Alright coming up now another request (this one) 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)