Product Of The Environment Chords by 3Rd Bass

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Dumb me up, huh?
Cause here we [Eb] go. _
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_ [Ebm] _ _ That's the element you carry your rhymes on.
But that style of rhyme won't let you move along.
Cause it's wrong so in a minute's [Bbm] descent.
Cause I'm a product of the [Eb] environment.
That's right.
Product of what? _ _
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_ On the streets of far rockaway Queens.
Edged me a wave crest by beat 17.
Redfern houses where fiber was a way to go.
It's where I first kicked my lingo.
Crown was flipped as I kicked it into the rest.
And my reward was almost a cap at my chest.
Now in 90 I can still say that.
The brotherhood of the rapper.
The brothers in Rockaway, yo, they don't play that.
Hammer, Wop, Soar in every neighborhood.
Look around and see all the young hood.
Kids will always be making bids.
So you can't prevent being a product of the environment.
There it is.
Product of what? _ _ _ _
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[Gbm] _ _ There it is.
[Gb] Product of what?
Back in the days when [Bbm] kids were mad [Eb] daddy's.
Striped bleached jeans, playboys and caddies.
Long B, the MLK center.
He almost caught a bad one as he tried to end the odd wave.
Dad, what was the backdoor?
They're scattered on to the dance floor.
Me and my boys just skis in all the cuties.
Never had static because everybody knew me.
Local DJs tearing up the racks.
And out on the corner some punk gets tagged.
After the party crack open the 40.
Boosted from the store, yo, the man never bought me.
Shedded to the arcade, crank the bass.
And then the 5-0 chased us from the place.
Hop on the railroad plays, bucka-duck-duck.
Everywhere I went, I always pumped the market.
In my jacket, the bomb up where I went.
Because we were just so good.
We were just products of the environment.
Here it is, black and white.
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Here it is, black [Gb] and white.
You hear [Eb] it in the strips of my voice
and in my breath on Iggy.
Now you know how I was living.
It happened to me like it happened to Sir.
Pimp Minister Pete Nicell kicked the vert.
Richie Rich and my boy,
Chiwe Hood type,
Decatur and Kingston.
Beth Pistovicent, Shedded to the empire
and Hoods was flamming.
Open it for Gina, Skins [E] in it, scamming.
Mouth open wide for those listening.
So I'm open with the system in [Bbm] my system.
I'm protected but respected for my own self.
Cause the talent, no shade or nothing else.
I time attention, racially instant.
I came off and all the brothers blessed him.
I left more than a mark, I left a dent.
Cause I'm a product, I'm being [Eb] bombed.
I'm a product, I'm being bombed.
I'm a product, [C] I'm being bombed.
[Eb] I'm a product, I'm being bombed.
I'm a product, I'm being bombed.
Yo, short Tina, do-do, shout out to Molly Marl and the IC by Fiend.
Yo, short Tina, do-do, shout out to Molly Marl and the IC by Fiend.
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