Subliminal diss track are always better then direct ones to me
Prodigy never did ballet as far as I know. The photograph was him in a Michael Jackson outfit as a kid.
Jay said it was a ballerina and everyone just went with it although it was clearly a lie

There was this though...
Three kids clearly not comfortable with what they are wearing...homey on the right feels right at home though
Man, y'all Mobb Deep motherfukkers are with the bullshyt?! Prodigy IS the Summer Jam screen! You Mobb Deep Motherfukkers can live with lies FOREVER?!?!...
Mobb were called out on records by 'Pac and Tha Dogg Pound, didn't need to respond to "L.A, L.A" because NO ONE was saying names.
And for ALL you bytch ass motherfukkers;
DJ Quik:
Yo, this is DJ Quik
Taking a second out with Tha Dogg Pound to let ya'll know something
If you're looking in the Source mag and don't see me
It's cause some nikkas on the East is the enemy
It's real
Daz:
Hey yo God
The Heads Is trippin' out in New York, B
(Oh.. fukk That! B! fukk That!)
fukk That!
Yo, money
They cant come down here and shoot no video
Money (buck 'em.)
In da studios
Nah what I'm Sayin?
Yall killin 'em.. (killin' Em)
Its Time..
Yo, Biggie!
Where the homie Snoop and shyt?
nikkaz trippin all out
Naw Mean?
Hey, yo!
Whats Up? Cuz?
Southside.. Dogg Pound
The shyt ain't feeling real no more
Downtown (Where Nate?)
Thug Life (nikkaz forget yall..)
Don't Stop.. (Dogg Pound)
Hollered at my homie Pac and shyt..phony ass
I Heard 2Pac fukked Biggie bytch, Faith
Thats on the Dogg Pound!
Heard about that shyt that happened in New York?
(Outlaw!) 4 real..
He said don't ever bring your ass back here
Unless you bring me a kid, bytch!
Bustaz.. we rock nikka
nikkaz I once thought I was down with and shyt (Dogg Pound gangstas) (La's Finest..)
They flipped the script on a nikka (So yall nikkaz wanna go to war?) (aaagh aaagh)
Same nikkaz settin the homies up and shyt, tryin to set us up?
(Ha Ha!) aaagh aaaagh "I bust first"
I'm like, goddamn
Know what I'm saying? (What the fukks goin on?)
Dumped $350 Worth of nut down her throat!
Kurupt:
I heard of Meth, Nas, and Red
I'm down with them
Indeed we all smoke weed and clown wit um'
Hung around wit um'
One man
I ran with his clan
There is only one land
nikkas down with me I can count on one hand
Come dumb I gets dumber
The double barrel pumper heat dumper
And I been rockin' mics since Funky Drummer
These adventures wreak Havoc speak lavish lifestyles
I crack your clavical for the cabbage
Rhyme savage
Introduction to death
Murder MCs til ain't shyt left
In the sector
Why must MCs flip like gymnastics
Just to get they whole ass whipped
Claim to be classic
But you don't set no classic examples
With ya
fukked up beats
And ya fukked up samples
Your last verbal war
You won't survive no more
I turned the channel cause nikkas you ain't live no more
I used to follow
But now you's a legend like Sleepy Hallow
I shoot to kill the horse pill u can't swallow
There's no tomorrow
nikka, it all ends
I been down with KRS since Boogie Down begins
That's my man
Now what's this I hear?
I was told to beware
I'm the inspirer
Dissed by a nikka I admired
Hell no this can't be
Now who the fukk is this I hear on the radio dissin' me?
B.I. double G.I. to the E
shyt's scorchin'
Doing a video for a song
That got blew out of porportion
I found he's the deadliest force
In a world where it all about glamour fame and fortune
nikka we Mobb Deep
So fukk you, Jeru, and any Tribe that Quest's to compete
We the elite
The psycho assassin is blastin'
And next time you hit L.A. nikka we mashin '
And that's without 'Pac's verse


DON'T GET A MOTHERfukkER STARTED....