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)