"It's all made up huh? Cause here he is" -> Archie Bunker    "You don't like anything about us.   Y-you resent our attitudes, our politics,   even the clothes we wear."    Verse One: Pete Nice (Prime Minister)    In the heart of the city ya pops nutted  Twelve months later, your moms stuttered  The side of your grill, ill creational  You grew up, your rhymes were recreational  A modern day production of the city street  You said I didn't have it that I couldn't compete  But the sleeper did sleep cause 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  but that style of rhyme won't let you live long  Cause a strong song the Minister sent  Cause I'm a product, of the environment    "There it is, black and white.."   ..  "There it is, black and white"    Verse Two: MC Serch    On the streets of Far Rockaway, Queens  Edgemill Waycrest, by B-17  Redfern houses where 501's afraid to go  is where I first kicked my lingo  Crowd was flipped as I kicked it and didn't rest  And my reward was almost a cap in my chest  Now in 90, I can still say that  the brothers in Rockaway, yo, they don't play that  Hammer, Watts, or in every neighborhood  Look around and see all the young hoods  Kids will always be makin bids so you can't prevent  bein a product, of the environment    "There it is, black and white.."   ..  "There it is, black and white"    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 as he tried to enter   I'd wait  There it is G   Bum rush the back door   Then scatter, onto the dance floor  Me and my boys, just skeezin all the cuties  Never had static, cuz everybody knew me   Local DJ's, tearin up the wax   And out the corner, some punk gets taxed  After the party, cracked open the forty  Boosted from the store yo the man never caught me   Jetted 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 bomb up where I went  Cause we were just products, of the environment    "There it is, black and white.."   ..  "There it is, black and white"    Verse Four: Pete Nice    You hear it in the strength of my voice and in my rhythm  Igg it - now you know how I was livin  It happened to me, like it happened to Serch  Pimp Minister Pete Nice'll kick the verse  Ah Richie Rich and my boy, Kiwai Hood-tight  The K to A Kingston, Bedford-Stuyvesant  Jetted to the Empire, and hoods was flammin  Open for Dana, skins in are skammin  Mouth open wide, all those listening  Dumb open with a Cisco 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    "There it is, black and white.."   ..  "There it is, black and white"    [Pete Nice, MC Serch shoutouts]  ?? shout Sam Sever, D-DS   Yo true indeed a doo doo shout out to Marley Marl and the IC Posse  Doug E. Doug   Yo K.M.D. Kausin Much Damage  My man Shameeq from the Fort   Yo Kurious Jorge and Bobbi-to!!!!!!!!  The Jungle Kid   True indeed  Nice and Smooth   Yo I want to give a shout to Digital Underground  Reanimator Disagree, my brother V-Nice   Larry MC Euthanasia, peace in pieces for ninety  Puta!   Out..