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1. _ Product Of The Environment
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)
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2. _ Steppin' To The A.m.
"at the sound of the tone, the time will be twelve a.m."
* about a dozen alarm clocks and grandfather clocks go off *
[mc serch]
Ready in the intro, cue up the serch-lite
Point us to the center stage (i'll grab the first mic)
Projectin the voice with this mic that i'm cuffin
You ain't my nucka, sucker i'm snuffin
The word of the 3rd stands true, so no panickin
(man verse man) you freeze up like a mannequin
Petrol, you let go, the wax for the new jacks
To dwell upon you're steppin on the trigger as the tune smacks
(square in the butt) pete gave me the cue
So i'ma put up or shut up until my jam is through
But for now i wanna freak em, so i'll embark
To spark your mission posse, til way past dark
(don't park there's no standin) or i'll play the five-oh
You don't stop movin until the serch says so
To keep the tribe open, shootin out to play em
Three the hard way'll keep you steppin to the a.m.
"what's the time??" -> beastie boys
"it's about that time" -> schoolly d
"what's the time??" -> beastie boys
"time to get stupid!" -> chuck d ("at the sound of the tone")
"what's the time??" -> beastie boys ("the time will be one a.m.")
"it's about that time" -> schoolly d
"what time is it????????" -> the time
"shootin for the a.m."
[pete nice]
My mind has a question, i respond
To a silver domed microphone (one step beyond)
Straight to eighty-eight to the curves of the 90's
I'm universal, i set a line free
Behind me, the three the hard way, the jackpot
(awaitin satan's, tryin to take cheap shots)
We groove crowds, the three stand proud
The brothers round the way sit down and say
(how'd you do this?) ludicrous rhythm of rhyme
Anticipate like a bottle of heinz.. ketchup
(no catch up!) cause you fell behind
I'm steppin to the a.m. -- dickin down swine
Pete nice skims over lyrics, i pick em
Strong and long, you're wrong, i stick em
(he's the law with the sword) with my cable swingin
(like _the pit or the pendulum_) pete nice bringin
The sunrise with no lies, legitimate (and you despise)
Envy this mc's magnitude (so realize)
The mc emceed (the dj deejayed em)
Until the next time i keep you steppin to the a.m.
"two for the time" (repeat 2x)
"what's the time??" -> beastie boys
"it's about that time" -> schoolly d
"what's the time??" -> beastie boys
"time to get stupid!" -> chuck d ("at the sound of the tone")
"what's the time??" -> beastie boys ("the time will be two a.m.")
"it's about that time" -> schoolly d
"what time is it????????" -> the time
"shootin for the a.m."
[mc serch]
No weight on the felt plate, deep bass below rise
Needle torture groove, move the record til the wack stride
(schoolin the swine on the strength of my vocab)
Bet you wonder you're a goner
(you're thinkin that you had)
Lyrics to the a.m. but the house needs a swinger
You st-st-st-st-stutter, but i'm a stinger
(my rhymes so potent, i wrote em and it's evident)
You're just a stunt, seekin a settlement
The lyrical line (the artical original)
Afflict like a convict, i ain't no criminal
Scheamin on a cable or slobbin the knob
You played me like a foul ball
(how you livin hobbes?!?!!)
Now groove into the a.m., the master spoon feedin
Out a jumper, you're bumpin a freak while i'm g'n
Peter let the record spin (serch'll get a second wind)
Motivate the crowd, til it's steppin to the a.m.
"what's the time??" -> beastie boys
"it's about that time" -> schoolly d
"what's the time??" -> beastie boys
"time to get stupid!" -> chuck d ("at the sound of the tone")
"what's the time??" -> beastie boys ("the time will be three a.m.")
"it's about that time" -> schoolly d
"what time is it????????" -> the time
"for.. for the a.m."
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[pete nice]
I slide swiftly, keep a brother steppin
(loungin, strength in my throat)
Sweatin as you get hit with the rhythm
My lines sustain like a crane, so uplift them
(slow and smooth) flowin like fluid
The mass did worship the lyrics the three did
(amid all crisis) drop it like a guillotine
(you're moist) fearing the voice of the rhyme fiend
Scene is zipped, pete nice is your worst dream
Fulfilled your illed i thrilled (i heard a loud scream)
My mind is cued, so i run down a menu
That downgrades the weak as my lyrics tend to
(the needs of a shaker, sweatin to the point of exhaust)
So listen to the mission horse
Blinded by the science, my mind starts flexin
Sexin down females to the a.m., perplexin
A complex reflex (you wonder if we slumber)
The three don't sleep (aiyyo pete nice take em under!)
Steppin to the a.m., i'm steppin to the mic
To snatch up and smash up the club until daylight!
