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 bullshyt 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.
RIP to P they down make em like this anymore
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"The pain and the hardship it took to build
Years of frustration, some got killed
Others fell vic' to the gates of steel
Most try to instill sanity still
Stuck on this rock where we don't belong
I wanna go home not sing this song
But I'm forced to perform speech napalm
Calm, surrounded by all types of harm"
"I'm bein watched by snake eyes
Peep them shed skin plenty times
Surrounded by crash dummies and empty minds
Get your shyt together Dunn, see between the lines
Stay awoke, to the ways of the wickedest kind
Infamous - cause of the way, I write rhymes
Plus my story's more foul than your newborn eatin swine
(Stupid) Catch a seat, it's about to get deep
Like squeezin flouride on your brush for your teeth
Or, takin your seed to get shots every week
We need to pay more attention to our surroundings
Busy wildin, all for the wrong cause
Put that same strength into somethin that'll pay off
Don't forget your soul's involved
That same energy you put out, comes right back it revolves
I smash you, Dunn only if I have to
I would hate to, but I'll be more than glad to
The positive and negative war has now begun
P helps you seperate both the sides
Let the truth arise, black devil don't hide
You can't hide from me, you might from the others
I've been employed to pull your ass out from the covers
You walk like you got hooves and talk like you 'sposed to
Trickin my brothers into followin you? Yo
Potential energy is easily made kinetic
I turn 'em all back where they belong, don't wet it
What? Set it..."
I give thanks to the creator 'cause my life is blessed
And wish all the haters nothing but the best
This is Infamous 'till the name wear out
Clock run out, sun burn out and all hell freezes over
When Babylon, I'll be by the shoulder
Of the Most High, laughing my balls off like good riddance
Until then I'll be in the soup kitchen
Cookin' up shyt like this for poverty stricken
Under privileged, brothers and sisters
We're soldiers of the global resistance, forgive me
For being late, I was goin' through some things
I had to come of age and go through growing pains
You don't realize what you got 'till it's gone
I had to lose it all to see what I was doing wrong
I was stripped bare down to my soul and burnt out
Then rose like a Phoenix through the fire
These people get fat while we starve and go through hell
Nobody looking for no hand out, we offer our skills
In return for a little scraps
And on the glass, I seen you laugh when I turned my back
They say revenge is a sweet dish best served cold
But fukk that I need mine fresh off the stove
Yeah it's best served cold, but fukk that I need mine fresh
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 bullshyt 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.
RIP to P they down make em like this anymore
..............................................................................................
"The pain and the hardship it took to build
Years of frustration, some got killed
Others fell vic' to the gates of steel
Most try to instill sanity still
Stuck on this rock where we don't belong
I wanna go home not sing this song
But I'm forced to perform speech napalm
Calm, surrounded by all types of harm"
"I'm bein watched by snake eyes
Peep them shed skin plenty times
Surrounded by crash dummies and empty minds
Get your shyt together Dunn, see between the lines
Stay awoke, to the ways of the wickedest kind
Infamous - cause of the way, I write rhymes
Plus my story's more foul than your newborn eatin swine
(Stupid) Catch a seat, it's about to get deep
Like squeezin flouride on your brush for your teeth
Or, takin your seed to get shots every week
We need to pay more attention to our surroundings
Busy wildin, all for the wrong cause
Put that same strength into somethin that'll pay off
Don't forget your soul's involved
That same energy you put out, comes right back it revolves
I smash you, Dunn only if I have to
I would hate to, but I'll be more than glad to
The positive and negative war has now begun
P helps you seperate both the sides
Let the truth arise, black devil don't hide
You can't hide from me, you might from the others
I've been employed to pull your ass out from the covers
You walk like you got hooves and talk like you 'sposed to
Trickin my brothers into followin you? Yo
Potential energy is easily made kinetic
I turn 'em all back where they belong, don't wet it
What? Set it..."
I give thanks to the creator 'cause my life is blessed
And wish all the haters nothing but the best
This is Infamous 'till the name wear out
Clock run out, sun burn out and all hell freezes over
When Babylon, I'll be by the shoulder
Of the Most High, laughing my balls off like good riddance
Until then I'll be in the soup kitchen
Cookin' up shyt like this for poverty stricken
Under privileged, brothers and sisters
We're soldiers of the global resistance, forgive me
For being late, I was goin' through some things
I had to come of age and go through growing pains
You don't realize what you got 'till it's gone
I had to lose it all to see what I was doing wrong
I was stripped bare down to my soul and burnt out
Then rose like a Phoenix through the fire
These people get fat while we starve and go through hell
Nobody looking for no hand out, we offer our skills
In return for a little scraps
And on the glass, I seen you laugh when I turned my back
They say revenge is a sweet dish best served cold
But fukk that I need mine fresh off the stove
Yeah it's best served cold, but fukk that I need mine fresh