New message from Prodigy from Gouverneur Correctional Facility. Choice words in bold.
“IT SOUNDS LIKE POETRY” IT’S MONDAY AT 7 P.M., AS I SIT IN MY CELL AND WRITE THIS FROM GOUVERNOR CORRECTIONAL FACILITY JUST FIVE MINUTES FROM CANADA, WHICH IS THE SAME PLACE WHERE SLICK RICK DID HIS 2 YEAR BID. THE STATE HAS BEEN KEEPING ME IN 23 KEEP LOCK BY MYSELF AND I’M ACTUALLY COOL WITH IT, FOR NOW, LESS GROUPIES.. THE PORTERS THAT CLEAN THE HALLWAY OUTSIDE MY CELL ALL SHOW LOVE AND SAY WHAT’S UP THREW THE SMALL THICK WINDOW. A COUPLE THEM TRY TO TALK TO ME THREW THE THICK DOOR AND TELL ME PEOPLE FROM THEIR DORM SAY WHAT’S UP BUT I DON’T RECOGNIZE THE NAMES THEY SAY. I WAS WATCHING B.E.T. LAST WEEK AND I SAW 50 ON 106 & PARK, HE TOLD EVERYONE I WAS INCARCERATED. THAT WAS COOL THAT HE MENTIONED MY NAME. THEN THE NEXT DAY I SAW GAME ON THERE TALKING ABOUT THE RAPPERS THAT HE MET AND WAS SURPRISED WERE SO SHORT AND HE SAID MOBB DEEP AND DID HIS IMPRESSION OF A MIDGET PRODIGY. THAT WAS COOL THAT HE MENTIONED MY NAME ALSO. SHIT, I DON’T CARE IF ITS GOOD OR BAD CAUSE I WANT THE PROMOTION. RIGHT NOW ANY PUBLICITY IS GOOD PUBLICITY. IT REALLY HURTS THAT I’M NOT HOME TO PROMOTE MY ALBUM, CAUSE NOBODY’S GONNA DIVE A GOOD GOD DAMN AND WORK LIKE ME. H.N.I.C. 2 IS THE BEST RAP ALBUM IN TIME, NOT CAUSE IT’S MINE, BUT BECAUSE OF THE MESSAGE I’M BRINGING TO THE WORLD. I DID SOMETHING WITH THIS ALBUM THAT 95% OF THE WORLD WILL NEVER DO AND THAT IS TO CONDRONT THE FORCES OF EVIL HEAD ON. I’M AT THEIR MERCY INSIDE OF THEIR PRISON SYSTEM AND STILL DON’T FEAR THEM. AS A MATTER OF FACT, THEY CAN AND WILL BURN IN THEIR OWN FORMS OF HELL. I’M NOW IN TUNE WITH ASSATA SHAKUR, NELSON MANDELA, ELDRIGE CLEAVER, AFENI SHAKUR, MARTIN LUTHER KING, GHANDI, MALCOLM X, MUMIA ABU JAMAL, DR. MALACHI Z. YORK, AND HARRIOT A. WASHINGTON; JUST TO NAME A FEW. ALL OF THAT AND I’M STILL THAT HOODIE ASS NIGGA FROM N.Y. INTELLIGENT HOODLUM, INTELLECTUAL THUG NIGGA. PEOPLE THAT CALL ME A CONSPIRACY THEORIST ARE JUST IGNORANT TO THE FACTS. EITHER THAT OR I’M TOO WELL READ, WELL BRED AND SPIRITUALLY POWERFUL TO FOLD TO NON-BELIEVERS. I DON’T CARE FOR GOING PLATINUM OR EVEN GOLD. NO, I ONLY CARE TO REACH THE PEOPLE THAT I DO REACH. I KNOW HOW TO GO GOLD AND PLATINUM, I’M JUST NOT INTERESTED IN THAT ANYMORE—IF IT HAPPENS IT HAPPENS BUT I’M NOT PRESSED. I DON’T CARE FOR RADIO PLAY, VIDEO PLAY ON T.V., OR MAGAZINE COVERS. MY MISSION IS GREATER THEN ALL OF THAT. THE NEW TREND IS AWARENESS AND EXPOSURE. BEING AWARE OF WHO WE ARE, WHERE WE COME FROM, WHERE WERE GOING AND MOST IMPORTANTLY AWARE OF WHAT’S GOING ON IN OUR WORLD RIGHT NOW. THEN WE MUST EXPOSE THOSE WHO TRY AND STOP OUR AWARENESS. THIS IS COMING FROM ONE OF THE LIVE WIRES OF THE STREETS OF N.Y. ALL I DEAL WITH ARE LIVE WIRES. ALL OF MY FRIENDS ARE LIVE NIGGAS AND THAT’S HOW YOU KNOW THAT WHAT I SPEAK IS REAL SHIT. WE TRAVEL THE WHOLE U.S. AND OVERSEAS. WE DEAL WITH LIVE NIGGAS ALL OVER THE WORLD AND THEY ALL KNOW AND RESPECT MY INFAMOUS GANG. AND, I’M HERE TO TELL YOU THE NEW TREND IS AWARENESS AND EXPOSURE, AWARENESS OF THE TRUTH AND EXPOSURE OF EVIL. PRODIGY IS GOOD FOR YOUR MENTAL, PHYSICAL AND SPIRITUAL HEALTH. DO YOU HEAR ME? CAN