Lyrics:
Uh, uh, uh
I say we all got children, products of the ghetto
Momma cooked us soup, daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook
Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books
Ghetto university, knowledge is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
When the feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at
Everybody got a past but you can never go back
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tellin' you like it is, how we ever gon' live?
I'm the frame
Can't be hanging 'round with fake niggas
Papa said the same
Me and sober left me open
Left the drama in my frames
Sprinkle grabba in the dank
Can't be guaping to the bank
I been running 'way from deserts
Putting problems on my name
Know they know me, I'm a problem on the page
Navigated to the gates
You couldn't follow up the pace
Putting garbage in your face, I pee
I swallow the debate no debate
Y'all ate the product off the
Plate on the pavement
See, a nigga like me never change
I'm on the same shit
Picking up the knowledge out of state
This shit amazing could've went to college
But I flaked to get this payment
Forever on vacation, on vacation
Made money, watch for the cops that go a hundred, crazy summer
Moved on up, Fivers are on it, that or a shooter
Who I'm around, every hoovers want a new block
These is the projects, let me screw you top of the day
Thermometer hot, niggas a shoot bruh and be up
More gun shots than in Felluajah, call it Chiraq
Hundred-g lines, no time to lye back want a Maybach
Get a real junkie to test the product, hold the ice pot
Warm up the pot, let it rock up, stay on your grind
Get that shit jumpin', start off with dimes and on the week days
Take 25 give 'em all three bags
Within a week you're gettin' money, the cliché
Come through bumpin' your head and he say
They all say that he paid
And now people wondering what he made
And if your weak eh, can he be robbed, beast hey
Now he gotta go Mobb Deep on me
Street knowledge, we puttin' these books to the test
We puttin' two to the chest for niggas who rock vests
Food for though, spittin' out verbs for sport
In these streets you better walk the walk or come up short
Street knowledge, we puttin' these books to the test
We puttin' two to the chest for niggas who rock vests
Food for though, spittin' out verbs for sport
In these streets you better walk the walk or come up short
Don't let 10 miles get you oxed up, boxed up in the cage
On some bruja shit, bitches burning bundles of sage
Your crack rock too pure, they gonna set you up
Chain too big on your neck, they calling you King Tut
Trust the one who's sweat bands is narc ID's
And run for the hills, if you hear anybody yell freeze
Stash your cheese better, them shoe boxes don't work
That's some old school shit, like money in the mattress
Bitches is actresses, just screw 'em and leave
They fuck up your whole operation like Adam and Eve
Don't play the roof tops, change the color of your blue tops
And them bags with the smiley faces, get new stocks
You can't run in skinny jeans, serve fiends my any means
Sprinkle coke in the dust blunt to spice up your greens
This the school of street gems from your boy Tony Yano
You wanna check for it nigga, slide across the Verrazano
Street knowledge, we puttin' these books to the test
We puttin' two to the chest for niggas who rock vests
Food for though, spittin' out verbs for sport
In these streets you better walk the walk or come up short
Street knowledge, we puttin' these books to the test
We puttin' two to the chest for niggas who rock vests
Food for though, spittin' out verbs for sport
In these streets you better walk the walk or come up short
Strip away all the access components
Unveil a picture one sought to hide
Personalities are like fiction
The derivative truth but with no substance
Violence and hate
Nourishment, territory and mate
We are the product of some experiment
While most live in ignorance
Some cant except
The last thing we see is obsession, depth of insanity
Follow the source into the ground
Feeling all vibration flow inside of you
We create the sound
Like our fathers long before us
We've forgotten how
Sun down
Swiftly a less passive creature emerges
Mark the august steps
We'll shine the way
Still the path remains the same
Some may find their own way
Forever like me thirst for a pool of consistency
Catch a bug for knowledge and the structure comes down
A counter intuitive attack
Speak no evil and watch it flourish
In a current state of madness
Obie Trice, showed you right
He done seen overseas, he's not a prototype (nah)
Nobody's protégé, Em only showed O the way
Fuck what the media say
If you listen to music then you should know that O Trice fused it
In a matter where he speaks how the streets views it
Choose, to translate it through the art of music
And started using it reachin' the youth
Influenced by the truth in it (truth)
And as a boy, a man, I ran from boys in vans
Do the knowledge, acknowledge and try to comprehend
Hand full of contraband
A product of my environment, narcotics and violence
Inspires the content, but my intent is
To retire these tired-ass writers in silence (yeah)
'Cause haters, they hate us 'cause Shady became famous
And claimed the rap game when they thought he'd be nameless (hah)
But racist accusations won't change us
Let the truth be told, you think O will be over here
Like, "Massa, show them you got soul" (Massa)
No, anybody knows us knows that's not how we roll
So, I still push the bucket
If I ain't trust it I wouldn't fuck with it
But fuck it, I'm gone bitch!
