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