Stronger
Prodigy Lyrics


Strong enough to take the pain (Uh, huh)
Inflicted again
(And again and again and again) and again
What do they call me? (Know my name, bitch)
My name is Str-Strong (Uh, huh)
Strong (Yeah, ayo)

The moonlight shines on the New York skyline
Midtown is lit up, the city is mine
As I drive across Queensbridge
I see it clearly from my POV
(What do they) , this is fact not theory
Yeah, that rapper got money
But that rapper can't walk
Through this concrete
Jungle 'cause he doin' it wrong
New York belongs to Don P
You could have the rest of the world
I'm good (Strong) with these streets
Skyscrapers and housin' buildings
I know about London but I prefer Brooklyn
I know about Marseilles but I prefer Queens
And while you hire cops
(What do they) , I prefer my team
I got a powerful army
It's no need for a gun
You want hardcore rap? You fuckin
With the right one this is maximum strength
There's no need for drugs
You want reality rap, homie
You got the right one i'm

Strong enough to take the pain
Inflicted again and again
What do they call me?
My name is Str-Strong (You know what?) Strong

Maybe once every tangerine moon I'll
Be in the mood
To paint the town red with your corpuscles
And plasma, some violent art
These thoughts in the corners
(What do they) of my mind are dark
But then the Times Square lights
They switch my whole attitude
Reminds me of billions, that loot
I must persist, I must pursue
The rest of my success
(Strong) , I am not through
They tried to put my run to an end
But as sure as the point
On the state buildin' i stand tall
Wipe the dirt off my clothes when I fall down
(What do they) , I'm way too strong
This is my town, my subways and sidewalks
I done ran through these gutters
Like a tunnel rat, pah'
Waist deep, inside of the shit
In the midst of the action
Where people get hit, look

Strong enough to take the pain
Inflicted again and again
What do they call me?
My name is Str-Strong, Strong

Yeah you ain't never been touched
Means you don't participate
Within the fuckery, you
Stay comfortably distant
From pain infliction meanwhile I'm
(What do they) flirtin' with Death
She put her lipstick on the
Collar of my shirt, next to my jugular
I ain't tryin' to keep her
I just wanna fuck her
When I pass through I'm
Too committed to life
She a bitch but I love her refuse to
(Strong) part from her
I'm destiny's child, I survived it all
The most high got a special plan just for me
My table is set, with cake for days
I'm a lil' bit late but
(What do they) it's okay
My future's so bright that
I gotta wear shades
I follow in the footsteps of LL Cool J
50 and P diddy, my relentless drive
To thrive and prosper, made (Strong) me

Strong enough to take the pain
Inflicted again, and again
What do they call me?
My name, is Str-Strong, Strong what do they
Strong





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Mighty Healthy

I miss this guy. My world, as a fan, is shattered knowing he's not here any more. Felt like a family member died.

Edgars Ritmanis

He elevated beyond this world. Heaven got P now.

Buddy Woof

"Felt like a family member died" yeah sure bro. You must be deeply connected to your family

Al Kahinat

My friend texted me to tell me of his passing because she knew how much I love him
Still hurts 🥀

Emre Ozkefeli

His art was my biggest strength... How would he see todays world? Corona virus, Politics, System getting more corrupted every day. He would explain things, he would have know ...

4th Survivor

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SEPIUM662 [ŞĚҎוṸӍɕɕշ]

His voice was calm, but you could feel his struggle, like he was talking to us literally, not repping there. Miss U Legend

Geeztari

literally like this new entity names sickem with !
s!ckem really speak . like .. fuck y’all if you can respect this literal prodigy but won’t respect in my mind his spiritual successor

slo ols

Not to be a buzzkill but all you describe is thanks to the sample from Miss Nina Simone - four women, that talks about the atrocities that all different types of black american females had to survive

Chasa Andrew

This description is perfect as simple, Prodigy seems so alone at this time as he can talk to the heart of everyone !
That's real wonder-full

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