When I'm locked down I use Tim's as my shower slippers
I'm in the background mingling with the powder flippers
In the basement, hard-body power lifters
I crush sour in the sifter, see how I lift her
Universal God, I stay scientific
The kid with the Golden Arms, Iron Fisted
Stay Asiatic, so cinematic
Noise in the attic, bang out with the automatics
It's hood politics that bring the hunger back
I'm straight chopping wood, call me the lumberjack
Check the catalog, put out a hundred packs
Watch for drug sniffing dogs, they coming from the back
I'm straight thunder clap, the funky drummer's back
It's pure Dopium, give 'em a heart attack
I stay stacking plaques like ancient artifacts
Joe Namath in the game, I'm the quarterback
Eight balls of coke, blunt to the greenery
Pounds in the trunk get you a concrete scenery
Handmade ox'll get you dumped in the mess hall
Snitch niggas run to C.O.'s to confess all
This is street knowledge, knowledge I screw college
Like a speech from the GZA, sharp like the RZA
Don't run with a scissor, nigga the truth is the
Truth, now I'mma drop a few jewels in the booth
Used to boot crack, stuff 'em inside a tennis ball
Ans throw it when they rushing the block, trust no cops
Driving around with two mitts in my socks
Cooked coke gon' get you in more trouble than money
Don't crawl through dust juice, the pigs is hungry
You think they ain't watching?
Chorus:
Killa Rhyme Klik keeps the function live
Heads treat my lovely on the 1-2-5
I might socialize if I dip and dive
'Cause it's the daily routine on which I thrive
I got platoons, I got regiments, I got battalions
I got ponies, I got mares, and I got stallions
I got planets, I got moons, and I got stars
I got jewelry, I got loot, plus I got cars
I got family, I got foes, I got an ally
It's the E man, you got priests and a rabbi
I got knowledge, I got wisdom, I got overstandin'
I got culture, freedom, you got a weakly meat
You have bless, you have blood, you have a sacrifice
You have guilt, you have shame, you got your soul on ice
It's a control device, can't you see my earth is in orbit
Lucy's holdin' product, that's why you can't afford it
Chorus:
I will choose my diet with care
And like that wasn't enough
I already wrote you a goodbye note
To say farewell to you
Your TV world
Your fake idol
Your selfish ways
Compromising truth
Nothing has come to an end
I'm so glad I never followed you
Impossible to progress
I burn your flag to possess
The strength and knowledge
That you repress
I choose my diet with comfort
And like that wasn't enough
I wrote you a thank you note
For what you tried to make of me
A prepackaged blueprint
A cut to fit product
Thank you for absolutely nothing
We are just blueprints
We are just products
Individuality lost to conformity
I am not me
We are just blueprints
We are just products
Individuality now means anonymity
We are not free
Cocaine business controls America
Ganja business controls America
KRS-One come to start some hysteria
Illegal business controls America
One afternoon around eleven o'clock
It was freezin cold, he was standing on the block
Sellin cheeba, nick's and dimes
Sayin a rhyme just to pass the time
The cops passed by, but he stayed calm
Cause the leather trench coat was keepin him warm
But this time they walked by real slowly
He thought to himself, "They look like they know me"
They drove away, but he didn't stay
He jumped in the cab and he paid his tab
But guess who he saw when he hit the block
It was the same cop car, the same two cops
They jumped out quick, they pulled a gun
They said, "Don't try to fight and don't try to run
Cooperate and we will be your friend
Non-cooperation will be your end"
He jumped in the car, and while they rode
They ran down the list of things he owed
They said, "You owe us some money, you owe us some product
Cause you could be right in the river tied up"
He thought for a second and he said, "What is this?
