| 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 |