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Mobb Deep Infinite ReviewThe duo’s ninth album—and its first since Prodigy’s death—contains reconstructed songs that impressively retain the two rappers’ chemistry, though mostly sound like a retread of the pair’s glory days.(Pitchfork)During a 2008 interview, Prodigy of Mobb Deep was asked whether he feared death. Mortality nipped at P’s heels on every verse he rapped, and few could better elicit the chill that settles into your bones when life-or-death stakes loom over everything you do. Naturally, his answer reflected that steely resolve, forced onto him by the battlefields of Queensbridge: “Every day I wake up like, ‘This might be my last day, and I’m not scared of it.’ I’m never scared to bite my tongue about something, or to come out and speak about something. Like, I ain’t scared of death. What you gonna do to me?”Nine years later, at age 42, he passed away in a tragic, oddly banal way: While on tour with bandmate Havoc in Las Vegas, he was hospitalized with complications from his lifelong struggle with sickle cell anemia; there, he choked while eating unsupervised and died. (His family later filed a wrongful death lawsuit with the hospital.)Havoc spent years grieving the loss of his bandmate and brother-in-arms and juggled how, and whether, to pay musical tribute to him. “You wanna do something to send your comrade off with a 21-gun salute…because he deserves that,” he recently said during an appearance on the Bootleg Kev podcast. With help from longtime affiliate the Alchemist, Havoc put together Infinite, Mobb Deep’s ninth album and the latest in Mass Appeal’s Legend Has It series. It’s the first posthumous release of the bunch, which inevitably brings its own complications. But Infinite is as seamless as projects like this get. For better and for worse, it plays like an album the duo might’ve released after 2014’s largely forgettable double LP The Infamous Mobb Deep, an update to the pair’s trademark sinister sound with a few nagging modern flourishes.On paper, every dial imaginable has been set back. Outside of a stray COVID mention and a dumb Havoc bar about getting canceled for joking about someone’s chromosomes, references are either era-specific (“Taj Mahal” is named for the formerly Trump-owned casino) or universal enough to not matter. Instead of the stable of producers behind Infamous, Havoc handles 11 of the album’s 15 beats, with Alchemist embracing his grimy Murda Muzik and Infamy roots on the other four.The best Havoc beats from Mobb Deep’s prime took familiar sounds and bent them into menacing shapes. Here, tracks like “The M. The O. The B. The B.” and “Mr. Magik” mix that menace with the muted drum patterns he used on Kanye’s The Life of Pablo, giving the low-end even more depth. Alchemist, for his part, falls back on the style that made him famous—all gutter drums and echoing samples. The glitzy fuzz of “Taj Mahal,” in particular, sounds like it was pulled off a lesser-known Street Sweepers mixtape, while “Score Points” and “My Era” wouldn’t sound out of place on his collaborative albums with Prodigy.Prodigy has no half-way appearances, either; he has at least one verse on every song, and does the hooks for a chunk of them. P’s delivery is as curt and chilling as ever (“RIP, you can’t son me/My pop’s dead,” he deadpans on “My Era”), even when his writing treads well-worn ground. There were seams to tighten and holes to fill, but Havoc and Alchemist handle his vocals with care. Most importantly, Havoc and Prodigy’s chemistry remains intact. Neither has ever been a particularly showy writer or lyrical gymnast—their respective appeal comes from their pugilist directness and the way their personalities stayed burrowed deep in the cement of LeFrak City, no matter how high their stars ascended. In this sense, “Mr. Magik” gets the closest to vintage Mobb Deep, particularly when the two trade the mic every few bars to go in on their enemies while dodging CIA agents and laying up with mistresses. The same could be said for the shuffling “Easy Bruh,” anchored by a drumbreak, faint keys, sirens, and the tightest Prodigy raps on the whole album (“Niggas mad? Put a cape on ’em/Now they super mad” got a good laugh out of me). At its best, Infinite feels effortless in a way Mobb Deep hasn’t for years, the pair comfortable in their older, wearier skin.Things veer off course when the arrangements get too ambitious or trend-chasey. Some of the guests throughout are no-brainers, like unofficial third member