Above the clouds
In coldest times
A paradise, bathed in light
Enlightened Ones
Syphoning
Cataclysmic energy
Straight from the mouth of the beast
Parasitic
A dire feast
Product of ambition, advanced technology
A devil-born machine
Aided evolution, still greater we can be
The closer we get to the stream
Beneath the surface
Beacon of progress
The Ocean Palace
Queen of the sky
Corrupt descent
Maddened by the power of the Gods
Immortal life
Omnipotence
Her thirst will soon be quenched at humanity's expense
Awaken cosmic terror, bestow now unto me
A power beyond comprehension
Rising to the heavens, transcending space and time
The harbinger of doom, Black Omen
Made money, watch for the cops that go a hundred, crazy summer
Moved on up, Fivers are on it, that or a shooter
Who I'm around, every hoovers want a new block
These is the projects, let me screw you top of the day
Thermometer hot, niggas a shoot bruh and be up
More gun shots than in Felluajah, call it Chiraq
Hundred-g lines, no time to lye back want a Maybach
Get a real junkie to test the product, hold the ice pot
Warm up the pot, let it rock up, stay on your grind
Get that shit jumpin', start off with dimes and on the week days
Take 25 give 'em all three bags
Within a week you're gettin' money, the cliché
Come through bumpin' your head and he say
They all say that he paid
And now people wondering what he made
And if your weak eh, can he be robbed, beast hey
Now he gotta go Mobb Deep on me
Street knowledge, we puttin' these books to the test
We puttin' two to the chest for niggas who rock vests
Food for though, spittin' out verbs for sport
In these streets you better walk the walk or come up short
Street knowledge, we puttin' these books to the test
We puttin' two to the chest for niggas who rock vests
Food for though, spittin' out verbs for sport
In these streets you better walk the walk or come up short
Don't let 10 miles get you oxed up, boxed up in the cage
On some bruja shit, bitches burning bundles of sage
Your crack rock too pure, they gonna set you up
Chain too big on your neck, they calling you King Tut
Trust the one who's sweat bands is narc ID's
And run for the hills, if you hear anybody yell freeze
Stash your cheese better, them shoe boxes don't work
That's some old school shit, like money in the mattress
Bitches is actresses, just screw 'em and leave
They fuck up your whole operation like Adam and Eve
Don't play the roof tops, change the color of your blue tops
And them bags with the smiley faces, get new stocks
You can't run in skinny jeans, serve fiends my any means
Sprinkle coke in the dust blunt to spice up your greens
This the school of street gems from your boy Tony Yano
You wanna check for it nigga, slide across the Verrazano
Street knowledge, we puttin' these books to the test
We puttin' two to the chest for niggas who rock vests
Food for though, spittin' out verbs for sport
In these streets you better walk the walk or come up short
Street knowledge, we puttin' these books to the test
We puttin' two to the chest for niggas who rock vests
Food for though, spittin' out verbs for sport
In these streets you better walk the walk or come up short
When your heart isn't even, it's hard to believe in
When god isn't speaking, mind in the deep end, we was believing
Mind doesn't sleep quick, my conscience is grieving, feel like time is beefing
Knowledge we seeking, silently creeping, product of sleepless
Mind has been sinking, the tonic I'm chiefing, wallet decreasing
Kinda been reaching, now I can see it, this time defeating
Fight with my demons, signs of achievement, tryna be with
When heart isn't even, it's hard to believe in
God isn't speaking, even
Come on
Yeah
I like to take this opportunity to thank everybody
Who been riding with me so far, it's a been a long journey
But they say your life's path is not about the destination
It's all about the journey
I appreciate y'all
It's my blood, sweat, tears, years
My struggle, love, hate, fear, New York City
You could make it here, you could make it anywhere
I came prepare for the rain, hail, sleet, snow
Whatever the weather we ride
Let my people go to the place where knowledge is born
We walk into the 3rd eye of the storm, check it out
Futuristic lyricist, straight from the renaissance
Top of the suffer chain, Rap's upper echelon
My people suffering, slave to another chain
This voyage is maiden like my mother, other name
Is this your first trip to hell?
For the same technology that promises boundless knowledge
also conceals the specter of unimaginable chaos.
In the hands of those who dare to wield it,
quantum computing is a harbinger of both brilliance and peril.
c dark force lurking in the depths of the digital unknown.
Hold my hands and pray
[lyrics in Creole]
You don't got knowledge yourself
So you don't know what that mean, a'ight?
Who suped you up to do the record in the first place?
