“Niggas always wanna hate. ‘Oh, he ain’t writin his shit. Oh, he ain’t recordin’ it. Oh, he ain’t alive.’ So the FUCK WHAT? Haters always gotta down someone tryna do something with his afterlife,” Nathan Smith, manager of legally dead rapper MC Bern, says passionately.
While Smith ranted, Bern sat slumped in a nearby chair with a dead expression, dead.
That’s the default for Bern, a legally dead artist whose newest album, Top 5 Dead Not Alive, is quickly rising on iTunes. The hysteria around the Atlanta artist, who died in December from an overdose of codeine and promethazine, has reached a fever pitch that far eclipsed his career when he was alive.
Dead Body by rapper Little Simz is our new favourite song
Following a session for song Wings, this is the first official video we’ve seen from north London rapper Simz’s forthcoming album, A Curious Tale Of Trials + Persons. The album’s due out on Friday 18 September, and we can’t wait to hear it.
The rapper Prodigy, who made up one half of the group Mobb Deep, has died aged 42.
The hip hop star, whose real name is Albert Johnson, was on tour in Las Vegas performing with the “Art of Rap” tour alongside Ghostface Killah, Onyx, KRS-One, and Ice-T, amongst others. Mobb Deep performed Saturday.
The artist suffered from health issues throughout his life, however it wasn’t immediately clear what the cause of death was. He had long suffered from sickle cell anaemia, a condition in which red blood cells contort into a sickle shape and die early, leaving a shortage of healthy red blood cells. The condition can lead to a painful blockage of blood flow.
“It is with extreme sadness and disbelief that we confirm the death of our dear friend Albert Johnson, better known to millions of fans as Prodigy of legendary NY rap duo Mobb Deep”, his publicist said in a statement. “Prodigy was hospitalized a few days ago in Vegas after a Mobb Deep performance for complications caused by a sickle cell anaemia crisis. As most of his fans know, Prodigy battled the disease since birth. The exact causes of death have yet to be determined. We would like to thank everyone for respecting the family’s privacy at this time.”
Prodigy first broke out onto the music scene with his partner, Havoc, forming Mobb Deep in their hometown New York City in the 1990s. The duo participated in high profile feuds during their early years, and once had "beef” during the media-fueled East Coast-West Coast hip hop rivalry with Tupac and Biggie Smalls.
Their influential music has been described by Rolling Stone as a “raw, vivid, and vicious distillation of East Coast gangsta rap”.
They released their first duo in 1992 with the name Poetical Prophets, and released their first Mobb Deep album a year later with the album Juvenile Hall. The duo reached commercial success together in 1995 with the release of the critically acclaimed album The Infamous, which sold over 500,000 copies within the first two months after release. They released the album Hell on Earth a year and a half later, which also received widespread critical acclaim.
They collaborated frequently with other artists, including with Nas, who helped propel their visibility early in their career. Prodigy was generally regarded has the lyrical lead in the duo, while Havoc was better known as pulling weight producing the beats.
Prodigy launched a solo career in 2000, releasing mix-tapes in collaboration with a range of producers including Un Pacino, Big Twins, and the Alchemist. He released his last album, Hegelian Dialectic, in January.
Nas was among those to pay tribute to Prodigy following the news of his death, posting a photo of him reading on Instagram with the caption, “QB RIP King P. Prodigy 4 Ever”.
The hip-hop icon came from a musical family, and his grandfather and great-uncle were both prominent during the Bebop era of jazz. His mother was a member of 1960s vocal group The Crystals.
Prodigy spent most of a three and a half year sentence in a medium-security dorm at the Mid-State Correctional Facility in New York State after agreeing to a plea deal over weapons charges in 2007.
The father of two said that the hardest part of going to prison was not being around this two children, who were young at the time.
“I just tell them, you know, it was horrible”, he said of the experience. “You don’t ever want to be in that position. Learn from my mistakes. Learn from me. You don’t have to go through it yourslf”.
Prodigy later wrote a cookbook of prison recipes based upon his time in jail.
The sun is up high and bright today. Alicia is sitting on top of an abandoned car, soaking up the heat of the day, her plaid button up tied snuggly around her waist. The sound of plastic wheels against the pavement gets louder than it has been and there’s a sudden ruckus that makes Alicia’s eyes shoot open in panic.
In front of her, Elyza is sprawled out on the street, the skateboard rolling to a stop at the curb. She raises her hand to the sky and laughs. “That was fucking awesome.” Alicia rolls her eyes, but a smile spreads on her face when the blonde turns her head to look at her, wide smile in place. “Did I scare you?”
