Yesterday the rapper Prodigy died. A shook to me and many rap fans world wide. Hes apart of the duo known as “Mobb Deep”. Hip hop fans know them well esp us older fans that were born in the 70’s and 80’s. They gave us classics that will be played probably hundreds of years from now such as the infamous (no pun intended) “Shook Ones Pt2” and “Hell on Earth plus many other classic records and albums.
P wasn’t no stranger to beefs and controversies like most rappers esp from that era but what stood out was his skills. Prodigy skill level transcend his outside the ring antics. Fans always supported him no matter what because of his rare talent for putting words together.
He was one of the best writers in a era with the best writers. P could hold his own with your favorite rapper or flat out out rhyme him, and he did. P wasn’t no joke on the mic. Mixing grimy NYC crack era street tales with knowledge of a scholar and eloquence of a poet. P was helped transcend the genre in the golden age of the 90’s which pushed lyricism to the limits.
P always had sickle cell anemia, a disease that affects largely African Americans. Hes been battling the disease all his life and even got dissed by 2pac on the legendary diss track “Hit Em Up”. But yesterday at the still some what young age of 42, Mr. Johnson passed away in a Las Vegas hospital after his final performance. RIP to P, his music will live on BUT! of course I have to use this to push a greater point.
Life isn’t promised or guaranteed and were all on the clock. Everyday our bodies die alittle so its important to not waste time doing bullshit because one day well all see black. Whats on the other side? who’s knows but while you’re on earth, you better do something productive and beneficial or just perish to dust with no legacy or contribution.