Big Noyd bruising through “The M. The O. The B. The B.” in all his mid-range nasal glory, or longtime foils Ghostface and Raekwon showing up to color in the margins over some fire beat switches on “Clear Black Nights.” But the Clipse’s addition to “Look at Me” feels like a fashionable feature more than a genuine connection, and Nas, another longtime collaborator, stops in to give his friends the same assembly-line Mass Appeal mandated verses he’s been using on his recent albums. “Down For You,” a love song that turns Samuel Barber’s classical arrangement "Adagio for Strings” into a head-knocking groove, is a solid addition to the Mobb Deep love canon. But it’s less effective when it shows up again near the album’s end, with new verses and the Jorja Smith hook swapped out for one by H.E.R. I kinda get it, the beat’s hard—but hard enough to entertain Nas talking about keeping a goomar like Tony Soprano with a straight face? It’s one of only a handful of moments that feel shoehorned in just to fill up space, but their rarity makes them more egregious.Many a recent posthumous rap release, especially in the last decade, has been marred by uncomfortable conversations about agency and exploitation. Thankfully, Infinite doesn’t contain any of the unresolved interpersonal beef tainting much of Gang Starr’s One of The Best Yet, and it isn’t the poorly stitched-together rap Frankenstein that was DMX’s Exodus. It doesn’t scan as Havoc and company robbing the grave for a quick cash grab, and it genuinely warms the heart to hear him and Prodigy go back and forth again, even if it’s hard not to wince a bit hearing Prodigy constantly mulling over his mortality: predicting his death while “staring up at the cosmos” on “Pour The Henny” and ducking enemies, both real and imagined, even while he’s running up slot machines in Atlantic City. Still, most of these unearthed and reconstructed songs feel like retreads of the duo’s greatest hits. There are no moments in the same area code of The Infamous or Hell on Earth. But Infinite is a decent stab at giving one of the greatest rap duos of all time one last trip around the block. Rating : 6.6
Album Review: Infinite by Mobb DeepWith Infinite, the arc feels unbroken. Queensbridge grit carried across decades by Havoc and The Alchemist, pushing the duo’s blueprint into the present tense without sanding off what made it matter.(Shatter the Standards)Mobb Deep’s story starts in Queensbridge, the New York housing complex that fed their bleak, steel-cold vision of East Coast rap. Across The Infamous (1995), Hell on Earth (1996), and Murda Muzik (1999), Prodigy and Havoc built a canon of fatal-calm storytelling over shadowed drums and minor-key loops; the duo’s “Shook Ones, Pt. II” became a generational touchstone and remains enshrined on one of the greatest hip-hop songs of all time. That run didn’t just define a sound—it reset a mood for mid-‘90s hip-hop, and fans have long tracked how Havoc’s production and the pair’s clipped imagery recast New York’s streets in noir. Prodigy’s death in 2017 froze that chemistry in place, leaving Havoc to hold the name. Prodigy, born Albert Johnson, had lived with sickle-cell anemia since childhood and died at 42 after being hospitalized in Las Vegas; the loss hit the city and the culture hard, and Havoc spoke publicly about the shock of losing his partner while trying to keep their legacy intact. In the years since, he has kept the catalog alive onstage and in reissues, even as the question lingered: what could “Mobb Deep” mean without the two of them side by side.When Havoc announced that Mobb Deep’s ninth studio album would be titled Infinite and that the production was complete, it created a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. Eight years have passed since Prodigy’s death, and the duo hasn’t released a full‑length project since The Infamous Mobb Deep in 2014. Infinite arrives under Mass Appeal’s Legend Has It campaign, a series dedicated to celebrating hip‑hop trailblazers. Havoc entirely produced the album with assistance from longtime collaborator The Alchemist, and features previously unreleased vocals from Prodigy. This is important with this album, especially as it deliberately turns away from the synthetic, trap‑heavy trends that currently dominate radio and reaches back toward the bleak soundscapes that made Mobb Deep famous.Havoc helms the majority of the production and clearly approaches Infinite as an homage and evolution. His beats revisit the sparse, minor‑key loops and hard