1) rapper from Mobb Deep
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1) Albert Johnson (born November 2, 1974 in Bradford, Brooklyn, New York and died on June 20, 2017 in Las Vegas), better known by his stage name Prodigy, was a member of the hip hop duo Mobb Deep. Prodigy worked as a solo artist since the early 2000s. He was born to parents of Ethiopian and Jamaican descent. Prodigy was born with sickle cell anemia and suffered from the disease throughout his life. Propelled to awareness partially by fellow Queens, New York rapper Nas, who took a similar approach lyrically on his championed "Illmatic" album from 1994, as well as with the aid of a successful single, "Shook Ones Pt. 2," Mobb Deep suddenly found themselves developing a quickly growing cult. A year later, in 1996, Prodigy and Havoc released "Hell on Earth"; debuting at number six on SoundScan, the album found them fully realizing their approach, dropping both evocative beats and cinematic rhymes that communicated the dark side of New York's urban landscape. Thanks to a grim video for "Hell on Earth (Front Lines)" and theatrical Scarface-like photos inside the CD booklet picturing the duo with guns and a mound of cocaine, Mobb Deep had created an elaborate image for themselves that took hardcore gangsta rap to a new level for East Coast hip hop. Their next release, "Murda Muzik", was heavily bootlegged while still in its demo stage, leaking rough versions of the nearly 30 songs the duo had recorded onto the streets and over the internet.
Months after the bootlegs leaked and after several pushed-back street dates, "Murda Muzik" was formally released, debuting at number three on the Billboard charts and quickly going platinum on the strength of "Quiet Storm," a song that epitomized the Mobb Deep style. The album was welcomed by critics, who again lauded the group's lucid cinematics, driven primarily by Havoc's production. In late 2000, Prodigy finally released his long-rumoured solo album, "H.N.I.C.", which saw the more lyrically gifted member of the group collaborating with outside producers such as The Alchemist and Rockwilder on tracks that didn't depart far from the trademark sullen Mobb Deep style. Their follow-up, "Infamy", was the duo’s last album for Loud, distributed by Columbia Records and was, for some, a disappointment lyrically and musically, while others praised it as amongst the best rap albums of the year. Loud was absorbed by its new distributor shortly afterwards.
Mobb Deep then signed with Jive, under a unique deal that gave the duo its own imprint, Infamous Records, and released "Amerika'z Nightmare", a very uneven effort, which featured production by The Alchemist and Lil' Jon. However, despite a successful single that featured a Thomas Dolby sample. The duo was not happy with Jive, and were let go at its request. The duo took a hiatus afterwards and came back in 2006, signing to 50 Cent’s Interscope/Universal-distributed G-Unit imprint. Their well-hyped "Blood Money" was a failure from the money side when compared to fellow label mates like 50 Cent, Young Buck and Lloyd Banks. Some accused the duo of selling out, with their beats and rhymes not up-to-par with previous efforts on Loud.
He completed work on his third solo album "H.N.I.C. Part 2", which was previewed on his official mixtape "The Return of the Mac" on the independent label Koch Records. The mixtape single and mixtape video are called "Mac 10 Handle," and it shows Prodigy once again reverting to his trademark braids that he had prior to the release of Mobb Deep's 2004 "Amerika'z Nightmare" album; different from the short fade he had from 2004 to 2006. "H.N.I.C. Pt. 2 was released through Voxonic Inc., of which Prodigy is an equity holder.
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R.I.P.
Prodıgy Lyrics
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I don't bend, I don't break
Too much dough to ever go broke
Too much flow, I'm not no fluke
Too much champagne to use flutes
I'm straight from the bottle like a genie hoop
Grant you death wishes
You play yourself out of pocket, I get vicious
Burn it down, I smell Piff
I'm posted it up like an advertisement for a gangsta flick
She like that, I'm smoother
She used to dudes trying to seduce her
I tell her straight up let's move towards the exit
So I can put your high-heeled shoes up
On the roof of the hard head coupe
She want me for me, and you for loot
You goof troop, I'm all
Throughout the globe, you're a local star
Stay in your lane and get folded
Wrapped up like tour bus promotion
You'se a flop, when your album drop
It's like dropping a brick into the ocean
R-A-W (fuck with her for a little while, ain't nothing I can't handle)
Daytime drama, niggas get soaked
Washed up good, blood stained clothes
I'm OD reckless
Out of left field, my team'll just wet this
You ain't gotta like it but respect it
You ain't gotta fight it, just let it
What's good, everything Gucci 'til
I gotta give to them raw like sushi bill
Nigga get his kufi pealed
I'm that nigga, bitches choose me still
And them same hoes y'all niggas open off
Left my penthouse with a swollen jaw
I'm everything you can't be, it's hopeless
Like a penny with a hole in it, oh shit
Worthless, and I'm just perfect
On purpose, Hav at your service
(That's right) R-A-W
Y'all niggas need towels out there B?
Bring your album out nigga
Come on B
I'm foul with a gorgeous neck
Dusted in style, a half moon caesar
Al protect me
Bruce Lee glasses in the Aston
Sniffing a half a glass of Coke
Wild out for last year
Money stronger, Benz longer
Jetting to the Teeter Barrel
Two sprinters along
Ghost catch me in your pocket
Other than that, up in the stockage
Wool ridge jacket on the pop bitch
No funny money, my bunny Colombian
Thick back, grey eyes, and she got no stomach
Pull out the wiper and sweep
Drop it out the window
My kin'll blow you right to sleep
We professionals dickhead, grabbing our testicles
Who wanna battle, bring your burners and geckos
I'm sure to have fun on you young niggas
I'm not a hater, I can't stand 'em, I man to man 'em
It's all love you na' mean, all for that in this family
You know, Raekwon himself, P, Agent IC, the H-A-V-O-C
You know how we do it family, stay lettered baby
One time baby, love is love, dig?