"two for the time" (repeat 2x)
"what's the time??" -> beastie boys
"it's about that time" -> schoolly d
"what's the time??" -> beastie boys
"time to get stupid!" -> chuck d
"what's the time??" -> beastie boys
"it's about that time" -> schoolly d
"what time is it????????" -> the time
"for.. for the a.m."
"what's the time??" -> beastie boys
"it's about that time" -> schoolly d
"what's the time??" -> beastie boys
"time to get stupid!" -> chuck d
"what's the time??" -> beastie boys
"it's about that time" -> schoolly d
"what's the time??" -> beastie boys
"for.. for the a.m."
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3. _ The Cactus
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4. _ 3 Strikes 5000 (vocal)
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5. _ The Gas Face
[mc serch]
Aiyyo man, my labelmate don newkirk
Man step to him
[don newkirk]
Thanks serch!
And now... for the prime minister
Sinister.. pete.. n-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-hice!
Nice nice nice
[mc serch]
Kick em in the grill pete!
Verse one: pete nice
Gas, past tense, made facially
3rd bass'll express, kmd
Three blind mice on sight
Zev lover, gave it the first light
A grin shows a trick up a sleeve (huahah)
What a tangled web they weave
Deceivers, stupefied through fable
Say let's make a deal at the dinner table
Put you on tour, put your record on wax ("trust me!")
Sign your life on the x
You exit, x-off, but what you really get:
A box of newports, and puma sweats ("damn!")
Tex feeds and frowns upon emus
To give up gas face he drinks from a thermos
Sub roc cut at you with a clipper
Gas face given, i beg to differ
[mc serch]
Pete that was real def man but i gotta get serious now
Aiyyo don, step to em again
[don newkirk]
Everybody.. mc serch!
Verse two: mc serch
Black cat is bad luck, bad guys wear black
Musta been a white guy who started all that
(make the gas face!) for those little white lies
My expression to the mountainous blue eyes
Then form a face, and shake my skull cap
Dismiss the myth, that evil is not black
But opposite spectrum, this done by red man
With horns on his head, laid down the ill plan
Got all his helpers, said, "make it snappy!
Tell all the people that their hair can't be nappy!"
Blonde and blue-eyed, or dark-skinned half a g
A disease, created by leprosy
Don't speak of bleach, bend them to right
Say, "it was night way before the light"
Put aside spooks, serch leaves a trace
I've set em correct with the effect of the gas face
[mc serch]
Next up don
[don newkirk]
A *special* appearance by kmd's.. zev, love, ehhxssss!
Verse three: zev love x
A gas face, can either be a smile or a smirk
When appears, a monkey wrench to work one's clockwork
Perkin his brim to the rim of my cup
Don't tempt me, you're empty, so fill'er up!
Is i'm talkin coffee or cocoa, is you loco?
Cash or credit for unleaded at sunoco
Kmd and 3rd bass is just ace in the hole
I mean soul, so make the gas face (huahaha)
Damn, if looks could kill
You look like host was a ghost from your grill
But still, what's the new fed, to recollect
To our passing phase to facades to eddie decker
For my label reads hood, street might have a tattoo
Don't pick any card or no rabbit from my hat
Never a magician if i ever tricked em
"oh shit!" another gas face victim
[mc serch]
There it is, yo fellas man
Why don't you step to the mic man?
[zev love x]
That's how i kicks it, for 80-deca
[mc serch]
Aiyyo, good lookin out don man peace
Punji, yo who gets the gas face?
[punji] little vic for the gas face
[serch] tony dick, gets the gas face
[zev x] no gas faces for plugs one two and three
[serch] no gas face for professor prince pa-paul!
[?] my friend tina gets the big gas face
[zev x] no gas face for dj subroc
[serch] no gas face for kmd
[pnice] hammer, shut the fuck up! gas face! ahuahauah!
[all] whahahaoahh
[pnice] what do we think about hammer? haowahwohahbhabhahbhahbbhb
[?] g.y.p.
[serch] get yours posse does not get the gas face
[serch] but p. w. botha gets a gas face
[all] whoahblblahbha-whoo!
[?] dante ross gets the gas face
[serch] yo stop dissin dante on records y'all!
[serch] elroy.. elroy.. elroy cohen, gets the gas face!
Hahahahahahahaha, that's all..
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6. _ Wordz Of Wizdom
"and so, my fellow americans
Ask not.. what your country can do for you
Ask what you can do for your country" -> president john f. kennedy
"and now, back to new york"
[pete nice]
Heart as, hard as, chinese arithmetic
Avante garder, not a heretic
Figure out a right rhyme, stick it in my cranium
Pete nice, elemental like uranium
Throwin joints, blowin like a cool breeze
Swimmin in, i lift on juice, i wax mc's
These hoes go frontin on my jimmy
I smack em on the back, sit em down, say
"gimme some rhythm" (rhythm!) baby loosen up my collar
I'll lay you out, like a funeral parlor
Ready willin, fillin, killin for a billin, top
I never stop, with serch and sam drillin it
Soul in the hole, mc's workin
Kickin it, vickin, the suckers who be jerkin
Me and my posse are hardcore, you want some more
Reason that i'm squeezin your girl (you never please her!)
