Shad - Progress (Part 1: American Pie , Part 2: The Future is Here) lyrics

[Part 1: American Pie] [Hook 1: Shad] Bye-bye Miss American Pie Drove a block to that shop with the liquor inside Singing "Gin and Juice", drinking whiskey and rye Thinking "This'll be the day that I..." [Verse 1: Shad] The night the music died There were flashes of ma**ive plane and stock crashes Flower baskets and caskets A.I.G. and B.I.G. and C.I.G.-arette ashes From that burned down Baptist Church Where little black fists never got raised In the light of today's practice, supposed post-blackness The night the music died we burned all the cla**ics On to one last disc of bright blue plastic Johnny Cash hits and a rapper slash actress More powerful than two Cleopatras The night the music died, all so tragic Then something else happened and we all got distracted Something so dramatic for however long it lasted We were saddened then ecstatic, saying Michael Then imagine, then... [Hook 2] Bye-bye Miss American Pie Miseducated by these terrible lies Age 27, with a wink in her eyes Singing "This'll be the day that I die" [Verse 2: Shad] She cried "I'm bored!", said "Yeah you're starting to bore us" Never gone this long without a chorus The night the music died we expected a performance We waited, the parade never came around our corners The coroners report was a song by a foreigner A man who learned the slang before he ever crossed the border He learned all he knew from off a four track recorder "Don't mourn her" he said "Life should be four minutes or shorter" he's singing... [Hook 3] Bye-bye Miss American Pie Took a cab to the lab but it didn't arrive Shotgun blast, both hands to the sky Singing "This'll be the day that I..." [Verse 3: Shad] Bye-bye Miss American Pie One time at Band Camp, drove this Trans Am, she could fly Traded her for a foreign car, kept in storage, parked Til the tires got deflated, no air, like Jordin Sparks Stripped and sold for her parts like p**n stars To keep shades worn in the dark, like Corey Hart "What she got under the hood?", Let's take a look-see What's going on in the hood? What's good B? Well what seems good ain't always good Even what's really good ain't all that it could be I find they game too bush-league They rhymes is lame, My mind's the same as Usain's footspeed And that pushed me off the beaten trail Like a runaway slave on some underground VIA Rail Cause we still feel them beats but I don't mean Pharrell I mean we still feel them beats, we were beaten well I mean look how we still scared to be ourselves Can't speak out and I don't mean that we need a cell And by cell I don't mean a jail, I mean hell We locked up and these banks keep receiving bail I don't mean to speak this real but like damn I don't mean to sound depressed but I am The night the music died it slept with a fan Put her breasts in his hands and said "Never sing for less than a grand", bam [Hook 1] Bye-bye Miss American Pie Drove a block to that shop with the liquor inside Singing "Gin and Juice", drinking whiskey and rye Singing "This'll be the day that I..." [Verse 4: Shad] Bye-bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, nope, guess the levee broke This'll be the day that I die, guess you never know Dropping acid rain from the sky in a deadly dose The night the music died they played something beautiful To drown out the rain and the refrain from the funeral Look, Wayne's in the studio and the Saints win the Super Bowl But it's a different crowd this time around in that Superdome Storm's brewing, I can feel something's not right Writing Old Prince lyrics, something 'bout pop life Everybody need a thrill, some entertainment Some Richard Pryor, Usher Raymond No blaming all the products of the products Made of pop cans and Pop-Tarts and pop charts and all stars And doll parts and stock cars and Walmarts with shop carts And ballparks with playoffs and day jobs with layoffs between faded soft And the night the music died nobody investigated it Just another one of us laying on the Vegas Strip They close the casket and the case up quick Guess they figured it was gang related and never gave a shh... [Outro] Bye-bye Miss American Pie [Part 2: The Future is Here] [Verse 1: Singer] If we've got good elections oh ho And we keep our confessions oh ho And we got good connections oh ho And we got good corrections oh ho [Hook] America don't need Jesus The future is here America don't need Jesus The future is here [Verse 2: Singer] If we've got all the weapons oh ho Aimed in all directions oh ho And we've got good professions oh ho And we've got good erections oh ho [Hook] [Outro] The future is here [x8]