“You’re going to attract them, you know.” Alicia says instead.
Elyza grunts as she climbs back onto her feet, dusts off her skin tight jeans, and makes her way to the skateboard. “Nah. We cleared the place out before finding a place to stay, remember?” She steps back onto the skateboard and pushes off toward Alicia. She rolls in between Alicia’s legs and places her hands on either side of the brunette on the car.
“Oh yeah, not like more could come by or anything. Because that hasn’t happened before.” Alicia rolls her eyes and pushes the girl away halfheartedly with her foot.
“You worry too much, honeybun.” Elyza says, making sure to use a nickname Alicia absolutely hates. In response, Alicia pulls her phone out of her pocket and plays around with it, pretending to ignore the blonde in her personal space.
“And you,” Elyza says, snatching the girl’s phone from her hand and pushing herself away from the car and out of Alicia’s reach. “Are ridiculous with this phone. Who carries around their phone after the world has ended?”
“Bring it back.” Alicia says. They’ve done this plenty of times before for her to know Elyza is not going to do as asked, and Elyza knows Alicia is too lazy to get up and get it herself. Elyza places the cigarette she had between her fingers into her mouth to mess around with Alicia’s phone. She doesn’t smoke, but she shamelessly told Alicia before that she thinks it makes her look badass. Alicia doesn’t deny the fact.
Elyza scrolls through her phone and, when satisfied, slips it into her jeans back pocket.
“I swear, if you fall on it and crack the screen, I’m gonna crack your face.” Alicia threatens.
Elyza snorts. “You can’t even crack an egg.”
“That was one time!” Alicia defends. “And no one told me it was boiled already!”
A sudden whistling breaks up their bickering and Alicia looks around to find the source, but when Elyza takes the cigarette out of her mouth and starts to whistle along with it, she realizes the sound is coming from her phone.
“Already got one, rolled up in my left hand. Pussy on my mind, tighter than a headband. Kush in my lungs, got ganja in my sweat glands. This shit I’m on, better than the next strand” Elyza starts to rap along with the song. Alicia laughs lightly and watches the girl skate around and rap, twirling her bat around in one hand and holding her unlit cigarette in the other. Despite the heat of the sun, she’s still decked out in her leather jacket and fingerless gloves, though the jacket is open to “let in the breeze” as Elyza explained.
She turns back to look at Alicia, pointing at the girl who has been caught red-handed staring at her. She starts rolling closer to her, rapping directly to the younger girl now.
“Hey, look at baby over there. Wassup, little mama come here.” She makes a come hither motion with her fingers, a crooked and flirtatious smile on her lips and Alicia smirks at her. She’s used to that flirting so much by now and she would be lying if she said she didn’t love it. “She started talking but I really couldn’t hear. Until she started dancing like she do it in the mirror.”
Movement by one of the buildings draws Alicia’s attention and she tenses at the sight of a zombie walking onto the street. Elyza follow her eyes to see what’s made her so nervous. She places the cigarette back into her mouth and says in a half muffled voice.
“I got it.”
She waits for it to step onto the street and come close, playing with the bat in her hands. “Gigolo blood line, pimpin’ hereditary. Black on 28’s, it remind of February. Day you can fuck with me, that would be Neveruary. Dead ass rapper should have came with a cemetery.”
Alicia cackles when Elyza keeps rapping as she rolls toward the zombie on the skateboard.
“Batter up!” Elyza says when she’s close enough. She swings the bat full force, surprisingly managing to stay on the skateboard as she does it. The bat makes contact with the zombie’s head and it drops to the ground with a loud groan. Elyza flips the bat over to the handle, where she had taped some contraption that slid a knife out far enough to use on it. She slid the bat down her hand and sunk the knife into the zombie’s head before spinning back around to face Alicia, a cheeky grin on her face.
“Her ass would knock your ass out, you better stick and move. Chain hang to my ding-a-ling. Chain hang, chain hang to my ding-a-ling. To do a threesome you gotta intervene. Her legs so sexy when I’m in-between”
Alicia shakes her head, smirk once again on her face and maybe a light blush on her cheeks she could say was from the sun. “You’re gross.”
“You like it.” Elyza says with a flirtatious wink.
Ignoring the accusation, Alicia opts to look bored instead. “This is why my mom doesn’t want you around me.”
“I thought Momma Clark loved me!” Elyza exclaims, knowing very well how much Madison doesn’t like her.
Okay so I loved writing Elyza Lex/Alicia Clark and I might be doing more of this