drums of The Infamous and Hell on Earth, but they also reflect the subtle layering techniques he has honed over the past decade while producing for artists like Ye & Ty Dolla $ign and 2 Chainz. The opener “Against the World” encapsulates this blend: eerie keyboards and a muffled bassline conjure the cold, concrete ambience of Queensbridge while modern low‑end gives the record weight. The hook, a refrain of “It’s Mobb Deep against the world”, is delivered like a war cry. Havoc’s verse admonishes younger rappers—“You niggas talk a good one but never follow through”—while Prodigy’s ghostly voice spits lines about global dominance and greed. The song is both nostalgic and forward‑looking, reminding listeners that the group’s worldview always encompassed more than block warfare.Throughout Infinite, Havoc toggles between moods. On “Easy Bruh,” he uses a menacing piano loop and raw drums to craft a thuggish anthem in which both MCs trade threats and insults. The hook’s chant of “Easy bruh, better take it easy bruh” is a warning and a taunt. Prodigy’s verse is unrepentant: “Fuck a fair fight, you get jumped out here” and “My fans are crazy, you might get shot.” Havoc’s response extends the intimidation but also introduces self‑awareness—he boasts about sitting “like a king in the pharaoh” yet concedes he grew up “from the bottom of the barrel.” This duality surfaces repeatedly; Havoc’s production frames bravado with hints of regret. His beats on “Look at Me” and “Down for You” expand the sonic palette. The former is a midtempo track with a hypnotic bass groove; Prodigy criticizes clout chasing—“You a civilian, so how would you understand the life of power and privilege?”—while Havoc warns against trusting unworthy companions. Clipse’s verse is vintage coke‑rap swagger—Pusha T and Malice muse about staying true as brothers and wonder who will remain relevant ten years from now.The first part of “Down for You” is a solid R&B offering with Nas and Jorja Smith. Havoc’s lush chords and a shimmering sample give the track a romantic sheen, and Nas uses his verse to muse on family and personal accountability. Also, it’s playful and braggadocious, weaving references to Deja and Jorja Smith while harkening back to his classic verse from 1999’s “It’s Mine.” Prodigy glues the song together with a hook that bridges the tough exterior with vulnerability. These pieces show Havoc pushing beyond grimy loops into more melodic territory without chasing trends. H.E.R. adds warmth to the sequel (“Down for You”). However, it may be confusing if it adds anything different to the album, but kudos to them, considering the verses from Havoc, Nas, and Prodigy were different from the original. Speaking of Nas, he returns on “Pour the Henny,” spitting a sermon that touches on faith and survival (“Whatever comes out of Satan’s mouth is a lie perverted… keep God close on purpose”) and acknowledges his own brushes with death. Big Noyd’s cameo on “The M. The O. The B. The B.” is a nostalgic treat, aligning him with his old crew. Ghostface Killah and Raekwon steal the show on “Clear Black Nights”; Ghostface’s imagery (“My tongue spit hell fire, get scorched from the flames”) and Raekwon’s street poetry (“Rhymes hit harder than a crowbar/Similar to Ozark, all niggas in it”) channel the energy of Only Built 4 Cuban Linx… and mesh seamlessly with the Mobb’s bleak backdrop.The four songs produced by The Alchemist—“Gunfire,” “Taj Mahal,” “Score Points,” and “My Era”—serve as tonal pivots. Alchemist’s signature is his ability to make vintage samples sound gritty and cinematic; he loops obscure soul records, filters them until they sound like they’re playing from a dusty cassette, and then pairs them with crisp drum programming. On “Gunfire,” he crafts a sparse, shuffling beat under Prodigy’s boasts—“King of all kings, Don of all Dons”—and Havoc’s snarling verses about paranoia and violence. The hook is simply Prodigy chanting “Gunfire”, letting the beat breathe. “Taj Mahal” is a narrative epic where Prodigy recounts a night of decadence and gambling with time‑stamped detail (“7 p.m. and I just woke up… 9 p.m., scooped the Alchemist… 10 p.m., we drove to AC… then we went up in the Taj Mahal”).The Alchemist’s beat shows the story with a psychedelic loop that feels like a crime‑film montage. Havoc enters to remind listeners of the consequences—“Pray to God I don’t gotta give my shooters a call”—adding tension. On “Score Points,” Alchemist uses a haunting sample and heavy drums to match Prodigy’s verses about paranoia (“My intuition forces me to pay attention, like AK‑47s force bullets through them vests”) and Havoc’s critique of clout chasers (“They attention whores, chasing clout till they get that bloody mouth”). Finally, “My Era” is a nostalgic homage where Prodigy and Havoc trade shout‑outs to hip‑hop heroes—“Wu‑Tang and Mobb Deep… Big Pun, Nas, JAY-Z”—while the beat evokes a smoky basement cypher. These tracks illustrate how The Alchemist complements Havoc’s sensibility: he doesn’t change the album’s atmosphere but injects color and variety.At the heart of Infinite is Prodigy’s vocal presence. His verses were recorded before his death (none of that Artificial Intelligence nonsense), yet they do not feel like leftovers. On “Against the World,” he declares, “New York is just one crumb on the map, one crumb ain’t a lot/You happy with that piece? I’m gonna need that pie”. The hunger remains evident. On “Gunfire,” he boasts about being the “King of all kings, Don of all Dons,” but there is a melancholy undertone when he raps about being “fiending for a nigga to approach me, raise up”—as if he knows he’s rapping from beyond. In “Score Points,” he contemplates mortality and trauma—“My friends’ bodies was riddled with bullets… they killed Yammy with a bat… they shot my cousin Manu in the face with the Uzi”—and the line “Too much murder, my emotions are fear‑proof” sounds chilling in hindsight. On “My Era” he lists the legends he sees as peers and proclaims, “This vintage wine, you a trendy vodka”, emphasising authenticity over trendiness. Even his lighter moments, like “Love the Way” where he reminisces about jet‑setting and luxury (“Jacuzzi on the roof out in Singapore laughing so hard the Clicquot came out my nose”), serve to humanize him. Havoc’s mixing does justice to these vocals; he keeps Prodigy high in the mix, often doubling his lines with subtle reverb that adds a spectral quality without making them feel ghostly.Havoc’s own verses have matured. He still delivers threats with his signature rasp—on “Pour the Henny,” he warns, “Anybody violate, gotta give ’em all the best of me”—but he also reflects on perseverance and camaraderie. “Think about my life and all the moments I coulda folded, but never folded” is a line from “Score Points” that reveals his resilience. In “My Era,” he celebrates their longevity and chides younger rappers for lacking authenticity (“Niggas soft for real, like key lime pie”). On “Discontinued,” he rails against industry fakes—“Stupid is what stupid does, let me catch a slug/The best shit you ever dropped, a fucking dud”—and uses the hook to assert that “The Infamous, they don’t make ’em like us no more”. His introspection is especially poignant in “Pour the Henny,” where he confesses that music is his therapy and acknowledges jealousy and conflict. Havoc’s rapping isn’t as rhythmically tight as it was twenty years ago, but his conviction compensates.As an album experience, Infinite is remarkably cohesive. Clocking in at just over 51 minutes, it avoids filler and flows with the confidence of a veteran crew. The sequencing balances narrative tracks with conceptual pieces, interleaves Havoc and Alchemist productions to provide variety, and places the most melodic songs in the middle to break up the dark onslaught. The only weak link beyond the “Down for You” confusion is “Easy Bruh,” whose repetitive hook and generic threats feel like a relic from a mixtape; however, even that song benefits from a catchy beat and call‑and‑response interplay. Some may wish for more creative risks—Havoc does not update his sound as drastically as some of his contemporaries (and he doesn’t have to), and the album occasionally feels like a time capsule. Yet that fidelity is also its strength. Infinite stubbornly clings to Mobb Deep’s lane and refines it. It honors Prodigy without resorting to syrupy tributes and gives Havoc space to reconnect with the duo’s essence.Infinite succeeds for the reason that it recognizes what Mobb Deep represent—uncompromising street poetry delivered over moody, immersive beats—and executes that vision without pandering. Havoc’s decision to handle most of the production ensures continuity, and his collaboration with The Alchemist adds just enough texture to avoid monotony. Prodigy’s posthumous vocals are treated with care, and his verses remain piercing. The guest features were perfectly placed rather than dilute the core sound. There are minor missteps, such as occasional repetitive hooks and a reluctance to experiment sonically, but those are outweighed by the album’s cohesion, emotive depth and hard‑won authenticity. For fans who feared that a post‑Prodigy Mobb Deep record might feel like a patchwork, Infinite offers reassurance: it feels whole, vital and worthy of the duo’s legacy.Great (★★★★☆)Favorite Track(s). “Gunfire,” “Clear Black Nights,” “We the Real Thing”
