Product of the Environment 歌词
| 歌曲 | Product of the Environment |
| 歌手 | 3rd Bass |
| 专辑 | The Cactus Album |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Berrin, Citrin, Nash | |
| 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) |
| zuo ci : Berrin, Citrin, Nash | |
| 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, b17 | |
| 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 fiveoh 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 yayo | |
| 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 bedstuy 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 |
| zuò cí : Berrin, Citrin, Nash | |
| 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, b17 | |
| 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 fiveoh 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 yayo | |
| 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 bedstuy 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 |
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