3rd Bass

3rd Bass - Product Of The Environment lyrics

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This time from the boys down at Anna's Pizza Paradise
 A new arrangement of a great oldie in rhythm and blues
 Verse One: Pete Nice (Prime Minister)
 In the heart of the city you was born and bred
 You grew up smart or you wound up dead
 Things moved fast, but you knew the scoop
 And your savior was a rhyme and a beat and a rap group
 A modern day production of the city street
 You said I didn't have it that I couldn't compete
 So the sleeper did sleep but the sleeper shoulda woke up
 Now you're in my sight, the buddha sess you smoke up
 That's the element you carry your rhymes on
 That style of rhyme won't let you live long
 Cause a strong song to you is what I sent
 Cause I'm a product, of the environment
 Chorus:
 There it is, black and white (2X)
 Verse Two: MC Serch
 On the streets of far Rockaway Queens
 Seagram Boulevard, B-17
 Redfern houses where no MC would ever go
 Is where I did my very first show
 Had 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 learned
 Stick out my chest to be a kid and get burned
 You're so foolish, but I think you knew this
 That on the the microphone punk I can do this
 And doing this, is what life meant
 Cause I'm a product, of the environment
 Chorus
 Verse Three: MC Serch, Pete Nice
 Back in the days when kids were mack daddies
 Striped Lee jeans, playboys and Caddies
 Long Beach, the M.O.K. center
 He almost caught a bad one when he tried to enter
 our way
 Bang!
 Bum rush the back door
 Then scatter, onto the dance floor
 Me and my boys, skeezin the cuties
 Never had static, cuz everybody knew me
 Local DJ's, tearin up the wax
 And out the corner, some kid gets taxed
 After the party, crack open a forty
 Vicked it from the store yo the man never caught me
 Went up to the arcade, cranked the bass
 And then the five-oh chased us from the place
 Hop on the railroad, play the conductor
 Everywhere I went, I always tucked a
 marker in my jacket to tag where I went
 Cause we were just products, of the environment
 Chorus
 Verse Four: MC Serch, Pete Nice
 I wanna tell you something that gets me kind of mad
 ...it's about my dear old dad
 He's tired, and worn, and works a nine to five
 Clockin thirty G's a year to survive
 But I know kids who in a month or so
 Make that money sellin ya-yo
 Pushin a drug, I can't understand
 Destroyin a life with a buck in the hand
 Play rotten slum chain, local street hero
 But if you ask Serch, you're just a bunch of zeroes
 Too bad cause when you're older, you won't have a cent
 Cause you're a product, of the environment
 Chorus
 Verse Five: Pete Nice
 You hear it in the strength of my voice and in my rhythm
 Now you know, how I was livin
 It happened to me, like it happened to Serch
 Prime Minister Pete Nice'll kick the verse
 in Bed-Stuy with my boy, Kiwai Height
 The K to A Kingston, Wednesday night
 To the Empire, show slammin
 Open for Dana, crew flammin
 Mouth open wide, or listening
 Dumb dope with a forty in my system
 Unprotected but respected for my own self
 Cause of talent, no shade, or nothin else
 A time of tension, racially fenced in
 I came off (and all the brothers blessed him)
 I left more than a mark, I left a dent
 Cause I'm a product, of the environment
 Outro: K.M.D. and Serch
 Aiyyo Serch, skin is just a color of the mind and the soul
 And a brother ain't a brother if his heart is cold, youknwhatI'msayin
 fellas?
 Word
 And I think we need a positive Kause in a Much Damaged society
 Word up man nubians killin nubians, brothers just don't understand
 Word maybe it's some of that crime that's stoppin the growin
 the drug pollution and all needs to calm down
 Word man, cause that's what we need, we need Griff Productions
 We need a K.M.D. man to uplift the race and bring Kause in the
 beginning
 And a Posse called Get Yours
 There it is, to all y'all bigots who want us to bend
 We're just products of the environment, peace!!
 Hopefully...
 (There it is, black and white
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Copyrights:

Author: Michael Berrin, Peter Nash, Sam Citrin

Composer: ?

Publisher: CBS Records Inc.

Details:

Released in: 1989

Language: English

Appearing on: The Cactus Album (1989)

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