Pour The Henny – Mobb Deep | from “INFINITE” Get ready to vibe with the gritty essence of Pour the Henny, a raw gem from Mobb Deep’s upcoming album INFINITE, set to drop on October 10, 2025. As Queensbridge legends, Havoc and Prodigy have always delivered street anthems that hit like a cold New York night, and this track is no exception. Leaked snippets from Havoc’s X posts in early 2025 have fans buzzing, calling it a return to the duo’s classic ‘90s sound—think The Infamous or Hell on Earth—but with a modern edge. Pour the Henny channels Mobb Deep’s signature blend of hardcore hip-hop and soulful grit, with Havoc’s production leaning into booming drums and eerie synths that scream QB. It’s a nod to their roots—Hennessy as a ritual, the streets as a muse—while flexing their enduring influence. Expect bars about stacking paper and dodging snakes, delivered with that unmistakable Mobb flow. Compared to Murda Muzik’s raw energy or Amerikaz Nightmare’s polish, this feels like a love letter to their legacy, with Havoc carrying the torch. Reddit threads are hyped about INFINITE’s return to form, with collabs rumored to include Nas or Raekwon. Dive into the Pour the Henny lyrics below and feel the Queensbridge pulse. Don’t miss other INFINITE tracks for more of Mobb Deep’s timeless street magic.Song CreditsLead Vocals Nas, Havoc & Prodigy (Mobb Deep)Songwriter Havoc, Nas & ProdigyMusic Producer HavocLyrics of Pour The Henny by Mobb Deep[Intro: Havoc]Yeah, Yo, Yeah, Uh[Verse 1: Havoc]Lord Forgive Me, Pour The HennyPunish Many, My Word BondNot James Bond, The Money PennyTalk Friendly Or The Desi Make ConfettiIn The Cut Like Machete Till I’m ReadyQb Baby, We Rise To The OccasionDidn’t Know Niggas This Soon To Be AwakenedOut They Sleep With The Truth In They FacesYelling “Fuck The World”, I’m Out Here Making New RacesMiddle Finger To A RacistHear ’em Out, Tell A Coward Take Ten PacesLimestone Over The Body, No TracesJust The Basics, The Other Way, Fake ShitStay GrippedLife My Main Bitch, Protect ThatTell You What It Is, Just That You Ain’t Got A Guess RapEverything A Lesson To A Fool Is A SetbackShorty Love My Style, Guess Where She Keep Her Legs Wrapped, Nigga (Yeah) [Chorus: Havoc]Middle Finger To Our EnemiesI’ma Hold It Down Even If I Catch A FelonyYeah, Open Season, Open SesameAnybody Violate, Gotta Give ’em All The Best Of MeDoing Shit That I Wouldn’t OrdinarilyI’m Laid Back, Till They Came Back With That JealousyBut This Music Is My TherapyY’all Niggas Lucky ’cause I Make You All Memories[Verse 2: Prodigy & Havoc]Writing In My Nocturnal Journal, To A Dark BeatOn A Cold Dark Night, I Came Up With TheseFour Hundred Words That Best Describe MeIn My Lifestyle, I’m Not Like You, I’m UniqueIn The Twilight, I Shine Bright And Get My Mind RightI Was Born Under The Full MoonAnd I’ll Die Staring Up At The CosmosLaid Out, Till My Heart Come To A Stop, And Then My Eyes CloseI Lived A Full Life, Don’t Cry For MeAreal Life, King Of New York, The Top Of The HeapI Did Songs With Mary J. Blige, My NiggaMariah Carey, Big Pun, And Nas, My NiggaI Did Tours With Biggie Smalls, My NiggaEminem, 50 Cent, I Did It All, My NiggaThe Shows, The Hotels And The After PartiesWhen That Sun Goes Down, Yeah, The Moon Shine For Me, Cuz (Yeah)[Chorus: Havoc]Middle Finger To Our EnemiesI’ma Hold It Down Even If I Catch A FelonyYeah, Open Season, Open SesameAnybody Violate, Gotta Give ’em All The Best Of MeDoing Shit That I Wouldn’t OrdinarilyI’m Laid Back, Till They Came Back With That JealousyBut This Music Is My TherapyY’all Niggas Lucky ’cause I Make You All Memories
