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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
3rd Bass
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Berrin
Composer
Peter J. Nash
Composer
Sam Citrin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
3rd Bass
Producer
Sam Sever
Producer
MC Serch
Producer
Lyrics
Alright, coming up now, another request (This morning)
This time from the boys down at Anna's Pizza Paradise
A new arrangement of a great oldie in rhythm and blues
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 in a rap group
A modern day production on 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 says 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
There it is, black and white
There it is, black and white
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 goin', 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 doin' this is what life meant
'Cause I'm a product of the environment
There it is, black and white
There it is, black and white
Back in the days when kids were mack daddies
Striped Lee jeans, Playboys and Caddies
Long Beach, the M.L.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, 'cause everybody knew me
Local DJ's, tearin' up the wax
And out on the corner, some kid gets taxed
After the party, crack open a Forty
Picked it from the store, yo the man never caught me
Went up to the arcade, cranked the bass
And then the 5-O 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
There it is, black and white
There it is, black and white
I wanna tell you somethin' that gets me kind of mad
It's about my dear old dad
He's tired, and worn, and works a 9-5
Clockin' thirty G's a year to survive
But I know kids who in a month or so
Make that money sellin' yay 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 zeros
Too bad 'cause when you're older, you won't have a cent
'Cause you're a product of the environment
There it is, black and white
There it is, black and white
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 flamin'
Mouth open wide, or listenin'
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
Yo Serch, skin is just a color of the mind and the soul
And a brother ain't a brother if his heart is cold
You know what I'm sayin' 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, man
Word maybe it's some of the crime that's stoppin' the growin'
The drug pollution and noise'll calm down
Word man, 'cause that's what we need, we need a Riff Productions
We need a K.M.D. man to uplift the race and bring
Kause in the beginnin' and a Posse called Get Yours
Yeah, that's our work, to all y'all bigots who want us to bend
We're just products of the environment
Peace (Hopefully)
There it is, the black and white
There it is, black and white
Written by: Michael Berrin, Peter J. Nash, Sam Citrin