Artist: 3rd Bass Album: Derelicts of Dialect Song: Pop Goes the Weasel Verse One Pop goes the, pop goes the windin' of the weasel i see the empty pocket needs a refill i got a squad with a list of complainers i should have started RAPE, Rappers agianst phoney entertainers so we can make it known that we won't get swade it's 91 son, so somthin's gotta change gettin paid petal snearks and soda pop, pop pop goes the weasel as drawls drop drop drop, 1 take them, non top pop head (?) dig the music and make the senseless ryhmes fit it's the fact that ya can't be artistic intracat raps, comin so simplistic gotta strong mind and it doesn't have to be spoon fed and i can read it so 'cuz it has to be read so some stay illiterate and feeble, leagally let ya go the ways of the weasel, the weasel Chorus Pop Pop goes the weasel, the weasel -- three times \ repeat Pop goes the weasel, 'cuz the weasel goes pop / chorus Verse Two Hip hop, got turned into hip hop the second erect is number 1 on the pop charts but don't get started on the guy that started in the Getto, don't let no one forget about the hard part now in 91 we got a new brand, and new band lookin like the same old clan, same old theives that skeez, so we got to make sure that real rap got to indure watch all my points in the period appearin in complex structure like a pyramid the paper for the media presents ya learn lesson from the face of false legend stop vexin, on school, ya ain't originate on thin ice will break and set ya straight ate up on the plate, now who'd deisel, not the weasel not the weasel, pop goes the weasel Chorus Verse Three Ya stole somebody's record then ya looped it, ya looped it ya boosted the record then ya looped it, ya looped it Yo, i come from Collie (sp?) and they hooped it, they hooped it and now you're getting sued kinda stoopid boosted track, smack, ya got no haps to reach the 4 corners of the map, to kids in Kansas to kids to speak spanish, doin crazy damage so the wack get's banished ya can't manage the truth until the biway ya ain't quic so ya cut off the exit to my highway to rest but a crook, had to take a second look ever heard of a cheif who can't cook? but the minister prime can lay laws hey yo, Pete Nice, rip the mic and go or yours i goes for mine, i goes for mine, i find the prime won't eat the green eggs and swine on line like the search, or the hoody with the woody get a disc or tape at Sam goody so ya run through the doors that are left open left the scene on the crime smokin i got plenty up like a scud see blow up, like i'm blowin up a beef patty see out, like the measel's no cure, 'cus pop goes the weasel the weasel Chorus Artist: 3rd Bass Album: The Cactus Album Song: 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)