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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 duoβs 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 Centβs 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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H.N.I.C.
Prodigy Lyrics
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It's the hottest shit on the street
It move unit's like Shania Twain
On a Mobb beat the solar system stand still
Gods listen when I speak the
World pay attention it's
Capital P, niggas rather hang up
Ya niggas know my handle
Dunn, I catch you while
You shoppin' for kicks
Suprise bitch, shoot outs is spontaneous and
Oh from now on, call me Columbo
'Cause I come through wrinkled up
Think I give a fuck?
Look at my chain, look at my anklet
But are you listenin' to the words
Man? My shit bang kid
Nigga I run this shit, I set the trend
You get the dick that's basically it
These rap niggas think I'm
Talkin' bout them, nigga please
You ain't in my league, jus' follow my lead
I be the HNIC the head nigga in charge
The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
The MOBB, the status - we large
The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb
The HNIC the Head Nigga in Charge
The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb
The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
The MOBB, the status - we large
I'm all over, me and my dogs enjoy this
We pop bottles, celebrate your death
Blow a kiss
At your widow bitch, wish pain on your kids
Piss on your casket, kick
Ya tombstone and shit, dog
And I ain't even that foul type a dude
But all's fair in love and war
It's whatcha hand called for
Now ya mans wanna ride for your cause
But fuck it, they could get it too
Simple as you and I be God damned if they
Put they hands on me
Money brings power and puts guns in parties
Sends niggas on Amtrak with
Those for your body
It pays for thirty plane tickets
If we got beef, huh
Hardly, you all know what that is
I grew up in the hoods and the
Projects wit dope fiends and crack heads
Teenage killers with Mack-10s
Best friends cut each other's throat and
Twist they own fan backwards
Maybe that'd live now I'm on some rap shit
Album sold out keeps me far
From the big house
The hand guns from that bigger house
'Cause ain't nobody cuttin for me to
Enforce to hold it down like
The HNIC the Head Nigga in Charge
The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb
The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
The MOBB, the status - we large the HNIC
The Head Nigga in Charge
The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
The MOBB, the status - we large
The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb
In Prodigy's song H.N.I.C., the rapper boasts about his status as the Head Nigga in Charge, or H.N.I.C. He believes that his rhymes are the hottest on the street, and that they move units like Shania Twain on a Mobb beat. Prodigy puts himself on a pedestal, claiming that gods listen to him speak and the world pays attention. He's not afraid to confront his enemies, catching them off guard while they're shopping for kicks. He talks about how he's rich, with a chain and anklet, but the lyrics suggest that this doesn't define him.
Prodigy is all over, meaning that he's making his presence known, and he and his crew are celebrating. However, he's not afraid to be ruthless, wishing pain on his enemies' children and even pissing on their casket. He acknowledges that he grew up in the projects with dope fiends and crack heads, and that teenage killers were his friends. He's now on some rap shit, with his album sold out and his hand guns keeping him safe. The lyrics repeat the H.N.I.C. acronym as a mantra, emphasizing Prodigy's power and control.
Line by Line Meaning
Yo, it gets no better than this
This is the best it can possibly get.
It's the hottest shit on the street
This is the most popular music on the street.
It move unit's like Shania Twain
This music is more popular than Shania Twain's music.
On a Mobb beat the solar system stand still
This music is so good that nothing else matters when it's playing.
Gods listen when I speak the
My voice is so powerful that even gods pay attention.
World pay attention it's
Everyone in the world is paying attention to what I'm saying.
Capital P, niggas rather hang up
People are so intimidated by me that they would rather hang up than talk to me.
Ya niggas know my handle
Everyone knows who I am.
Talkin' like a straight thug
I am talking like a real gangster.
Dunn, I catch you while
I will catch you off guard.
You shoppin' for kicks
You will never know when I will catch you.
Suprise bitch, shoot outs is spontaneous and
Shootouts can happen at any moment, so be prepared.
Oh from now on, call me Columbo
I'm always investigating and figuring out the truth like the detective Columbo.
'Cause I come through wrinkled up
I will show up looking older and more experienced than you.
Think I give a fuck?
I don't care about anything but myself and my success.