Mobb Deep – Infinite (Album Review) Mobb Deep’s Infinite proves that true grit never dies — even decades later, their sound still bleeds authenticity, hunger, and soul.(RGM)TOP 5 SONGS5. Taj MahalI’m not sure how Prodigy was sober enough to remember what he did in the Taj Mahal…“Taj Mahal” features a beat that is cold and hypnotic, carrying a drowsy energy that feels perfectly suited for late-night listening or cruising through the city. Prodigy opens the track with his signature storytelling, sharing experiences from a casino, a club, and a hotel, all delivered with a steady, deliberate flow. The chorus, outlining his hours and movements, lands memorably without overcomplicating things.Havoc slides in seamlessly, spitting bars about readiness for war and loyalty to Queensbridge. His gritty delivery complements Prodigy’s, rounding out a track that feels like classic Mobb Deep while still being relevant to today’s sound.4. Mr. MagikCan Prodigy and Havoc also make Skip Bayless disappear?Even though “Mr. Magik” comes packed with clever bars and a hook that sticks, the track itself is pretty damn dark. On it, Prodigy and Havoc draw eerie parallels between magic tricks and making their enemies vanish — literally. What really makes it work, though, is the undeniable chemistry between the two. Their back-and-forth feels effortless, their wordplay sharp, and the whole track flows like a perfectly orchestrated spell of menace and mastery.3. Against The WorldIsn’t it funny how the most likable people think the world is against them?Prodigy sets the tone with a commanding opening verse in “Against The World,” reflecting on federal scrutiny, loyalty, and his worldwide travels while balancing a confident swagger with street-hardened grit. A hypnotic hook repeatedly chanting “Mobb Deep against the world” drives the theme home before Havoc steps in.Havoc’s verse is a standout, laced with cautionary advice for the next generation and a vocal delivery that’s more gravelly than ever. All in all, “Against The World” is the perfect intro to this album. It reminds you how real these dudes are and how great Prodigy was.2. Love The Way (Down For You PT2) (Ft. Nas & Jorja Smith)It’s insane how much more soul this version of “Love The Way” has.A love song? You bet — but not the candlelit, rose-petals-on-the-bed kind. This one feels dark, gritty, like the kind of love that has you driving to Buffalo with a trunk full of packs and your girl riding shotgun, ready for whatever. Jorja Smith sets the tone perfectly with an emotional, soul-stretching chorus that feels both tender and tragic — the sound of love surviving through chaos.Havoc comes through with a verse that’s part devotion, part declaration. He raps like a man who knows loyalty when he sees it, convincing his girl that she’s bound to him — not by chains, but by respect and history. Then Nas slides in with pure confidence, dropping lines that make his love sound luxurious and lethal at the same time. He lets his girl know she’s one of one, and a big part of that comes from being with someone who’s got both money and muscle.Prodigy rounds it out with a verse that’s raw and street-level intimate. He’s not talking fancy dates — he’s talking about the small, real moments in hotel rooms, the kind that stick in your mind more than any grand gesture. While his flow feels a little rugged over the beat, it still adds a layer of grit that keeps the song balanced. In conclusion, this is the closest thing you will get to commercial on this album.1. Pour The Henny (Ft. Nas)LeBron wouldn’t mind if all that Henny went straight into his cup.Everybody showed up ready to work on “Pour The Henny.” The production sets the tone perfectly — slightly haunting, smooth tempo, and just the right amount of knock to keep your head moving. Havoc kicks things off with what might be his best verse on the project, flexing sharp wordplay and rapping like a man who knows exactly who he is and what he’s built. His confidence bleeds through every line as he talks about his legacy and the limits of his patience for those who don’t measure up.Prodigy follows with a verse that’s both reflective and commanding, flowing effortlessly while dropping deep, spiritual bars about purpose, life, and mortality. He even hints that when his time comes, we shouldn’t mourn — just remember the work.Then Nas steps in to close it all out with a verse that’s nothing short of masterful. His delivery is smooth and deliberate, packed with wisdom and perspective, proving once again why he’s in a league of his own.From top to bottom, “Pour The Henny” feels flawless.Honorable Mention. We The Real ThingThis s**t gives me G-Unit-era Mobb Deep vibes.