@@reubenmarques1323The Mobb had a bigger mainstream success and being attached to the biggest projects in the city helped especially in the 90's. I love Big L but he never really got to express his full potential due to his death. Long Live Big L and Prodigy
I remember taking blank tapes and recording underground east coast shit from the radio. 88.9 in Boston back in the 90’s and caught this jam. Shit is straight whack sauce now.
@@mortemtyrannis7468 88.9 @ Night! I used to do the same shit. I was scrolling stations on my boombox one night and came across Recognize & Realize and I was hooked.
sounds like it was made around 93. They sound younger than the infamous but older than juvenile hall so somewhere in the middle. New York hip hop will always be the absolute best.
@@MibertTV2423 good chance you're right because juvenile Hall was 92 they sound older than that ; infamous was 95 so it would definitely have to be somewhere in the middle.
I'm yawning while I wake up to the early morning gunfire Another day another scar to acquire Jumped out my bed, tried to break my alarm Took a shower, and then I strapped on my firearm Grabbed my Pelle Pelle cause I wanna look fly when I die But it ain't my turn to say goodbye How do I know? Some people call it instinct I like to call it my luck, who gives a fuck I'm stuck, in this environment and can't depart from it And if I try I always end up back where I started Plan A, square 1, there's no escapin' So I've come to realize my truth Tryna live my full life before my time is through Clocks tickin', so I don't got no time for you As I head outside, amongst the rest of the animals Is where I feel relaxed and safe and I can stand still It's sorta like a family bond We gather up all the soldiers and form into an invincible Swarm of kids, now it's on again Drinking straight from the bottle warm gin dripping down my chin For the crippled children, you can't win against 25 niggas bent up with mac 10 semi-automatics, fully-addicted crime addicts So long as there is cash involved, I gotta have it There's many different levels to the criminal mind Either you in it for the money or you wasting your time [Verse 2: Havoc] My destiny will be the death of me Forever loving my peoples Hustling, It's only right, nigga we struggling to survive It's only crime that provides for me So I resort to puffing dimes and dreaming of pushing a ride Negative thoughts fill my brain but it's the projects to blame Niggas forever getting loot while standing out in the rain So when the sun shine, nigga will be writing a rhyme And if a nigga owing, blood is how I'm taking mine As I climb the ladder, of success with TEC's Though I rather not have to watch my back get threat But it's like that, so I adjust, fuck getting touched Your man wasn't aware, that's why that nigga got bucked I realize open my eyes once this shit got real There's mad drama on the Hill when niggas getting blue steel I love my niggas for that, we keep it real, get loot And our identity is Timbs and army certified suits Most def, my people hold me down whenever in beef Talking all that bullshit but it's the gats that rules the streets Survival of the fittest automatics recommended Given a life sentence to crime until my life is ended [Hook: Prodigy & Havoc] Niggas wanna point guns in my face, so what? I'm taking mines in blood Niggas forever talking shit, so what? I'm taking mines in blood Try to jam me on pack, so what? I'm taking mines in blood Niggas running out their mouth, so what? I'm taking mines in blood How we do it, how we do it We taking ours in blood. (x2) [Verse 3: Prodigy] This city got me trapped like an animal with criminal thoughts I can't seem to turn away from this unknown force If only I can lay my hands on the source of my trouble And maybe I can heal my scar before it bubble It's like a plague, and there ain't no cure We absorb this world's filth, therefore we're un-pure My life is like a bad dream I can't seem to shake Only my peoples who are equal understand or relate The way we live is never planned, it just happened that way So until tomorrow I'll just be surviving today It's just another man, on this planet living for delf Pops gone, I had to learn to be a man myself But I, don't stress that He did his dirt, now he pays back waiting in a federal laid back Pops, times is different and things ain't the same It's worse than ever, to get paid we do whatever See some rather achieve goals and be a scholar I rather get locked like you, earning a 6-digit dollar Making the desert bird holler Doing white collar crimes, but the fed time is hard to swallow And digest so I protest the pen I rather die before the jail cell sucks me in And my peoples we all share the same thinking We in synch, on the same tempo, making cowards run petro Pull out the TEC, automatic metro My shots chase you 'round corners Leaving your family a bunch of mourners And my all-around point as that If you feel me you're guaranteed something you can feel back Verse 4: Havoc] Kid, you don't know me, you don't wanna know me You tried to blow me your weak side just showed me Stepped out my door on 41st Side at 12, Didn't see my crew around so I got bent for self I had to jet back upstairs so I can stash my 9 It was a Friday night [?] had it bad one time Cause niggas getting bagged on a regular son D's like "Fuck the drugs, all we want is the guns," So I proceed with caution, eyes open whenever walking Niggas be ass talking then convict them of extortion Hold myself down the only way I know Niggas pumping packs for free, in debt cause they owe Street life is like a trial, ass out if you blow The maximum is death son you know how that go Lye got me on point, paranoid for life That's why I walk the street with heat especially at night I represent the North side I hold the title with pride And when its on, I use the infra-red for guide Aim it at your temple, with no remorse and never sentimental My crew is cold-hearted from all the foul shit we been through Surviving shootouts, bullets hitting the fence sparking Fuck my fingers, with guns niggas I'm marking til the blocks darkened Doing my thing, let my gun clap It's like that!
“ Kid.. you don’t know me, you don’t wanna know me, you tried to blow me your weak side just showed me “ 🔥🔥 this track is so dark and sinister 💯 R.I.P. P ✊🏾
Same. I remember back during the summer of 2012 I downloaded all the pre infamous songs onto my iPod. It was such a great time to discover this stuff. I was 16 then. Wow I discovered Nocturnal by Heltah that summer too. Crazy crazy.
Respect to all tha OGs (those sadly fallen and those still kicking) providiing the future generations and kids ( AKA me loll) with so many good slept on classics; well jus know they aint being slept on im out here bumpin this shit ona regular basis lol
If u catch me pumpin this on repeat its just thun therapy kiko . Pops gone I had to learn to be a man myself! Peace to QB RAVENS WOOD ASTORIA HOUSES QUEENS VIEW ☮️to TOOO DEEP 34th VERBAL VILLAN Stairwell scououndrels
Here's the difference between the rappers of old and these dumb drill rappers. Back in the days they kept it on wax that's why Prodigy past of natural causes and Havoc is still alive in his late 40s. In 2022 all these guys are not even reaching 20 now.