YOU COMPREHEND WHAT I’M SAYING? I’M GOOD FOR YOUR HEALTH AND SURVIVAL. YOU CAN FOLLOW THESE OTHER FOOLIOS IF YOU WANT TO. MY MISSION WILL CONTINUE. WHETHER I SELL ONE OR ONE MILLION, MY MISSION DON’T STOP. IF YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M SAYNG THEN YOU DON’T KNOW ENOUGH. MY LITTLE KIDS KNOW WHAT TIME IS IT. WHAT’S YOUR PROBLEM? A YO, WHOEVER AIN’T DOWN FOR THIS MOVEMENT IS PUSSY, A TRUE COWARD OR IN THE IMMORTAL WORDS OF MY COMRAD “E-MONEY BAGS” R.I.P; “A FALSE PROPHET.” EVERY KILLER I KNOW AGREES WITH ME. WE THE STREET NIGGAS THAT YOU TRY TO BE LIKE, AND WE THE NIGGAS IN THE HOODS THAT YOU LOOK UP TO. YOU LOVE OUR MUSIC, OUR STYLE AND THE WAY WE CARRY OURSELVES. YOU EVEN TRY TO SPEAK LIKE US. AND IT’S REALLY NOTHING NEW… WE WERE JUST STILL LEARNING SO WE COULD KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN ALL OF THIS TO YOU. IT’S A LOT TO SWALLOW. IT’S HARD TO CHANGE OLD WAYS. OLD HABITS DIE HARD, BUT THEY’RE DEAD. IT SOUNDS LIKE POETRY. HIP HOP IS ALIVE AND KICKING YOU IN THE ASS. DON’T BELIEVE JAY-Z, WE HAVE A VERY LONG WALK HOME…. DO YOU HEAR MY WORDS? THIS IS HOW REAL GANGSTA’S SPEAK. ANYTHING ELL’S IS IGNORANT AND IGNORANCE AIN’T GANGSTA. AWARENESS AND EXPOSURE IS GANGSTA. IT TAKES 9 MONTHS FOR A BABY TO BE BORN AND IT TAKES MOST GROWN ADULTS BABIES A LOT LONGER THEN THAT FOR CHANGE TO BE BORN, SOME CATCH ON SOONER. MY NIGGA ELDARADO TOLD ME I HELPED HIM CHANGE HIS LIFE; HE’S DOING 10 YEARS. MY NIGGA LES TOLD ME TO KEEP DOING WHAT I’M DOING, CAUSE WHAT I’M DOING IS RIGHT. HE’S DOING 15 YEARS. A LOT OF MY NIGGAS IS DEAD, BUT THEIR SOULS ARE ALWAYS WITH ME, CAUSE WE LOVE EACH OTHER. THEY PROTECT ME. MY GRANDMOTHER PROTECTS ME. SHE DIED WHILE I WAS ON THE MASSACRE TOUR. GRANDMA WAS THE ORIGINAL H.N.I.C…. I GOT THE NAME FROM HER AND SHE TAUGHT ME HOW TO CONTROLE MY SITUATION. I’VE MADE MISTAKES, BUT I’VE LEARNED FROM THEM. I FEEL HER WITH ME NOW AND SHE’S ALWAYS HANGING OUT WITH ME. NAH, I AIN’T CRAZY–I’M JUST IN TUNE WITH MY ANCESTORS, MY PEOPLE. NAH, WHAT’S CRAZY IS, THAT I BEEN EYE BALLIN’ THIS EXTRA DINNER TRAY AND KOOL AID, THAT I CAN SEE FROM THE WINDOW OF MY CELL FOR HOURS. THAT SHIT IS ICE COLD RIGHT ABOUT NOW. BUT, WHEN THE C.O. WALKED PASSED MY CELL I KNOCKED ON THE DOOR AND SAID, “LET ME GET THAT EXTRA DINNER AND JUICE.” SHIT, I DIDN’T EVEN ASK. I SAID, “LET ME GET.” BUT WHEN HE BROUGHT IT, I THANKED HIM. PRISON AIN’T GANGSTA, FREEDOM IS. I’M NOT AFRAID TO DIE BUT I’M REALLY AFRAID TO LIVE. DYING IS EASY AND LIVING IS PAINFUL, BUT IT FEELS GOOD TOO. I’VE HEARD WERE UP TO ABOUT 13,000 MEMBERS ON HNIC2.COM. THAT’S A LOT OF PEOPLE WIDE AWAKE. I’VE ALSO HEARD THERE’S AT LEAST 131, 000 MORE, WHICH MEANS MILLIONS ARE FAST ASLEEP. REMINDS ME OF DAWN OF THE DEAD. DON’T GET BIT, YOU’LL GET INFECTED. KEEP YA BLOOD PURE AS POSSIBLE–PURE AS YOU CAN BE. IT’S SO MUCH POISON, IT’S ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE TO BE 100%–SO BE ONE HUNDRED AND (WRITTEN IN PENCIL>>>) 44. MY PEN JUST RAN OUT OF INK. NOW, I GOTTA KNOCK ON MY DOOR AND ASK FOR ANOTHER ONE. HE ALREADY GAVE ME A EXTRA DINNER, COLD–HE AIN’T THAT COOL. GOTTA CHOOSE MY BATTLES WISELY.. SEE YALL SOON PRODIGYHNIC2