“We The Real Thing” rides on a gritty, hard-knocking beat that honestly sounds like it was made to blast through a flip phone speaker. Over it, Havoc and Prodigy go off with some of their toughest verses. Prodigy spits venom, laying out exactly how he deals with rap beef like he’s been waiting for someone to test him. Meanwhile, Havoc delivers his bars with the kind of energy that makes you picture him standing on a club table, talking wild to the opps across the room. He flexes his wins and the crew’s street respect with ease. Altogether, this might be the rawest joint on the album — and when Mobb Deep gets raw (pause), it always hits different.SONG BY SONG RATING1. Against The World (4.5/5)2. Gunfire (Ft. The Alchemist) (4/5)3. Easy Bruh (4/5)4. Look At Me (Ft. Clipse) (4/5)5. The M. The O. The B. The B. (4/5)6. Down For You (Ft. Nas & Jorja Smith) (4/5)7. Taj Mahal (Ft. The Alchemist) (4/5)8. Mr. Magik (4.5/5)9. Score Points (3.5/5)10. My Era (3.5/5)11. Pour The Henny (Ft. Nas) (5/5)12. Clear Black Nights (Ft. Raekwon & Ghostface Killah) (4/5)13. Discontinued (4/5)14. Love The Way (Down For You PT2) (Ft. Nas & Jorja Smith) (5/5)15. We The Real Thing (4.5/5)RGM RATING(83.3%)Mobb Deep’s Infinite is a sharp reminder of why the Queensbridge duo will forever be etched in hip-hop history. Even with Prodigy no longer with us, the project maintains that signature gritty, cold, and cinematic essence the group was known for — thanks to Havoc’s razor-edged pen and The Alchemist’s masterful production. The beats feel like a walk through dark alleyways and smoky basements, full of tension and authenticity, while the verses are packed with hunger, pain, and survival instinct.From the smooth, reflective opener “Against The World” to the haunting “Gunfire” and the explosive “Mr. Magik,” the project captures Mobb Deep’s timeless chemistry. Havoc holds it down with verses full of street wisdom and readiness for battle, while Prodigy’s presence — even posthumously — is chillingly powerful. His storytelling, confidence, and aggression remind listeners why his voice was one of hip-hop’s most distinct.Guest features elevate the album even more. Nas brings his classic touch on “Down For You” and “Pour The Henny,” while Jorja Smith and H.E.R. add soulful, emotional layers that balance the grit with warmth. The Clipse feature on “Look At Me” feels like a meeting of legends, seamlessly blending two of rap’s greatest duos.Overall, Infinite plays like a love letter to Mobb Deep’s legacy — a project that respects their roots while giving fans something new to dissect. It’s gritty, soulful, and poetic in the most rugged way possible — exactly what you’d hope for from one of hip-hop’s most unfiltered voices.
From one of the greatest rappers of all time, a memoir about a life almost lost and a revealing look at the dark side of hip hop’s Golden Era . . .In this often violent but always introspective memoir, Mobb Deep’s Prodigy tells his much anticipated story of struggle, survival, and hope down the mean streets of New York City. For the first time, he gives an intimate look at his family background, his battles with drugs, his life of crime, his relentless suffering with sickle-cell anemia, and much more. Recently released after serving three and a half years in state prison due to what many consider an unlawful arrest by a rumored secret NYPD hip hop task force, Prodigy is ready to talk about his life as one of rap’s greatest legends.My Infamous Life is an unblinking account of Prodigy’s wild times with Mobb Deep who, alongside rappers like Nas, The Notorious B.I.G., Tupac Shakur, Jay-Z, and Wu-Tang Clan, changed the musical landscape with their vivid portrayals of early ’90s street life. It is a firsthand chronicle of legendary rap feuds like the East Coast–West Coast rivalry; Prodigy’s beefs with Jay-Z, Nas, Snoop Dogg, Ja Rule, and Capone-N-Noreaga; and run-ins with prodigal hit makers and managers like Puff Daddy, Russell Simmons, Chris Lighty, Irv Gotti, and Lyor Cohen.Taking the reader behind the smoke-and-mirrors glamour of the hip hop world, so often seen as the only way out for those with few options, Prodigy lays down the truth about the intoxicating power of money, the meaning of true friendship and loyalty, and the ultimately redemptive power of self. This is the heartbreaking journey of a child born in privilege, his youth spent among music royalty like Diana Ross and Dizzy Gillespie, educated in private schools, until a family tragedy changed everything. Raised in the mayhem of the Queensbridge projects, Prodigy rose to the dizzying heights of fame and eventually fell into the darkness of a prison cell.A truly candid memoir, part fearless confessional and part ode to the concrete jungles of New York City, My Infamous Life is written by a man who was on the front line of the last great moment in hip hop history and who is still fighting to achieve his very own American Dream.
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