Prodigy and his protégé’s Boogz Boogetz attempts to turn these into partyĪnthems. Know what’s worse here though the clichéd, repetitive synth-driven beats, or Mimicking the typical mind-numbing commercial club joint of the day. They lack anything even remotely close to substance, and are such lame, generic attempts at Thing you’ll encounter here, however, is “ Get Money” and “ Make It”, which appearsīack-to-back and are both “produced” by Young L. “ My Angel” is no question, the lamest Prodigy record I have yet to hear, and it's painfullfy obvious that this is not the type of music he need to make if he want to keep his fans. Track, each outshining the next in their general corniness and overwhelming wackness. Instead things goes terribly wrong with love song after party- and drinking The beat is thumping and maintainsĪ somewhat hard edge, that establish a balance with the two opening monsters.įollowing this, it would’ve been of essence to return to the classic rugged shit, but There's really not that many joints for the female crowd in P's back catalouge, so one for them is clearly not a problem. Thanks to producer Tyįyffe, “ Pretty Thug” actually works on a decent level. Nothing wrong with adding one or two a little more commercial records to your album, as long as it’s not feeling force fed and lack in quality. Verses that spells out like a love letter to his gangstafied chick. On here, P takes the “ Me & My Bitch” route, spitting three
Totally switching up from the classic Mobb Deep formula of hardcore rap, starting with the early single However, from here the album takes a left turn, Two opening tracks undoubtedly sounds like classic P, and pretty much picks up right where “H.N.I.C.
Give weight to every word, and his voice is of course still one of legend. P’s flow isĬlear and crisp and while it’s not his ‘90s self, his much slower delivery helps Heater where a real dark, grimey bassline takes sonic center stage. You open up an album right here! From here we go to “ Slept On” another ALC Where the aggressive drums, off key vocal samples and frenetic synthesizer linesĬompliments P’s vocals like no other producer can, besides Havoc. Backed up by an equally sinister Alchemist beat
3” starts out with a real bang, in theįorm of ” Without Rhyme or Reason”, where a re-energized and confident Prodigy announces his presence, reminding listeners why he's lasted this long in the rap game.
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