Live by the sword and you'll die by it
Or don't be surprised if you end up in chains
You've made your bed now you're lying in
Tears of regret and choices made from
Product of a victim
Victim of fate
Product of a victim
Victim of fate
If you swim with sharks they'll eat you alive
They're ruthless evil and empty inside
Because history is written by the winners
Kept by the rich and taught by the sinners
Knowledge is power, they have it all
They're watching you as you fall
Watching as you fall
Live by the gun and you'll die by it
What more you expect when you given them reason
Don't play their game or be defined by it
There's always more paths to take
Product of a victim
Victim of fate
Product of a victim
Victim of fate
If you swim with sharks they'll eat you alive
They're ruthless evil and empty inside
Because history is written by the winners
Kept by the rich and taught by the sinners
Knowledge is power, they have it all
They're watching you as you fall
And you can point the finger
And play the blame game all that you want
'Cause you will never be happy
Because the problem is staring right back
And the problem is you
Product of a victim
Victim of fate
Product of a victim
Victim of fate
Product of a victim
Victim of fate
Product of a victim
Victim of
If you swim with sharks they'll eat you alive
They're ruthless evil and empty inside
Because history is written by the winners
Kept by the rich and taught by the sinners
Knowledge is power and they have it all
They're watching you as you fall
Watching as you fall
Knowledge is madness
Knowledge is madness
Knowledge is madness
(Slow, slow)
Don't you dare be
(10 feet below I go)
Careless
(Slow, slow)
Careless (Below I go)
Cuz who am I supposed to be
(Slow, slow)
If I'm just some smothered me
Mother's losing their names (Slow) to the law (Slow)
Product of the melting pot
Something like that last car your father just copped
Domestic crop
(Two careless) Domestic crops
(Slow, slow) Don't read
Too deep
Too deep (Slow, slow)
It's one in the mornin'
It's one in the mornin',
You gonna have come out your clothes on this one
It's one in the mornin'
Yeah I'm still at it, the microphone addict
You get your dome splattered, 'cause homey will not have it
Your ashes get scattered across the Atlantic
For actin' like you a teenage chick with her bra padded
You might laugh at it, but if you do the knowledge
It's really a tad tragic how they runnin' through they cabbage
You know my track record, L battle like a savage
I think and grow rich, that gives me the advantage
Uncle LL, I got product for sale
So I can bail Al Sharpton out of jail
Somebody gotta do it, somebody in the black community
Gotta get this money while y'all march for unity
So march on, I'ma get my Bentley park on
Then get my dogs a platform to bark on
The realest brother, you Nicole Kidman, one of 'The Others'
Children shiverin' under the covers
The man in black, the tilted Fedora hat
I'm bringin' it raw, you never want your money back
I'm focused baby, livin' like a quarterback
Playin' in the wishbone, L keep options black
Systematically, burn you like calories
Watch your mouth, go earn your lil' salary
I'm a classic like Nike Airs and Wallabees
You could catch it like the flu, homey follow me
[Chorus]
It's one in the mornin', flash the dough
It's one in the mornin', crack the Mo'
It's one in the mornin', get on the flo'
It's one in the mornin', who want to go?
Hey you, beaver, you build your own home on a river, in a sweet relationship with the product of your glance
X2
In the meantime it liberalizes stores in a sweet relationship with the goddess of cleanliness
Hey you job, you signed a contract with emancipation, successful harbinger as passion engine
In the meantime it liberalizes social diseases as servants of the goddess of value
Hey you, low and sacred hole, you've lost your sensitivity, you surrendered the strength of your values to entertainment programs
In the meantime birds fly high in the sky carefree from truth, with the goddess of life
Hey you, beaver, you build your own home on a river, in a sweet relationship with the product of your glance
X2
In the meantime it liberalizes buildings in a sweet relationship with the goddess of charity
Hey you bastion, erected in favor of healthy people, crumbled in attack of the fallen, pillars of cultural bases
In the meantime colorful inserts are grown in reinforced concrete fields thanks to the goddess of luck
Hey you lonely man, true universal value, which authenticity lies in direct social exchange
In the meantime atrophied critical senses seek development in the body of a virtual goddess
Hey you yes you gold, universal recognized currency that sit is within the earth and you manifest yourself on earth
And in the meantime good souls exchange what's inside with what's outside the goddess of real
I am the warning of what's to come
The herald of the end, the Council Of One
The angel of paradox, the Prodigal Son
I am the Power, a product of none
I am the still-burning flame
The Silence that whispers your Name
I am the Writing on the walls
The Echo that rings throughout The Halls
I am the steeple
I am the grave
I am the master
With Earth as my slave
I am the Glitch
I am the mistake
I am the nightmare
You can't drive away
Apocalyptic salvation
Your life rent in two
Eternal desolation
For the wise and the fool
All shall be victim
Of the Friend called Death
So say what you please
It'll be your last breath
The utterance of the Almighty
This Pandora's Box of mine
Fire mingled with lightning
The end draws
The end draws nigh
And if you thought you could Escape
This everlasting cancer
Fool, look to me, your final fate
For I am the Harbinger, I am The Answer
Strip away all the access components
Unveil a picture one sought to hide
Personalities are like fiction
The derivative truth but with no substance
Violence and hate,
Nourishment, territory and mate.
