed, I'm putting people on\n  They off welfare, you got healthcare\n  They used to have their priorities elsewhere\n\n  I took rims and tires and traded them\n  For a ticket to an island, that's where\n  I wrote this rhyming\n  Where I first saw my vision written\n  Driven by a better living, a place to raise kids in\n\n  So I think like I rule the world\n  On the brink of something bigger, building schools\n  For boys and girls\n\n  The thought of home gets me out of my bed\n  I said you got the tools?\n  Get them sh- up out of the shed, c'mon!\n\n  Pass me a mic and roll down (the red carpet)\n  Pass me a mic and roll down (the red carpet)\n\n  Hey yo! I'm like the Emmitt Smith of rhymin'\n  The Jack Dempsey emcee\n  All my sh- customed out\n  Hold the phone, eventually\n\n  Money is made, fly blades\n  A woman with brains will help a black n- reign\n  My lifestyle's a prowler\n  A rich loaner, owner\n  Used to pump at coffees shops\n  Had my b- who sell with me rolling up\n\n  Fly a- and still classy\n  Asking questions like, \"Why you wait on that glass?\n  Why would you splash me?\"\n\n  Yo, it's only n- sh-\n  I'ma teach you like how I was taught too\n  Hold the phone, walkthrough\n\n  Seeing all kinds of grey fossils\n  Colossal juice, pick the house, act fly\n  I got you, no need to walk backwards\n  F- with the taxes\n  I speak credibility, the story to masses, yeah\n\n  Yo, a diplomatic winner, Nike boots\n  A scully good denim jean on and one rental\n\n  Pass me a mic and roll down (the red carpet)\n  Pass me a mic and roll down (the red carpet)\n\n  They say you only live once, I disagree\n  You only live twice, your life and then through your seed\n  So I lead on whacks and feed 'em the deeds\n  So when I die they got a foundation on my publishing B\n\n  Plus the words that I speak, here's my family jewels\n  It ain't all blood diamonds but like experienced fools\n  And I be rhyming cool, but my philosophy's deep\n  Like a Dear John letter, so read 'em and weep\n\n  And the wolf smells blood, you can feed 'em to me\n  But I'm a Lycan underworld, you can meet in the street\n  Draw heat, but what happened to peace?\n  He got a Dirty Sanchez, like what happened to Screech\n\n  Jesus, diarrheas', I mean holy sh-\n  Christ on a cracker, that's just how we spit\n  Communion, had the wine, make the sign of the cross\n  And I will live in the past, chalk it up as a loss\n\n  Went from, \"Please, listen to my demo!\"\n  To stretch limo\n  To the pain in a cell watching Eminem on Jimmy Kimmel\n\n  But I can't go out like Kimbo Slice\n  Like Geena Korrano, a cyborg determinate\n  Mano a mano, still Ronald McDonald\n  Over one billion served\n  But it's up to me to get what I deserve\n\n  So I handle my biz and hustle harder than the norm\n  The early bird gets the worm, but the hawk gets the bird\n\n  Pass me a mic and roll down (the red carpet)\n  Pass me a mic and roll down (the red carpet)\n"},{"id":13043328,"name":"The Red Carpet (feat. 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