"The Red Carpet" as written by and Michael Perretta....
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 sixth 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 B R double-O K-lyn in 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 health care
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
Buy 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 them tools?
Get them shits up out of the shed, come on

I'm like the interstate of rhyming the Jack Dempsey emcee
All my shit costumed out eventually money is made, fly blades
A woman with brains, a black nigga reign
My lifestyle as a prowler a rich owner, loaner
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 you splash me?" Yo, it's only nigga shit
I'mma teach you like how I was taught too
Hold the phone, ward two, seeing all kinds of great fossils
Colossal juice, ? the house, act fly
Got you, no need to walk backwards, fuck with the taxes
I speak credibility, the story to másses
Yo, a diplomatic winner, Nike boots
A scully good denim jean on and ?

They say you only live once, I disagree
You only live twice, your life enable your seed's
So I lean on blacks and feed em the deeds
So when I die they got a foundation on my publishing B
Plus the words that I speak, plus my family jewels
It ain't all blood diamonds, but ? 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
We can meet in the street, draw heat, but what happened to peace?
He got a Dirty Sanchez, like what happened to Screech
Jesus, diarrhea, 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 will 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 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
Early bird get the worm, but the hawk gets the bird


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"The Red Carpet" as written by Michael Perretta

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