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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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Drama
Prodigy Lyrics
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Ayo, first off
Fuck these niggas that think it's sweet
I fucked their bitches, it's P
You know that nigga, that
Spit that Mobb Deep, gangsta shit
Got all kinds of beef, niggas want me hit
Can't let it go, won't let it, no
Guns I let them blow, niggas get fold
It's like clockwork
Schooling these niggas how the Glocks work
Show no fear, protect my wig
It's like field day i'm planting my flag
Can't stop, P once he squeezing that Mac
Can't stop death, there's no coming back
But I respect your hustle dunn
You tried your best
But for right, now, in pieces you will rest
The drama, we with that dig
The drama, we bury that shit
The drama, with me it's crazy guns pop
Dunns drop razor chops, basically
Basically it's no comp
Niggas get stomped out
So ill, your blood fuck my sneakers up dunn
Ew, fuck them shit's
I'll buy some new kicks
You need a new face though
Ya'll know the ratio
When it comes to that thumping
Ya'll niggas losing every round though
That's right
And I don't stop until them si reens
Be screaming up the blocks, and I murk off
I'm outta here dunn
I'm choking off green, you chocking on blood
I'm sitting back, leaning
You laying down fucked up
Tough luck, and if you come it be worse
And I don't lie, well tell stories
When the truth gonna
Reveal it'self eventually, they'll test me
Let's, see, how many lit's for gun it'll be
The drama, we with that dig
The drama, we bury that shit
The drama, with me it's crazy guns pop
Dunns drop razor chops, basically
Ayo, niggas hating, me
Because I blatantly don't give, a fuck
Dunn my shit is major league
You can't fake P
I'm a motherfucking menace
Your woman got eyes for me
She getting with it
She threw it at me, so I hit it
She gets wet, like the pool when I'm in it
And I dive all in it
Know you hate to hear that
Hurts dwelling on that
And now you want to flip
You talk alot of, shit
Niggas don't want it with this four, fifth
I got an extra clip for your man, so he ran
Top speed into a pole, and broke his nose
Niggas be shook like that
Because you know the history
Of the first infantry
How we used wet the spot with the black fully
As a youngin', a bully
Niggas didn't want it, we stay blunted
Eyes, the color of blood
We got respect in the hood
That's why the wolves show us love
We bugged, a little bit
When it's on and shit
Rest in peace to my niggas
That be talking shit word up
The lyrics to Prodigy's song "The Drama" reflect his unapologetic and confrontational attitude towards his enemies. In the opening lines, he dismisses those who underestimate him, asserting his dominance by claiming to have slept with their women. He proudly represents Mobb Deep's gangsta style and addresses the various conflicts and threats he faces. Prodigy expresses his refusal to back down and his willingness to resort to violence if necessary. He compares his actions to clockwork, suggesting that he operates with efficiency and precision.
Throughout the song, Prodigy emphasizes his superiority over his opponents. He taunts them for their lack of skill and their inability to compete with him. He boasts about his ability to inflict physical harm, referencing guns, razor chops, and stomping out his adversaries. Prodigy also highlights his disregard for consequences, depicting himself as a menacing figure who shows no remorse. The lyrics conclude with a tribute to fallen comrades and a reminder of Mobb Deep's respected reputation in their neighborhood.
Overall, "The Drama" showcases Prodigy's confidence, aggression, and loyalty to his crew. It portrays a no-nonsense perspective on street life and the constant battles that come with it.
Line by Line Meaning
Fuck you thought? Fuck ya'll thought?
What did you think? What did all of you think?
