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As far as rap music worldwide is concerned, this is a big loss.

Albert Johnson (Prodigy) is one of the duo, Mobb Deep.

He was born November 2, 1974 and died June 20, 2017.

Rest in Peace!!!

http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/music/prodigy-dead-mobb-deep-rapper-dies-death-age-life-health-latest-updates-a7799676.html

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prodigy_(rapper)

Rip
but i don't know him

sbm060:
Rip

but i don't know him

Lol...are you a member of the indomie generation?

The infamous mob deep, love there second album The infamous, hell on earth wasn't bad either.. Prodigy and Havoc created one of the best, grimmy, dark, vivid albums of all time..

I will put that album, The Infamous in the top ten hip hop album of all time..Anybody that wants to hear real New York hip hop, the real rap should buy, download, i don't care just get it.. This album will keep you gripped from start to finish..

Tracks such as Shook ones will forever remain a hip hop classic.. RIP P...aka..the head Niggga in charge, hip hop lost a legendary poet.. This guy had so many classic moments its unreal, i laugh when see jokes such as Drake been seen as hip hop..

How many 19yr olds can spit like this??
Shook Ones

I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
you heard of us
official Queensbridge murderers
the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
for all of those who wanna profile and pose
rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone
you all alone in these streets, cousin
every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'
and keep them shook crews runnin'
like they supposed to
they come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
you're in the wrong place
cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up
with bullet holes and such
speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
you can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
your simple words just don't move me
you're minor, we're major
you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
don't make me have to call your name out
your crew is featherweight
my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
another nigga deceased, another story gets told
it ain't nothin' really
hey, yo dun spark the Phillie
so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
why they still alive I don't know, go figure
meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
if I die I couldn't choose a better location
when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
getting closer to God in a tight situation
now, take these words home and think it through
or the next rhyme I write might be about you


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yoYZf-lBF_U