Real shit, real niggas
In "R.I.P." by Prodigy and Alchemist, the singer speaks about his unbreakable spirit and his unstoppable success. He has too much money to ever go bankrupt and too much talent to ever be called a fluke. He describes himself as a genie coming out of a bottle, ready to grant death wishes to anyone who crosses him. He refuses to dance to anyone's tune and only does what he wants to do, including burning things down and smoking weed. The singer also speaks about his ability to attract women and leave other men envious. He is fearless and reckless, and he does not care about other people's opinions or feelings. Ultimately, the song is a celebration of the singer's power and self-confidence.
Line by Line Meaning
Nobody can't stop our reign
Our power and control cannot be challenged by anyone.
I don't bend, I don't break
I am strong-willed and resilient, and cannot be easily influenced or swayed.
Too much dough to ever go broke
I have an abundance of money and will never become financially unstable.
Too much flow, I'm not no fluke
My talent and skill as a rapper is not a coincidence or luck, but a result of hard work and dedication.
Too much champagne to use flutes
I am so wealthy and extravagant that using champagne flutes would not do justice to my lifestyle.
I'm straight from the bottle like a genie hoop
I consume my champagne straight from the bottle, in a reference to a genie coming out of a bottle.
Grant you death wishes
I have the power to carry out acts of violence against those who cross me.
You play yourself out of pocket, I get vicious
If someone tries to deceive or cheat me, I will retaliate with extreme force.
I don't dance, I just do this
I do not partake in frivolous activities such as dancing, but instead focus on my craft as a rapper.
Burn it down, I smell Piff
I am aware of the scent of marijuana, and insinuating that I will burn down anything in my way.
I'm posted it up like an advertisement for a gangsta flick
I am positioned in a way that resembles an advertisement for a gangster film.
She like that, I'm smoother
I have a charm that appeals to women and makes me stand out.
She used to dudes trying to seduce her
Women are accustomed to men attempting to seduce them, but I am different.
I tell her straight up let's move towards the exit
I am straightforward with women and make my intentions clear.
So I can put your high-heeled shoes up
I will provide for and take care of a woman to the extent that she can rest her feet on top of the car roof's hardcover.
On the roof of the hard head coupe
The woman's high-heeled shoes will be resting on top of the hardcover of the car that I am driving.
She want me for me, and you for loot
Women are attracted to me for who I am, while other men are only attractive to them for their wealth.
You goof troop, I'm all
I am better than other men, who are foolish and lack the skills and talents that I have.
Throughout the globe, you're a local star
While others may only be famous in their local area or community, I am known across the globe.
Stay in your lane and get folded
Others should focus on their own path rather than trying to compete with me, as I will easily triumph over them.
Wrapped up like tour bus promotion
Others will be defeated and disposed of in a manner that is similar to items that are packed up and stored during a tour bus promotion.
You'se a flop, when your album drop
When others release their albums, they will inevitably fail.
It's like dropping a brick into the ocean
Releasing an album that will fail is like dropping a brick into the ocean, as it will have no impact or significance.
Y'all niggas need towels out there B?
Are you guys sweating or feeling the pressure?
Bring your album out nigga
Release your album and see how it compares to mine.
I'm foul with a gorgeous neck
I am crude but have a distinguished, fashionable appearance.
Dusted in style, a half moon caesar
I am elegantly styled with a haircut that resembles a half moon.
Al protect me
My friend and collaborator Alchemist will protect me.
Bruce Lee glasses in the Aston
I am wearing sunglasses that resemble those of martial artist Bruce Lee, while driving an Aston Martin.
Sniffing a half a glass of Coke
I am using cocaine recreationally.
Wild out for last year
I partied excessively all of last year.
Money stronger, Benz longer
I have more money now, and an even fancier car.
Jetting to the Teeter Barrel
I am traveling to a location called the Teeter Barrel, possibly a nightclub or bar.
Two sprinters along
I am traveling in two Mercedes-Benz Sprinter vans.
Ghost catch me in your pocket
I am elusive and difficult to catch or track down.
Other than that, up in the stockage
Other than this, I am in a storage facility or warehouse.
Wool ridge jacket on the pop bitch
I am wearing a Woolrich jacket while carrying a gun.
No funny money, my bunny Colombian
I only deal with real cash and my girlfriend is Colombian.
Thick back, grey eyes, and she got no stomach
My girlfriend has a large posterior, light grey eyes, and does not have a protruding stomach.
Pull out the wiper and sweep
I will pull out a gun and shoot.
Drop it out the window
I will dispose of the evidence by throwing it out of the car window.
My kin'll blow you right to sleep
My friends and associates will put an end to someone if necessary.
We professionals dickhead, grabbing our testicles
We are professionals and in control of the situation, even when it appears otherwise.
Who wanna battle, bring your burners and geckos
If anyone wants to challenge me, they should be prepared to use their guns or any other weapons they may have.
I'm sure to have fun on you young niggas
I will easily defeat and humiliate anyone who tries to challenge me.
I'm not a hater, I can't stand 'em, I man to man 'em
I do not hate others, but I will confront them face to face.
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Written by: David Maman, Corey Woods, Kejuan Muchita, Albert Johnson, ALAN MAMAN
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