Ayo, first off
Listen up, first and foremost
Fuck these niggas that think it's sweet
Disregard those individuals who underestimate the situation
I fucked their bitches, it's P
I've been intimate with their girlfriends, it's me, Prodigy
You know that nigga, that Spit that Mobb Deep, gangsta shit
You're familiar with the person who delivers that hardcore, Mobb Deep style
Got all kinds of beef, niggas want me hit
I have multiple conflicts, enemies are trying to harm me
But it's not going down like that, because I
However, things won't happen the way they want because I
Can't let it go, won't let it, no
I refuse to overlook or forgive the situation
Guns I let them blow, niggas get fold
I allow firearms to discharge, leading to the defeat of my enemies
It's like clockwork
It happens with precision and regularity
Schooling these niggas how the Glocks work
Teaching these individuals a lesson in how firearms operate
Show no fear, protect my wig
I display no signs of fear, safeguarding my life
It's like field day i'm planting my flag
It's reminiscent of a school field day where I establish my dominance
Can't stop, P once he squeezing that Mac
Once I start firing the Mac-10, it's impossible to halt me
Can't stop death, there's no coming back
Death is inevitable, there's no return
But I respect your hustle dunn
Nevertheless, I acknowledge and appreciate your determination, my friend
You tried your best
You made an effort
But for right now, in pieces you will rest
However, for the time being, you will rest in fragments
The drama, we with that dig
We are involved in and embrace the chaos
The drama, we bury that shit
We put an end to and bury the conflicts
The drama, with me it's crazy guns pop
The chaos, when it involves me, includes intense gunfire
Dunns drop razor chops, basically
Individuals fall victim to deadly cuts, essentially
Basically it's no comp
Essentially, there's no competition
Niggas get stomped out
Individuals get physically beaten
So ill, your blood fuck my sneakers up dunn
I am so skilled that your blood stains my sneakers, my friend
Ew, fuck them shit's
Disregard those things
I'll buy some new kicks
I'll purchase new sneakers
You need a new face though
You require a major change in appearance, my friend
Ya'll know the ratio
You all understand the proportions
When it comes to that thumping
When it involves physical altercations
Ya'll niggas losing every round though
You all are continuously losing in these confrontations
That's right
Indeed
And I don't stop until them si reens
And I won't stop until the sirens are heard
Be screaming up the blocks, and I murk off
Are loudly blaring through the neighborhood, and I eliminate my enemies
I'm outta here dunn
I am departing, my friend
I'm choking off green, you chocking on blood
I am consuming marijuana, while you struggle to breathe due to your injuries
I'm sitting back, leaning
I am relaxing, reclining
You laying down fucked up
You are lying down, in a messed up condition
Tough luck, and if you come it be worse
Bad luck, and if you approach, the situation will worsen
And I don't lie, well tell stories
I am not dishonest, only recounting events
When the truth gonna
When the truth will
Reveal itself eventually, they'll test me
Become evident over time, they will challenge me
Let's, see, how many lit's for gun it'll be
Let's find out how many shots it will take to incapacitate them
Ayo, niggas hating, me
Hey, there are individuals who despise me
Because I blatantly don't give, a fuck
Because I openly don't care at all
Dunn my shit is major league
My abilities and actions are of the highest caliber
You can't fake P
You can't imitate or deceive Prodigy
I'm a motherfucking menace
I am a dangerous and intimidating individual
Your woman got eyes for me
Your girlfriend is attracted to me
She getting with it
She is engaging in sexual activity with me
She threw it at me, so I hit it
She made advances towards me, so I engaged in sexual intercourse
She gets wet, like the pool when I'm in it
She becomes sexually aroused, just like a swimming pool with me in it
And I dive all in it
And I fully engage in the sexual encounter
Know you hate to hear that
I know you dislike hearing about it
Hurts dwelling on that
It pains you to think about it
And now you want to flip
And now you are becoming angry or upset
You talk alot of, shit
You speak a great deal of disrespectful or boastful words
Niggas don't want it with this four, fifth
Individuals do not want to engage in a conflict with this .45 caliber pistol
I got an extra clip for your man, so he ran
I have an additional magazine of ammunition for your friend, so he fled
Top speed into a pole, and broke his nose
At maximum velocity, he crashed into a pole and fractured his nose
Niggas be shook like that
Individuals become scared or fearful in that manner
Because you know the history
Because you are aware of the reputation or background
Of the first infantry
Of the original group of soldiers
How we used wet the spot with the black fully
How we used to soak the area with gunfire from the black fully automatic weapon
As a youngin', a bully
When I was younger, I was an aggressive and intimidating individual
Niggas didn't want it, we stay blunted
Individuals did not desire a confrontation, so we remained under the influence of drugs
Eyes, the color of blood
Eyes that have turned red, resembling the color of blood
We got respect in the hood
We have earned admiration and honor within the community
That's why the wolves show us love
That's why the dangerous individuals admire and appreciate us
We bugged, a little bit
We were slightly crazy
When it's on and shit
When conflicts arise
Rest in peace to my niggas
May my deceased friends find peace
That be talking shit word up
Those who used to speak ill of others, I assure you
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@johndewberryiii9925
This beat is crazy. It’s got a heroic victorious sound I love it
@thebullverine
Big facts
@sonnyrico6905
Alchemist made a masterpiece, Prodigy killed this song. Real gangster shit. We miss you, P.
@T_TYME
Stumbled across this gem last night......been on repeat ever since 💯 R.I.P. Prodigy
@g.carter2804
Been thinking about this track all week. #RIPP
@TheDequanparham
Classic prodigy and alchemist
@valeriansalad6904
yup, this one doesn't get old
@joedoe302012
God i love this sh#t
@Jmane1040
R.i.p solider. ......long live P
@newphone9231
This Track Changed Me