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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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Make It Hot
Prodigy Lyrics
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Parkers on racks ’cause I raps like Christmas
Holy shit get light, get light
It’s hot outside I got the keys to the bike
Gone full bottle, tonight we’re going in like it ain’t no tomorrow
Take drugs, make love now war I’m a gangsta hippie don’t start nothing
Keys tot he crib, while I’ll be poppin it all
To the death, fuck it north,
Everything from the couch to the bed
Can’t stop, won’t stop till they superman though
Give me superman fly
And slash oh to the hood, I’m a creature
I grew up in the woods
No time for fake ones,
Come and smoke a little bit with this real ones
Live a little risky don’t be a shuck one
I’m not stingy the shots on me
Oh, I’ll make it hot, make it hot
I’ll make it hot, make it hot
I’ll make it hot, make it hot
I’ll make it hot, make it hot
Yeah my pockets on loud, I’m in the string volume
My closet on swag, my balls at the top few
Best nigga spittin, pee how you livin
Couldn’t be better you could say stakes giving
You’re my cold bottom drop
The hood gonna cop, the streets going crazy for that new more I
Set up in the box that’s where I got stronger and
Came back home, took the ice off the watch
Automor Rolex couple hew blotch
Nothing fancy just enough for the potch
When your bitch is the baddest bitch how could you not
Feel like we’re gonna parry on in the spot
Get off of my flag, hoe you let dancing
Is you what you do, don’t worry about the handsome
Shoot em with the rubin kill em with the baby face
And be the humble that it squeeze slugs when you’re late face
Hoes wanna grip, foes wanna trip
Then ever move on me cause they know how I get
Got real street power and it ain’t about..
Met the top of the fool chain now here on the block
And you just a little snack, my hunger insatiable
Easy as 1 2 3 you niggas base the cool as millions of bros
But I just take one of them, these billions of dollars
I need the one of them
No time for fake ones,
Come and smoke a little bit with this real ones
Live a little risky don’t be a shuck one
I’m not stingy the shots on me...
Oh, I’ll make it hot, make it hot.
I’ll make it hot, make it hot.
I’ll make it hot, make it hot.
I’ll make it hot, make it hot.
The lyrics to Prodigy's song "Make It Hot" depict a wild and reckless lifestyle. The opening lines mention smoking and drinking, followed by a comparison to rapping and Christmas gifts. The chorus urges the listener to live dangerously and enjoy the moment, with the repeated phrase "I'll make it hot." The verses continue with references to gangster culture, including keys to the crib and gunplay. The lyrics are full of slang and references to street life, creating a vivid picture of a certain type of escapism.
Overall, the lyrics to "Make It Hot" celebrate a life of excess and danger. The singer encourages the listener to indulge in drugs, sex, and violence, without regard for the consequences. The repeated phrase "I'll make it hot" serves as a sort of mantra, urging the listener to embrace the heat of the moment and live life to the fullest.
Line by Line Meaning
Super now smoke few bottles on the sleety
Let's smoke a few joints to get lit and have a good time.
Parkers on racks ’cause I raps like Christmas
I'm making so much money from my music that I can buy expensive clothes like parkas and display them like Christmas gifts.
Holy shit get light, get light
This is amazing, let's get even more excited and hyped up!
It’s hot outside I got the keys to the bike
It's hot, let's ride our motorcycles and feel the breeze.
Gone full bottle, tonight we’re going in like it ain’t no tomorrow
We're drinking and partying hard tonight like there's no tomorrow.
Take drugs, make love now war I’m a gangsta hippie don’t start nothing
Let's do drugs, make love, and not start any trouble.
Keys to the crib, while I’ll be poppin it all
I have access to everything in the house while I party and have fun.
Like belly the kid, yeah hoe whip bang it out
I'm partying like a wild and crazy outlaw like Belly the Kid.
To the death, fuck it north, everything from the couch to the bed
I'm partying hard and not stopping until the very end, and everything from the couch to the bed is involved.
Can’t stop, won’t stop till they superman though
I won't stop until I become a superhero like Superman.
Give me superman fly
I want to be able to fly like Superman.
And slash oh to the hood, I’m a creature
I'm embracing my identity as a unique and wild creature from the hood.
I grew up in the woods
I grew up in the hood, and it has shaped me into who I am today.
No time for fake ones, come and smoke a little bit with this real ones
I don't have time for fake people, let's smoke with real friends.
Live a little risky don’t be a shuck one
Take a risk and live life to the fullest, don't hold back.
I’m not stingy the shots on me
I'm not selfish, drinks are on me.
Oh, I’ll make it hot, make it hot
I'll make this party unforgettable and amazing.
Yeah my pockets on loud, I’m in the string volume
I'm making a lot of money and can afford to be flashy.
My closet on swag, my balls at the top few
I have a great sense of style and can afford the most expensive clothes in my closet.
Best nigga spittin, pee how you livin
I'm the best rapper out there, and I want to see how you're living.
Couldn’t be better you could say stakes giving
I'm doing great, almost like it's Thanksgiving with all the great things happening to me.
You’re my cold bottom drop, the hood gonna cop, the streets going crazy for that new more I
My music is popular and in-demand, and people love it and are excited for more.
Set up in the box that’s where I got stronger and
I honed my skills and became a better musician while in prison.
Came back home, took the ice off the watch
After getting out of prison, I returned home and stopped pretending to be flashy and materialistic.
Automor Rolex couple hew blotch
I have a Rolex and a few other expensive things, but not too much.
Nothing fancy just enough for the potch
I don't need anything too fancy, just enough to get by.
When your bitch is the baddest bitch how could you not
When you have the best girl, how could you not be confident?
Feel like we’re gonna parry on in the spot
It feels like we're going to party and dance all night long in this place.
Get off of my flag, hoe you let dancing
Stop messing around with me, girl, and let's dance.
Is you what you do, don’t worry about the handsome
I don't care about looks, focus on having fun and dancing.
Shoot em with the rubin kill em with the baby face
Don't judge a book by its cover - I may look innocent, but I have the ability to kill if provoked.
And be the humble that it squeeze slugs when you’re late face
Even though I'm humble, I won't hesitate to shoot if I'm provoked.
Hoes wanna grip, foes wanna trip
Girls want to be with me, and my enemies want to bring me down.
Then ever move on me cause they know how I get
My enemies are careful not to make a wrong move because they know how I react.
Got real street power and it ain’t about..
I have real power on the streets, and it's not just about my music.
Met the top of the fool chain now here on the block
I reached the top of the food chain and am now back in the hood on the streets.
And you just a little snack, my hunger insatiable
You're nothing compared to what I want and need.
Easy as 1 2 3 you niggas base the cool as millions of bros
I'm cooler than all of you guys combined, it's no problem for me.
But I just take one of them, these billions of dollars I need the one of them
I only need one billion dollars to be happy, not all of them.
No time for fake ones, come and smoke a little bit with this real ones
I only have time for real friends, let's smoke and have fun.
Live a little risky, don’t be a shuck one
Take a risk and enjoy life, don't be afraid to try new things.
I’m not stingy the shots on me...
I'm not selfish, drinks are on me.
Oh, I’ll make it hot, make it hot.
I'll make sure this party is unforgettable and amazing.
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