The Prodigy es una banda británica de música electrónica formada en 1990 por el tecladista y compositor principal Liam Howlett. El grupo surgió en Braintree, Essex, y rápidamente se destacó en la escena rave del Reino Unido.
El nombre The Prodigy proviene del sintetizador Moog Prodigy que Howlett utilizaba para componer sus primeras creaciones musicales. La formación original incluía a Liam Howlett, Keith Flint (bailarín y vocalista), Leeroy Thornhill (bailarín), y Maxim Reality (MC y vocalista).
El primer sencillo de la banda, "What Evil Lurks", fue lanzado en 1991 y marcó el inicio de su carrera musical. Sin embargo, su primer gran éxito llegó con el sencillo "Charly", que combinaba ritmos breakbeat con samples de un antiguo anuncio de servicio público inglés.
Su álbum debut, Experience, lanzado en 1992, consolidó su posición en la escena electrónica. Con temas como "Out of Space" y "Jericho", el álbum fusionaba elementos de techno, rave y breakbeat. La energía en sus presentaciones en vivo y sus innovadoras producciones establecieron a The Prodigy como pioneros en su género.
En 1994, el grupo lanzó su segundo álbum, Music for the Jilted Generation. Este trabajo mostró una madurez musical, alejándose del sonido rave inicial y explorando territorios más oscuros y agresivos. Canciones como "Voodoo People" y "No Good (Start the Dance)" se convirtieron en clásicos instantáneos.
La verdadera revolución llegó con el álbum The Fat of the Land en 1997, que incluyó éxitos mundiales como "Firestarter"
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Stuck On You
"I'm Hooked, I'm hooked"
"I'm stuck to you - just like glue"
Alright, alright, uh-huh
And I ain't neva let you go, let you go
What time is it?, dawgs sit righ here
Put the kids to bed - tell y'all story
And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone
First worry about my money, you know what..?
Its a cash explosion, it's rainin' dollars
We made it to stardom, the new album
The 50-50 joint ventures, it only gets better & better
Might treat myself to a nice Ferrari for the winter
Gave my whole crib up, Do NOT ENTER!
'Cause the ni*** inside with the shotty got a temper
And I play it by the book, man; I thought he was a burglar
I'm gettin' off 'cause I served her
You wastin' that broad with that shit they want
More money than any dope man could eva see
Man, S and Bar ain't got shit on P
I'm like Trapper John, 'cause I M.D
And I do surgery on the ni*** for free
When it come to that Tae Bo, we gettin' box load
I pop a ni*** over my money, man all I know 'em
"I'm stuck to you - just like glue"
"I love it, I love it, I swear I do, aaahhh baby"
Yea that's how that one go you'nah'what'I'mean?
(Live that money right?)
And I ain't neva let you go, let you go, (No doubt)
And who gon' love the paper man? You gotta love the paper
If you got that much paper you gotta hold it down
And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone
So the next one, you know what that's about, (That's right)
My bestest friend, my worstest enemy (That's right)
Y'all could even save my life or be the death of me
Even get me outta drama, or put me in a locker
Y'all gon' have me wind up in that chair with the tires
Stab a ni*** like Myers
But I'd rather put fire to your ass like Pryor (Damn!)
'Cause I prefer the iron
Shoot at bitch ass niggas and do 'em like Bison
I got big jump-off that fit down my pants leg
'Lil jump-offs, your dunn know
A damn thang, niggas talkin' thug on their song on the radio
But we the reason they fire proofed the Coupes
And we the same reason you brinin' re-enforcements through
You'll neva get me alive my gun is like glue (Come wit it, come wit it)
Shots spread like the flu, do you lungs, do your peoples
I love my heaters, I'm...
Yea, you motha'fuckin' right man, them hammers man, them guns man
And I ain't neva let you go, let you go
Gotta keep them thangs on you, what you know about that though?
But you know there's one thing a ni*** can't live without
And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone
And it's the bottom line right here
You know we like; phatties with size, 'lil cutie pies
With the nightstands walk and bodies that talk
Make niggas dig deep until they barrel the game
And pull out somethin' that'll definitely gettin' to her brain (Word)
With the perm or the braids (Whatup)
It's all love as long as it curves and it's in right space (It's all good)
With a face that deserves the front page
I got the keys that'll free all birds from their cage (Let's go)
I get pu*** like James, its nuttin' to point
Y'all niggas takin' too long to get to the point (Fo' real)
Y'all chicks makin' me sick, you lookin' so good bitch (God damn)
I gotta have you, enough I can't stop it
Gangsta love, you pretty and thug
She's like the hood ni*** only if he's bustin' his gun
Mama you go girl, you keep right on, doin' what you doin'
Keepin' niggas off
"I'm stuck to you - just like glue"
"I love it, I love it, I swear I do, eww baby"
And I ain't neva let you go, let you go
And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone
And I ain't neva let you go, let you go
And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone
Ok we gotta battle the .9 millimeter heavy duty pistols
West has the carbon 15 .9 millimeter pistol
And I got a mac-10 from Invasion USA
We're gonna have a 'lil race, you read? (Yep)
Ok, bottom two, here we go: .9 millimeter fired, then the mac-10
I win