American Dream & Future (OJ Simpson Remix) lyrics

Part I: American Dream

[Intro 1: Watts Prophets sample]
"Ask not, what you can do for your country, 
But what in the f*ck has it done for you?!?"

[Intro 2: Guilty Simpson]
OJ Simpson – yeah!
Madlib
Guilty
(G.S.) Yeah (What?) Yeah!

[Verse 1]
I talk with the dead, dig deep in my head
I'm off, I was bred where the hungry man beg
Taught I was layin' where the red man bled
And all the other things my educated friends said
Lost in the life where the young fools sped
Never should have taught him that a gun shoots lead
And crack can get his brother and sister a new bed
Addicted to the game and things, screw Feds
Any day his name can change, "who's Ed?"
Go to the crib, new furniture, new threads (Uh-huh)
It's bittersweet when you see these things
To be a drug dealer's the American dream
To get paid, some'll go to every extreme
One black will leave another red for green (Uh-huh)
Falling for the tricks, while the man deceives ya
Until the day you finally bite the hand that feeds you – c'mon!
Part II: The Future

[Interlude: sample, (Guilty Simpson)]
"Zombies brainwashed by the rhythm, 
Trapped inside their own escapism" (G'yeah!)
"Imprisoned" (The future!)
"I don't want to be there
No, I don't want to be there...!" (Yo!)

[Verse 2: Guilty Simpson]
I got a cousin that plays for the Utah Jazz
But I don't have to run the two to shoot y'all ass
Peace to Ronnie Brewer – on the mic,I'm the manure
Got a Ruger for the coward tryna hate on the computer
Mad because my power made 'em say that I'm the future
Or maybe 'cause I taught they baby mama Kama Sutra
Since then, I'm feelin' like I must be on parole
I told her I was Guilty – she put me in the hole
I put her on exhibit, then I put her on the stroll
She makes a bigger bankroll than b*tches on the pole
I clap for the cause, I'll scrap for my dawgs
Imagine Mayweather with a MAC in his drawers
A daily combo, I'm the Head Honcho
All about my doe, f*ck casual convo
Unless you talkin' 'bout that bread, 
Then you ain't really talkin', fam – 'nuff said
[Chorus: sample and Guilty Simpson]
"I'll always be there
Yeah, I'm always there...!"

"I'll always be there" (Yo...)
"Yeah, I'm always there..!"

[Verse 3: Guilty Simpson]
Yo... let me back at 'em... yo
I rap for the rugged hardheads that stack funds
I don't recommend it, but I choose to pack guns
In case my foes make good on the promise
To put me in the ground, I ain't always do it honest
El Presidente, with killers on the congress
You're mere mortals, the flow's monstrous
Get bound and gagged and beat unconscious
Shank in the mess hall, murderin' all convicts (Yeah)
My bloody hand solve all conflicts
Why talk? We can settle on some mob sh*t
You swan dive when sh*t gets deep
At the bottom of the creek, wearin' cement feet – what! (Yeah)

[Chorus: sample and Guilty Simpson]
"I'll always be there" (Future... the future!)
"Yeah, I'll always be there" (The future!)
[Outro: Rudy Ray Moore sample, other voices]
"I'll be damned if you don't" "come around here with some of that ole 'ow!' sh*t"
"Shut up!"
"Don't look up here with yo' sucka-paw case
'Cause I'll p*ss through the trunk of this tree, in yo' muhf*ckin' ugly face!"
"I should'a" "whooped your ass" "my muhf*ckin' self"
"Shut up! Don't you roar
I'll jump out this tree and whoop your dog-ass some more"
"We're gonna give ya––cut the mic..." "Who is it? Alright??"