So i pleased, then i threw her in the gutter
Cut her off, my wisdom wiser so i muster
Rows of all opposed, lows conquer all
Those who pose as dope i say nope, i wear def clothes
Dapper like dan from, three the hard one
Never stigmatize as a rapper or i'll slap ya
You're stung from my tongue as you run from the drum
(diggy drum) three the hard way, wordz of wizdom
"this time there was three"
"one two.." "three the hard way!"
"this time there was three"
"one two.." "three the hard way!"
[mc serch]
A branch of the hip-hop tip grills your dome
You're toe ingrown low showin you ain't got nobody home
Prone to the microphone, light up, and take out
Make you your will bill, three is gonna break out
The stylee, me and p-e-t-e
Embark on a mission that's deadly, break out the ammo
Aiyyo sammo, hook up the beat
And i'll lay the plan oh man
You just got taken, i took a head out
Attack on the back of the six of the guinness stout
Usin abusin, those of the past tense
Funning gunning, but i'm summing up the nonsense
Three, the hard way, cards laid are ok
Gettin up and settin up, just for a payday
The minister, sinister (i ain't no devil!)
Ten snakes circle and scoundrel sam level
This track to smack, the smile off a doubter
The brother's, another mc who's about
Frontin like he's buntin, deceivin the delinquent
Rappers on track, bustin out a medium
For those opposed, who manifest a diss
Pete tell em: "manifest this!"
Not righteous, but might just, make you wanna listen
Yo i'm elvis with the wordz of wizdom
"this time there was three"
"one two.." "three the hard way!"
"this time there was three"
"one two.." "three the hard way!"
[pete nice]
A ludicrous buddhist, boo this when i do this
So true to this, perpetrators view this
Style, empirical, lyrical, it's critical
Three the hard way, boy you need medical attention
I'm like a surgeon in my left hand
Hold a microphone like a scalpel so you understand
Wordz of wisdom, woven like a spider
Bitch on my tip, i get busy and i ride her
Uptown, then i drown her like a psycho-pathic
Cause i'm graphic on the mic i never let go
Light skinner eat dinner like a soul man
Prove with the rhyme i'm down, sam's hands
Transform strong (too strong) as a good pitch
Switch up the wizdom, into word which
Kicks out the benzi in a frenzy it sends me
Up the bronx river back to brooklyn apprehends me
Like a d-tech bustin my man in the projects
I'll send you up north, i ain't givin respect
Prejudicial, your style artificial
As live as limb that's attached to a criple
It's simple (so simple) eliminate you like gotti
I chill in bed-stuy and drive a mazzeratti
With the body of a freak on my side, how am i livin?
(how ya livin?) larger than large, with the wordz of wizdom
[mc serch]
Hyper-selective, serch is attracting
Females who focus on the future, not slacking
Rhythmic it's too quick, feel it, i let it flow
Sam sever seas'll submerge, so let it go
Throughout, or put out, lyrics like a d-valve
Speak up, a deeper meaning as i leak out
And seek out, a three the hard way endeavor
Pete nice, serch, produced by sam sever
Livin in my shoes boy, this is not shoe town
A showdown for motown, it's a new sound
Lyrics that lick, the tick off a timepiece
Foamin at the mouth punk, you need a leash
What are you sick?? i'm a slick stupid scientist
Rhymin that you can't comprehend (but you're buyin this)
Record i'm wreckin, my homeboys are breakin
Hopin that you're copin, no slopin, i'm not takin no shorts
Cause i'm playin the high post
Ask any girl in the place, who's the fly most
Brother with a cover, shootin to my cribbo
The tease wants a please, girl screamin ditto
So i did this, i needed the bed rest
Hangin with the bangin on the strength, there's no contest
Physically or lyrically, it's my kingdom
Stingin em and bringin em the wordz of wizdom
"this time there was three"
"one two.." "three the hard way!"
"this time there was three"
"one two.." "three the hard way!"
[mc serch]
Shammo.. hook up the def mix!
Hahahahahahaha...
Ahh, ahhahaha hahahahah tch tch tch
Hahahaha
Ahh ahahahhaha hah
"all but three of the defendants were found guilty"
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"all but three of the defendants were found guilty"
Hahahahh ahahhahhah
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See-ya! *echoes*
*some singing*
Yo yo... that's ridiculous.. *echoes*
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