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maestro wooz
03-26-2007, 02:00 AM
bronze is a madman with the lyrics we know and while we got the chance im gonna make this thread

maestro wooz
03-26-2007, 02:02 AM
Good morning(A nice hell)

Let me walk you through the yards where life is truly hard
On the pathway, from a disease that ashtray
All day, we on the grind like Monday
Just let me smoke my insence, life is intense
Like the Black Day in July..
Excuse me, mam, I'm just try'nna get by
Just try'nna get past these souls that fly
Like the bullets down my way, hoes around my way
Souls is drowing in the dead sea of sex and Alize
Look out for the dead children, maybe you'll find hope
Sitting in the building, around a plate of that coke

dope stuff,

Damage your mammo-grammy, we see what's in your heart
On the road to nowhere, the boulevard; Rosa Parks
Those are sharks,(?) wake up, cause the jakes up
Just try'nna reach for his goal, he reach for his gun
It ain't no Tums when the heart burns like the sun
Tears for the whine, sims,(?) this can't be life
Flowers for sale, half off the funeral price

why half off the funeral price?

Rock skip accross lungs, family are stunned
Good morning, the flute plays my song of sorrow
Today we got hope, but what about tomorrow?
Good afternoon, still blast the same tune
Good evening, thiefs theme was his demon


He came screaming, like "Blaow! Nigga fuck ya life"

loved that line when i first heard the song

Good night, sometimes hell seems kinda nice
She came tears, screaming, like why they take his life?
Kissed his forehead in the coffin, good night


Float through the day, like heroin in the veins
Of a mad sinner, from whiskey to a bad liver
It's mad different, when he trying on my shoes
Maybe they learn in turn, that I don't wanna breathe booze
And they don't wanna sell birds, bricks & bodily germs
Just try'nna reach our goals, so we reach for what burns
And I probably know I'm wrong, but it's the same old song
On the radio playlist, how the sales made him famous
And you probably wouldn't see us, just as niggaz & felons
Maybe you'll find promise in a box of ego talents
Maybe you'll see dreams in the eyes of the fiends
And to trade(?) green for green, is the best way, it seems
Now we ain't say we innocent, angels, or preacher's sons
But you slap my hand away whenever I reach for funds

Anger and pain, take a banger to George brain
On the train to nothingness, with wildermere dreams

wildermere, connecticut? I tried to look this up and it seems like wildermere is a nice area to live in connecticut. And who's george?

It ain't no time, when freedom is on the clock
I either join your sports team or I a bench press a glock

become an athlete or become a "gangster" when growing up?

Good morning, I guess we never broke the slavery bonds
Cause I came out the precint with the same chains on
Good afternoon, I'm still laughing at the moon
Good evening, we all poured our liquor out grieving
Poured our liquor grieving..


Psalm(?) pulled a pipe, like wait, I love life
Good night, sometimes you die after you see the light
He shot to the side like last night's dice
Missed the man on purpose, cause he regained his sight
Psalm(?) pulled a pipe, like wait, I love life
Good night, sometimes you die after you see the light
He shot to the side like Antonio McDyess

i like it but i dont get the dice reference

Missed the man on purpose, cause he regained his sight

i understand this last chorus, but i dont understand what is being shot to the side. A pipe, some kind of crack pipe? a gun?

shinobi4227
03-26-2007, 02:08 AM
Dope

Osi
03-27-2007, 09:25 PM
Killa Sin had the sickest verse on TGM.

maestro wooz
04-03-2007, 02:52 AM
these are the lyrics silencer type up for black royalty, i think theyre pretty accurate.


Royal golden, watch my inner soul flowing
Like leaves in a Galilee current towards the ocean
Grab it and smoke one, but don't overdose lungs
I'll trade you these scriptures, if you hand me your guns
Made it for students in the school of life
I could write a sun ray, author a full moon's light
My words are sutchers to a broken future
That stitch clouds together, lift you to God, when we lose ya
I speak planets, think mountains, deep fountains
Bleed messages, tell the welfare kids
Place Saturn's rings around a splattered kid's wig
Send him to Heaven's gates, to earn his severed wings
I great the fallen angels with a second chance
On the blankets of death, like winter Indian chants (??)
My thoughts float through the city, homeless men heard me
Found more dreams in my rhymes, than that flask of wild turkey
Open and pour it, withdraw it, before he sipped it
Put his bottle in his coat and said "that kid is gifted"
Follow a spiral staircase into my brain wave
Count every step and see exactly where the pain lays
Aline my watch with a biological clock
Drag the moon into a womb, tell your child, you could watch
Then maybe you'll never leave, follow (?) this child as a seed
Black Royalty, the horns my robe, crown and habitat
On the black top, I spoke to Judas, he regretted that
Metal gat, my habits like fresh fleets of heroin
Look close, and saw the map of Detroit streets, in his arm
The city climbed in that old picture of me in the frame
And asked the man i used to know, why the fuck I changed
Told him with no expression, words were on the page
Written in goblins, ghosts & the hemoglobin of slaves
I drew blood in the shape of the Wu symbol
My rhymes are hieroglyphics, left for mystics in temples
Carefully build each bar, like I welded you a jail
Then smoke from the same plants black magic used to heal
And blow the residue in the 9/11 wind direction
Stranger than fiction how those buildings stand as missing
Back in deep thought like a rich man now homeless
Stroke the fire like intern's hips in melty moments
This is triumphant warrior overthrow
Vivid like my face carved in black foot totem pole
They ask whose the Wu-Tang poet so graphic
They sent him towards The Wisemen, and he came to Nazareth


