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1) rapper from Mobb Deep
2) group fronted by Todd Duane and Lale Larsen
3) 90s teenage rapper
4) 70s powerpop from Minnesota
5) US progressive/power metal
6) lounge jazz, alias of Miki Litvak
7) 90s US metal
8) US rapper in The Dominion
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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1) rapper from Mobb Deep
2) group fronted by Todd Duane and Lale Larsen
3) 90s teenage rapper
4) 70s powerpop from Minnesota
5) US progressive/power metal
6) lounge jazz, alias of Miki Litvak
7) 90s US metal
8) US rapper in The Dominion
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.
www.hnic2.com/
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Prodigy Lyrics
Yo, what you doin right now? fuck Man
Niggas don't know what pain is man
I got 200 needle pokes in my arm nigga
Who be the source of this rap shit
Us the bosses
PuertoRock style, 20 shanks talk shit
I rock bandanas like a gang member
But I'm an Infamous representative don't
Get it fucked up
I need more guns like I need more funds
Like I need more businesses for my dunns
Like I need more vehicles to make more runs
Send a rep to your doorstep hand on that arms
Sick a dog on your most valuable dun
It's war
You talk most, we splish splash the most
Wet your clothes
It's fucked up, your uniform got all soaked
Pop niggas like a fish fry, take me for jokes
Silence that bitch, I put one in your throat
Don't provoke my niggas'll jump
You might croak
And this little ass nigga, funny style nigga
You must got to much alcohol in your system
We bloody sport niggas that
Love to pick victim don't be a stat
You should stand back when
My Infamous clique come
After I fucks I piss cum
I spit the illest shit you ever heard of
What's that outfit you rep, I never heard of
Smash y'all niggas like insects you bugged
The fuck out, like dust from Crazy Eddie
Spaghetti headed mobb niggas rhyme deadly
Rock Infamous sweatsuit's and like
My guns heavy
You ain't ready for a street life nigga baby
I'm too fowl, too grimey
Too much QB is inside me please rewind me
I'm every blocks theme music
E'ry projects anthem
Every guns handle it's on and clap two
Yo they could never get enough of it
Yo that's that shit, I need that shit
To boost my adrenaline
Yo rock that shit, that real life shit
Makes niggas wanna thug it
They could never get enough of it
Yo that's my shit, I need that shit
To boost my adrenaline
Yo rock that shit, that real life shit
Makes niggas wanna thug it
To top it off, I'm a pretty gangsta
Fly thug
All of my dunns concieted there ain't
A chick more dime than me
I let a ho know quickly sit bitch
Let me put you on the hottest shit be
I be the HNIC of the whole shit
Never let a ho get more than I wanna give
She be lucky if she get a pull of the dope
Only if she givin head to the whole clique
Aiyyo, I'm just kiddin
But yo I'm not playin
My wolves walk around the whole club schemin
Searching for a cutie that
Like to drink semen
Bring her to the mini mansion
Told me she wanna be a bunny
Said she like the way I talk dirty
I told her she had potential talk to Chinkey
P the type of vulture to fly a girl wit me
Outta state send her back to
You on some freak shit
How you stink, make you wanna bust your gun
Mad cuz you know a iller
Nigga fucking your hun
Handle it, what more can I say
Put her on a chain
My dunns too beautiful for her to stay away
They could never get enough of it
Yo that's that shit, I need that shit
To boost my adrenaline
Yo Rock that shit, that real life shit
Makes niggas wanna thug
They could never get enough of it
Yo that's my shit, I need that shit
To boost my adrenaline
Yo rock that shit, that real life shit
Makes niggas wanna thug it
They could never get enough of it
Yo that's that shit, I need that shit
To boost my adrenaline
Yo Rock that shit, that real life shit
Makes niggas wanna thug
They could never get enough of it
Yo that's my shit, I need that shit
To boost my adrenaline
Yo rock that shit, that real life shit
Makes niggas wanna thug it
Niggas don't know what pain is man
I got 200 needle pokes in my arm nigga
Who be the source of this rap shit
Us the bosses
PuertoRock style, 20 shanks talk shit
I rock bandanas like a gang member
But I'm an Infamous representative don't
Get it fucked up
Like I need more businesses for my dunns
Like I need more vehicles to make more runs
Send a rep to your doorstep hand on that arms
Sick a dog on your most valuable dun
It's war
You talk most, we splish splash the most
Wet your clothes
It's fucked up, your uniform got all soaked
Pop niggas like a fish fry, take me for jokes
Silence that bitch, I put one in your throat
Don't provoke my niggas'll jump
You might croak
And this little ass nigga, funny style nigga
You must got to much alcohol in your system
We bloody sport niggas that
Love to pick victim don't be a stat
You should stand back when
My Infamous clique come
After I fucks I piss cum
I spit the illest shit you ever heard of
What's that outfit you rep, I never heard of
Smash y'all niggas like insects you bugged
The fuck out, like dust from Crazy Eddie
Spaghetti headed mobb niggas rhyme deadly
Rock Infamous sweatsuit's and like
My guns heavy
You ain't ready for a street life nigga baby
I'm too fowl, too grimey
Too much QB is inside me please rewind me
I'm every blocks theme music
E'ry projects anthem
Every guns handle it's on and clap two
Yo they could never get enough of it
Yo that's that shit, I need that shit
To boost my adrenaline
Yo rock that shit, that real life shit
Makes niggas wanna thug it
They could never get enough of it
Yo that's my shit, I need that shit
To boost my adrenaline
Yo rock that shit, that real life shit
Makes niggas wanna thug it
To top it off, I'm a pretty gangsta
Fly thug
All of my dunns concieted there ain't
A chick more dime than me
I let a ho know quickly sit bitch
Let me put you on the hottest shit be
I be the HNIC of the whole shit
Never let a ho get more than I wanna give
She be lucky if she get a pull of the dope
Only if she givin head to the whole clique
Aiyyo, I'm just kiddin
But yo I'm not playin
My wolves walk around the whole club schemin
Searching for a cutie that
Like to drink semen
Bring her to the mini mansion
Told me she wanna be a bunny
Said she like the way I talk dirty
I told her she had potential talk to Chinkey
P the type of vulture to fly a girl wit me
Outta state send her back to
You on some freak shit
How you stink, make you wanna bust your gun
Mad cuz you know a iller
Nigga fucking your hun
Handle it, what more can I say
Put her on a chain
My dunns too beautiful for her to stay away
They could never get enough of it
Yo that's that shit, I need that shit
To boost my adrenaline
Yo Rock that shit, that real life shit
Makes niggas wanna thug
They could never get enough of it
Yo that's my shit, I need that shit
To boost my adrenaline
Yo rock that shit, that real life shit
Makes niggas wanna thug it
They could never get enough of it
Yo that's that shit, I need that shit
To boost my adrenaline
Yo Rock that shit, that real life shit
Makes niggas wanna thug
They could never get enough of it
Yo that's my shit, I need that shit
To boost my adrenaline
Yo rock that shit, that real life shit
Makes niggas wanna thug it
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ALBERT JOHNSON, R. HARRELL
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