Rest easy, P
Son was so ill, he'd spit a crazy ass verse, then you realized a lot of the bars didn't even really rhyme.
Listenin to this right now breh"Up North Trip"
Then I pause... and ask God why
Did he put me on this Earth just so I could die
RIP
When you realize Prodigy was only 42...
He's only 2-3 years older than Kanye and 2 Chainz. Man, he wrote The Infamous and Hell on Earth before he was 21. That crazy. He truly was a prodigy with the lyrics.
Bro I feel like I just lost a family member. shyt is crazy.
His verse on Allustrious still sends chills down my spine
Yo, the lost page of a wild rhyme writin nikka
P holds the pen tightly, explode nightly
I count on one finger all y'all rap nikkas that excite me
Y'all nikkas is trash rap - wanna fight me?
You shook to death, take breaths and step lightly
Y'all Little League nikkas is so bald they might be
Spent too much time with wifey, come out to play
With the hard-headed, Infamous song torture
Crack your knuckles, buckle up your pants tight
Pull your hats down, let's get it on like papi bar fights
My spiral book, hold the world's most lethal
There's no cure, for what my pen do neither
Bring the fever, y'all nikkas is the rap jesters
While we was gone for a moment, y'all kept the crowd goin now
Move over bacon, time for som'in meatier
Your shyt's weak, your best song was mediocre
fukk a penis, how dare you entertain the thought
That you could come out to challenge me in blood talk?
Take a walk jerk this ain't Levert, Sweat and Johnny Gill
This is rap for real, somethin you feel
You catch a chill when you hear the Mobb bang through your stereo
It's heavy metal for the black people, rock'n'roll
But it's hip-hop though, my drug music
It's thereapeutic to the user, you slam dance to it
..........
my teenage years just got punched in the balls brehs 