Look at my chain, look at my anklet
Look at all my jewelry.
But are you listenin' to the words
Don't just look at my jewelry, listen to my lyrics too.
Man? My shit bang kid
My music is amazing and everyone loves it.
Nigga I run this shit, I set the trend
I am in control and everyone follows my lead.
You get the dick that's basically it
If you're not following my lead, you're not getting anything from me.
These rap niggas think I'm
Other rappers think they can compete with me, but they can't.
Talkin' bout them, nigga please
They're not even on my level, so why bother.
You ain't in my league, jus' follow my lead
Just do what I do and follow my lead, because you can never be as good as me.
I be the HNIC the head nigga in charge
I am the leader and in charge of everything.
The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
I am the boss and everyone else follows my lead.
The MOBB, the status - we large
We are a large group and everyone knows who we are.
The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb
The MOBB is known for its violence, but also for the love and loyalty of its members.
I'm all over, me and my dogs enjoy this
I am everywhere and my friends and I love this lifestyle.
We pop bottles, celebrate your death
We celebrate death like we celebrate life, with champagne and parties.
Blow a kiss
We even taunt our enemies' loved ones with provocative gestures.
At your widow bitch, wish pain on your kids
We have no mercy, even towards the innocent family members of our enemies.
Piss on your casket, kick
We have no respect for the dead, and would even desecrate their remains.
Ya tombstone and shit, dog
We will go to any lengths to show our dominance, even in death.
And I ain't even that foul type a dude
I'm not even that bad of a person, compared to some others.
But all's fair in love and war
When it comes to love and war, anything is allowed.
It's whatcha hand called for
This is what I was born to do, and I will do it at any cost.
Now ya mans wanna ride for your cause
Now your friends want to avenge your death.
But fuck it, they could get it too
I don't care who you are, if you're opposing me, you're in danger.
Simple as you and I be God damned if they
It's as simple as this, if they mess with me, they're going to regret it.
Put they hands on me
If they touch me, they're in trouble.
Money brings power and puts guns in parties
Money gives me and my crew power, and even our parties are violent.
Sends niggas on Amtrak with
We will go to any lengths to get to our enemies, even if it means taking a train.
Those for your body
We will do whatever it takes to get our hands on you, even if it means killing you.
It pays for thirty plane tickets
Money is not an issue, we'll buy plane tickets for our crew to carry out our dirty work.
If we got beef, huh
If we have a problem with someone, they better watch out.
Hardly, you all know what that is
Nobody can mess with us, because everyone knows what we're capable of.
I grew up in the hoods and the
I come from the worst neighborhoods, with drug addicts and murderers.
Projects wit dope fiends and crack heads
The projects were filled with drug addicts.
Teenage killers with Mack-10s
Even teenagers were carrying guns and killing people in my neighborhood.
Best friends cut each other's throat and
Even the people closest to us were capable of betraying and killing us.
Twist they own fan backwards
People in my neighborhood would even harm themselves, just to prove a point.
Maybe that'd live now I'm on some rap shit
I survived and now I'm making music about my experiences.
Album sold out keeps me far
My music is so popular, that it keeps me away from the dangers of my past life.
From the big house
I'm avoiding being locked up in prison.
The hand guns from that bigger house
I have guns to protect myself from those who want to harm me.
'Cause ain't nobody cuttin for me to
I have to look out for myself, because nobody else will do it for me.
Enforce to hold it down like
I have to maintain my authority and keep control of my life.
Lyrics Β© THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network
Written by: PORTER, ALBERT JOHNSON, Julian Garfield, Lamont Porter
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Caliz Carbonell
I get chills on my spine when I bump this
Miggz
One of the best albums of the 2000s
Ticallian Stallion
Ever homie!
JetBlackDreamz
One of best albums EVER. Timeless classic masterpiece.π―π
King Gill
Not even up for debateπͺπΎ
Ricky Hodgson
Gets no better than this
Wayne Silverman
Fuck always thought it was late 90s. 2001 my cousin used get smoked up to it while i was drinking southern comfort fucked
Pharaoh League
This album is a classic!!!
Don Ciotti
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Ruben Muniz
FUCK YEAH!!!!