Alright coming up now another request (this one)
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This time from the boys down at Anna's Pizza Paradise
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A new arrangement of a great oldie in rhythm and blues
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Verse One: Pete Nice (Prime Minister)
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In the heart of the city you was born and bred
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You grew up smart or you wound up dead
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Things moved fast, but you knew the scoop
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And your savior was a rhyme and a beat and a rap group
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A modern day production of the city street
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You said I didn't have it that I couldn't compete
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So the sleeper did sleep but the sleeper shoulda woke up
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Now you're in my sight, the buddha sess you smoke up
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That's the element you carry your rhymes on
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That style of rhyme won't let you live long
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Cause a strong song to you is what I sent
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Cause I'm a product, of the environment
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Chorus:
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There it is, black and white (2X)
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Verse Two: MC Serch
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On the streets of far Rockaway Queens
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Seagram Boulevard, B-17
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Redfern houses where no MC would ever go
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Is where I did my very first show
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Had the crowd had the rhymes going, I never fess
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(His reward, was almost a bullet in his chest)
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And on that stage, is where I first learned
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Stick out my chest to be a kid and get burned
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You're so foolish, but I think you knew this
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That on the the microphone punk I can do this
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And doing this, is what life meant
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Cause I'm a product, of the environment
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Chorus
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Verse Three: MC Serch, Pete Nice
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Back in the days when kids were mack daddies
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Striped Lee jeans, playboys and Caddies
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Long Beach, the M.O.K. center
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He almost caught a bad one when he tried to enter
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our way
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Bang!
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Bum rush the back door
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Then scatter, onto the dance floor
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Me and my boys, skeezin the cuties
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Never had static, cuz everybody knew me
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Local DJ's, tearin up the wax
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And out the corner, some kid gets taxed
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After the party, crack open a forty
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Vicked it from the store yo the man never caught me
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Went up to the arcade, cranked the bass
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And then the five-oh chased us from the place
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Hop on the railroad, play the conductor
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Everywhere I went, I always tucked a
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marker in my jacket to tag where I went
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Cause we were just products, of the environment
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Chorus
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Verse Four: MC Serch, Pete Nice
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I wanna tell you something that gets me kind of mad
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...it's about my dear old dad
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He's tired, and worn, and works a nine to five
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Clockin thirty G's a year to survive
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But I know kids who in a month or so
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Make that money sellin ya-yo
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Pushin a drug, I can't understand
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Destroyin a life with a buck in the hand
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Play rotten slum chain, local street hero
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But if you ask Serch, you're just a bunch of zeroes
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Too bad cause when you're older, you won't have a cent
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Cause you're a product, of the environment
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Chorus
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Verse Five: Pete Nice
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You hear it in the strength of my voice and in my rhythm
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Now you know, how I was livin
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It happened to me, like it happened to Serch
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Prime Minister Pete Nice'll kick the verse
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in Bed-Stuy with my boy, Kiwai Height
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The K to A Kingston, Wednesday night
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To the Empire, show slammin
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Open for Dana, crew flammin
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Mouth open wide, or listening
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Dumb dope with a forty in my system
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Unprotected but respected for my own self
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Cause of talent, no shade, or nothin else
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A time of tension, racially fenced in
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I came off (and all the brothers blessed him)
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I left more than a mark, I left a dent
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Cause I'm a product, of the environment
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Outro: K.M.D. and Serch
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Aiyyo Serch, skin is just a color of the mind and the soul
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And a brother ain't a brother if his heart is cold, youknwhatI'msayin fellas?
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Word
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And I think we need a positive Kause in a Much Damaged society
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Word up man nubians killin nubians, brothers just don't understand
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Word maybe it's some of that crime that's stoppin the growin
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the drug pollution and all needs to calm down
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Word man, cause that's what we need, we need Griff Productions
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We need a K.M.D. man to uplift the race and bring Kause in the beginning
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And a Posse called Get Yours
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There it is, to all y'all bigots who want us to bend
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We're just products of the environment, peace!!
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