We are the product of some experiment
While most live in ignorance
Some cant except
The last thing we see is obsession, depth of insanity
Follow the source into the ground
Feeling all vibration flow inside of you
We create the sound
Like our fathers long before us
We've forgotten how
Sun down
Swiftly a less passive creature emerges
Mark the august steps
We'll shine the way
Still the path remains the same
Some may find their own way
Forever like me thirst for a pool of consistency
Catch a bug for knowledge and the structure comes down
A counter intuitive attack
Speak no evil and watch it flourish
In a current state of madness
Oh what you tryna get smart?
Nigga you tryna kick some knowledge?
Nigga fuck that give me your muthafuckin jewelry nigga
Take that shit off
Oh you got a pager too huh?
The skyline looms, a warning of the past
Where ancients' tech is buried, waiting to be cast
Beasts made of metal, waiting to breathe
A threat to the modern world, an impending wreathe
From the northern skies, the ancients' might returns
With gears and cogs a-whirring, a sight that forever burns
The rain beats down, a drumming of the end
The winds howl a chorus, of a tale to be penned
A story of the ancients, their gift from the north
A legacy of war, a destructive force
From the northern skies, the ancients' might returns
With gears and cogs a-whirring, a sight that forever burns
Forgotten knowledge, unleashed by a roar
The power of the ancients, unlocked forever more
The northern skies aglow, with the fire of the past
The ultimate destruction, that nothing can outlast
From the northern skies, the ancients' might returns
With gears and cogs a-whirring, a sight that forever burns
Their engines of death, the harbingers of war
Feared by all below, machines start to roar
I'm too cool, I move smooth, I'm old school
More fools bring more fools, they potato from Whole Foods
Tryna fuck, punch a clit like Kung Fu
Flow so sick, motherfucker, I'ma toast you
Nicolas Cage with my gold, hope a day I find it
For the record, make a record so I can break a record
Your child ways for me, cannot define me
Remember, diamonds are the ones that made in pressure
Phone constantly ringing like the date lines
If it's not for the money, really, I don't waste time
Partners around me carry something on their waistline
Rather be dead than someone tryna take mine
You've been amazed, got the juice like MinuteMaid
T-bag your bitch while I wipe your whole dinner plate
Stupid motherfuckers will die in a bigger rate
Let the axle break and never tired, only escalate
Escalate the pressure, how I penetrate
Straight smoke you, let your air tubes ventilate
Over your head like David Blaine, how I levitate
Better the quality, the more coins I regenerate
Product of my environment
Product of my environment
Product of my environment
Come from a city where we don't say
Product of my environment
Product of my environment
Product of my environment
Come from a city where we don't say
We keep it quiet and moving
Dark colors in the night help us move quick
We so used to this life, it ain't no new shit
Violence, drugs, and gang banging will have you end up on the news quick
Always steady stepping in the streets
Chuck tailors on my feet, packing heat
Fuck with me, get laid down like I'm laying in a sheet
Felt like I'm underneath so many nights in my cell
I spent thinking of the hell that I raised
Indictment on my case
And the victims barely got saved
But we all get to see another day
Damn, I made it a long way from shackles and white hallways
In the yard with them lifers, spitting no knowledge all day
Talking about life all day
Spitting knowledge all day
Talking about life all day
All day
All day
Product of my environment
Product of my environment
Product of my environment
Come from a city where we don't say
Product of my environment
Product of my environment
Product of my environment, come from a city where we don't say
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