| PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A HOOD (REMIX) |
| M. Berrin, P. Nash, S. Citrin Produced by Sam Sever and 3rd Bass Engineered by Kevin Reynolds Recorded at Chung King Studios, New York, NY Performed by MC Serch & Pete Nice Contains samples of the following: Theme from S.W.A.T. by Rhythm Heritage |
| Verse 1: Prime Minister Pete Nice |
| Hoods is up so skills is up It's a stick-up, so why'd you interrupt? So such spoke material cerebral I'm eatin cereal with spoons sippin Cepacol Daddy-O slipped me some cause my breath stank Wear gold, but no accounts in Swiss banks Think tanks once rolled on the city streets I used to meet your moms between the sheets Universe is versus hoods prospectus True flam, flammin words on wax discus So they dismiss this as vulgarity And whats left they'll point it at the university Some perk without skills and push a pen I send surreal scenes where you never been Looked out, gave you three strikes, you struck out Pop shit with the 3rd, knock your fronts out Blew your blunts out you wings stuck up your ass Gassed you up then slap you with my staff I seen your skins like to go to the motels but your ass won't know that the hoe tells Cause a lip is zipped, I paint pictures A portrait, a self far from tipsters My discussion of impression ain't ignorance So don't label the hoods on appearances You never thought that a gangsta could talk sense But this artifice flipped, your beans is spent Took your papes out your pocket and just stood out Focus, the portrait of the artist as a hoods-up |
| Verse 2: MC Serch |
| Portrait painted back in the days Young strays, posted at the L.Q. on Friday's Waitin for Dice to give the go ahead Hawkin 50 cent, puttin heads to bed for a herringbone hear the tune of the Audio Two Milk was chillin as I chilled in the back room Listening to snaps, cuts by Scoob and Scrap Union Square, to tear up the KRS tracks Torn up by the Kent, the Clark Dark as the brothers try to spark We knocked boots, and the boots got knocked Three A.M. and it was off to The Rooftop Hip-Hop Starski, the Masters of Ceremony Ka-ka-cracked out, was hookin property Five A.M. it was the S&S A hundred and forty-fifth street, down on Lennox Starchild made all the hoes squeal For a dollar crackheads Armor-Alled your wheels Whippin home in the sunshine, fun time but now you can't find clubs like this that kept the music in the street And pop rap couldn't get a dime to eat Yo, they're makin mills, but what about the hood? A parking lot, where the Latin Quarter stood! A landmark marked in the cranium but now I bring it back in front of packed stadiums Picture painted with the goals and the good The portrait of an artist as a hood |
| Verse 3: Prime Minister Pete Nice |
| Inside straight I got your fifty for tricksters Serch got a list of yours so get the jist of this Mellon collie movin’ mayhem Manifestin’ moves over matters at hand Tried your best but you can’t understand You’re like Art Garfunkel and eat spam I drive a yak with a skirt you drive an Edsel I’m takin turns and I twist em like a pretzel Non fiction three levels addiction Spits the hood in the face of the friction Lift a giggle and I splits you like wood The portrait of the artist as a hood |