The hip-hop world lost a lyrical lion in June 2017 when Albert Johnathan Johnson, better known as Prodigy of Mobb Deep, passed away at 42. The official story? He choked on a hard-boiled egg while hospitalized for complications from sickle cell anemia. Tragic, accidental, case closed. But Prodigy’s family didn’t buy it—they sued Spring Valley Hospital in Las Vegas for negligence, alleging staff failed to monitor his oxygen levels or maintain his IV, leading to his death. The lawsuit, filed in 2018, painted a picture of medical mishaps, but for fans and fellow artists like Kanye West, the narrative felt too neat, too convenient. “I don’t believe he died from choking on an egg,” Kanye said in a now-deleted October 2024 interview with Candace Owens, sparking a firestorm that reignited Prodigy’s long-standing warnings about the Illuminati, elite rituals, and a music industry rotten with control. As his cryptic tweets and prison letters resurface, the question burns: Was Prodigy’s death a freak accident, or the price for peering too deep into the shadows?
Prodigy, born in Hempstead, New York, in 1974, was hip-hop’s unflinching truth-teller. With Mobb Deep’s The Infamous (1995), he and Havoc painted Queensbridge’s grim reality in bars like “Shook Ones Pt. II,” cementing their status as East Coast royalty. But Prodigy’s mind was always on the bigger picture—the forces manipulating the game. In 1995, on LL Cool J’s “I Shot Ya (Remix),” he dropped the first Illuminati reference in rap: “Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body / Secret society tryin’ to keep their eye on me.” It wasn’t shock value; it was a seed. By 2008’s H.N.I.C. Pt. 2, he doubled down with “Illuminati,” spitting: “This is not a theory, the conspiracy is real / They want to put me in a straight jacket in a padded room and tell the world there’s 12 Monkeys.”
Prison sharpened his blade. Serving a 3.5-year bid from 2007-2011 for gun possession, Prodigy penned an open letter to Jay-Z in 2007, accusing the Roc mogul of Illuminati allegiance: “Jay-Z knows the truth but chose sides with evil… corporate Illuminati puppet.” He claimed Jay concealed systemic oppression from Black communities, promoting a beastly lifestyle. Jay responded in 2012: “We spoke before he passed… it’s sad, young man.” But Prodigy’s fire didn’t fade. In a 2011 VladTV interview, he elaborated: “Government, religions, politics, the Federal Reserve, IRS—everything we believe is a joke.” He vowed: “I’ll relentlessly attack Jay-Z, Illuminati, and every evil until my lights are out.”
Prodigy’s warnings weren’t abstract. He tweeted relentlessly about child rituals, Satanic abuse, and elite control. In 2014, he shared a UN report on British child voodoo and pedophile tourists: “I told y’all… wake the f*** up.” In 2012: “Illuminati is preschool… ABCs.” He dissected 9/11 as a “ritualistic murder” on Alex Jones in 2007: “They changed laws, mentality… pulled off the biggest ritual live for the world to see.” Food, meds, branding—manipulation everywhere. “It’s a web,” he said. “Be rebellious… speak out.”
His final album, The Book of Revelation (January 2017), was a manifesto: tracks like “Time to Say Goodbye” and “Yacht Club” laced with awakening calls. Five months later, June 20, 2017—Prodigy’s 42nd birthday—he was dead. Hospitalized for sickle cell flare-up, he “choked on an egg,” per coroner. Family lawsuit: negligence—IV failed, oxygen unmonitored. But whispers grew: cyanide metabolizes to pneumonia-like symptoms. Big Homie CC on Piers Morgan (May 2025): “Poisoned three times… cyanide into pneumonia.” Kim Porter (2018), Bobbi Kristina Brown (2015)—“pneumonia” patterns.
Kanye’s October 2024 Candace Owens interview: “I don’t feel Prodigy died from choking.” YouTube nuked it, Owens suspended. Owens resurfaced Prodigy’s Jones clip: “Ritualistic murders on kids… molesting little kids… Satanic rituals.” Prodigy: “9/11 was a ritual… changed everything.” Fans connect: DMX’s Jay beef, Craig Mack’s “pneumonia.” Choke No Joke (Comedy Hype, Dec. 2024): Foxx’s taping ranted Diddy 45 minutes—cut. “Diddy poisoned him… called FBI.”
Prodigy’s prison awakening: 1996 vision quest revealed the “sham.” “Fearless… truth set me free.” Jay’s “competitive” shade? Dismissal. Prodigy’s H.N.I.C. Pt. 2: “Illuminati… straight jacket.” The web: UN child alerts, U.S. “corporation.” His death—Jay’s birthday—echoes Tupac, Biggie. Mama Pimp C: “Murder… shady character.” DJ Paul: “Blood all over… shot up.”
The lawsuit: Spring Valley failed orders—IV dry, oxygen unchecked. But “egg choke”? Fans scoff. Kanye’s gut punch: “Not choking.” Owens: “Wake the masses.” Prodigy’s bars: blueprint. From ‘95’s “Illuminati want my mind” to 2017’s revelation, he mapped the matrix. Fans: “Silenced for speaking.” #ProdigyTruth 3M posts. The elite’s playbook: expose or erase. Prodigy’s light lingers—his warnings, a wake-up we can’t ignore.
