PRODUCT OF THE ENVIRONMENT
M. Berrin, P. Nash, S. Citrin
Produced by Sam Sever for Sam I Am Productions Inc. & 3rd Bass, M.C. Serch & Pete Nice for R.I.F. Productions
Edited by Adam Gazzola
Engineered by Chuck Valli & Bruce Buchalter
Recorded and Mixed at Chung King Studios, New York, NY
Performed by MC Serch & Pete Nice
Contains samples of the following:
Blind Alley by Emotions
Blow Your Head by The J. B.'s
Soul Power '74 by Maceo & the Macks
Simple Song by Meters

 
Alright, coming up now; another request. This time from the boys down at Anna's Pizza Paradise. A new arrangement of a great oldie in rhythm and blues.
 
Verse 1: Prime Minister Pete Nice
In the heart of the city ya pops nutted
twelve months later, your moms stuttered
the side of your grill, ill creational
you grew up, your rhymes were recreational
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 The Minister sent
cause I'm a product, of the environment
 
Verse 2: MC Serch
On the streets of Far Rockaway, Queens
Edgemill Waycrest, by B-17
Redfern houses where 5-0 was afraid to go
is where I first kicked my lingo
Crowd was flipped as I kicked it and didn't rest
And my reward was almost a cap in my chest
Now in 90, I can still say that
the brothers in Rockaway, yo, they don't play that
Hammer, Watts, or in every neighborhood
Look around and see all the young hoods
Kids will always be makin bids so you can't prevent
bein a product, of the environment
 
Verse 3: MC Serch
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
I'd wait 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 bomb it where I went
Cause we were just products, of the environment
 
Verse 4: Prime Minister Pete Nice
You hear it in the strength of my voice and in my rhythm
iggin, now you know, how I was livin
It happened to me, like it happened to Serch
Pimp Minister Pete Nice'll kick the verse
Richie Rich and my boy, Kiwai Hood tight
Decatur and Kingston, Bedford-Stuyvesant
Jetted to the Empire, and hoods was flammin
Open for Dana, skins in are skammin
Mouth open wide, all those listening
Dumb open with a Cisco 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