3rd Bass - Product Of The Environment Lyrics
Alright coming up now another request (this one)This time from the boys down at annas pizza paradiseA new arrangement of a great oldie in rhythm and bluesVerse one: pete nice (prime minister)In the heart of the city you was born and bredYou grew up smart or you wound up deadThings moved fast, but you knew the scoopAnd your savior was a rhyme and a beat and a rap groupA modern day production of the city streetYou said I didnt have it that I couldnt competeSo the sleeper did sleep but the sleeper shoulda woke upNow youre in my sight, the buddha sess you smoke upThats the element you carry your rhymes onThat style of rhyme wont let you live longCause a strong song to you is what I sentCause Im a product, of the environmentChorus:There it is, black and white (2x)Verse two: mc serchOn the streets of far rockaway queensSeagram boulevard, b-17Redfern houses where no mc would ever goIs where I did my very first showHad the crowd had the rhymes going, I never fess(his reward, was almost a bullet in his chest)And on that stage, is where I first learnedStick out my chest to be a kid and get burnedYoure so foolish, but I think you knew thisThat on the the microphone punk I can do thisAnd doing this, is what life meantCause Im a product, of the environmentChorusVerse three: mc serch, pete niceBack in the days when kids were mack daddiesStriped lee jeans, playboys and caddiesLong beach, the m.o.k. centerHe almost caught a bad one when he tried to enterOur wayBang!Bum rush the back doorThen scatter, onto the dance floorMe and my boys, skeezin the cutiesNever had static, cuz everybody knew meLocal djs, tearin up the waxAnd out the corner, some kid gets taxedAfter the party, crack open a fortyVicked it from the store yo the man never caught meWent up to the arcade, cranked the bassAnd then the five-oh chased us from the placeHop on the railroad, play the conductorEverywhere I went, I always tucked aMarker in my jacket to tag where I wentCause we were just products, of the environmentChorusVerse four: mc serch, pete niceI wanna tell you something that gets me kind of mad...its about my dear old dadHes tired, and worn, and works a nine to fiveClockin thirty gs a year to surviveBut I know kids who in a month or soMake that money sellin ya-yoPushin a drug, I cant understandDestroyin a life with a buck in the handPlay rotten slum chain, local street heroBut if you ask serch, youre just a bunch of zeroesToo bad cause when youre older, you wont have a centCause youre a product, of the environmentChorusVerse five: pete niceYou hear it in the strength of my voice and in my rhythmNow you know, how I was livinIt happened to me, like it happened to serchPrime minister pete nicell kick the verseIn bed-stuy with my boy, kiwai heightThe k to a kingston, wednesday nightTo the empire, show slamminOpen for dana, crew flamminMouth open wide, or listeningDumb dope with a forty in my systemUnprotected but respected for my own selfCause of talent, no shade, or nothin elseA time of tension, racially fenced inI came off (and all the brothers blessed him)I left more than a mark, I left a dentCause Im a product, of the environmentOutro: k.m.d. and serchAiyyo serch, skin is just a color of the mind and the soulAnd a brother aint a brother if his heart is cold, youknwhatimsayin fellas?WordAnd I think we need a positive kause in a much damaged societyWord up man nubians killin nubians, brothers just dont understandWord maybe its some of that crime thats stoppin the growinThe drug pollution and all needs to calm downWord man, cause thats what we need, we need griff productionsWe need a k.m.d. man to uplift the race and bring kause in the beginningAnd a posse called get yoursThere it is, to all yall bigots who want us to bendWere just products of the environment, peace!!Hopefully...(there it is, black and white)