still got questions about the line "stroke the fire like interns hips in melting moments"

I think it could be "stroke the five" but that doesnt make any more sense

drop any other thoughts

Bronze Nazareth
04-03-2007, 02:51 PM
Damage your mammo-grammy, we see what's in your heart
On the road to nowhere, the boulevard; Rosa Parks
Those are sharks,(?) wake up, cause the jakes up
Just try'nna reach for his goal, he reach for his gun
It ain't no Tums when the heart burns like the sun
Tears for the whine, sims,(?) this can't be life
Flowers for sale, half off the funeral price

the boulevard, (East and West Grand Ave in Detroit is known as the boulevard), Rosa Parks is also a street in Detroit.

"Dozin' sharks wake up/because the Jakes up" talkin about early morning drug raids, waking the sharks up early morning, which leads to him reaching....

Tears for D'WAN SIMS (http://www.childseeknetwork.com/?archive=619) this cant be life!

half off the funeral price because they make so much off sales they can afford half off for funeral flowers



And to trade(?) green for green, is the best way, it seems


selling that greenery for money


Anger and pain, take a banger to George brain
On the train to nothingness, with wildermere dreams


saying the frustration just makes you wanna shoot George.....Bush of course. Wildemere is a street in Detroit 7 mile area, with big rich houses..I was riding by one day like damn I want a house like that....dreamin


Psalm(?) pulled a pipe, like wait, I love life
Good night, sometimes you die after you see the light
He shot to the side like last night's dice
Missed the man on purpose, cause he regained his sight
Psalm(?) pulled a pipe, like wait, I love life
Good night, sometimes you die after you see the light
He shot to the side like Antonio McDyess

i like it but i dont get the dice reference

Missed the man on purpose, cause he regained his sight

i understand this last chorus, but i dont understand what is being shot to the side. A pipe, some kind of crack pipe? a gun?


"Saw him Pull the pipe" like wait I love life
shot to the side life last nights diec is llike when you shooting dice, sometimes they might roll off to the side.
A gun is being shot to the side. He pulled the gun on dude, so dude was like "wait I love life!", he shot to the side on purpose and missed because he realized it wasnt right aka missed him on purpose cause he regained his sight.....

the silencer
04-03-2007, 03:14 PM
goddamn this is becomin my fav part of this whole fuckin website...

at first i didnt like the song $(Cash Rule) but last few times i been listenin to the album this shit has really been catchin my attention...lotta emotion and deep shit it in it...

this line particularly, altho i dono if im graspin it fully:
"brilliant display of white snow in those haunted lots
plus the chillin degrees are all routine
take all the CREAM wit ????? vaccine that make it seem as if
we just as cold as our hands in sweet december mist.."

it seems like its sayin that they've taken all the money and left ppl out in the cold AND it makes them seem as if they're just cold, evil ppl...but im not gettin one of the words in there..

DR. NICK RIVIERA
04-03-2007, 04:20 PM
damn, Bronze, thanks for droppin' by...can't wait for your next album :)

maestro wooz
04-03-2007, 08:14 PM
wow good looks bronze, much appreciated. Im gonna drop some more questions.

J.T.S.
04-04-2007, 12:14 PM
Can anybody give me some info on Bronze albums to cop, i wanna buy his records after reading these lines shit!!

Bronze Nazareth
04-04-2007, 02:02 PM
maestro:

Under blankets of death, like winter Indian chants - talking bout when they came over and gave the Native Americans blankets filled with diseases, such as smallpox etc etc...

Then maybe you'll never leave, a fatherless child as a seed....


stroke the fire like interns hips in melting moments - just meaning Ima keep shit hot, keep it going but do it carefully, like I had this beautiful intern who hips I was stroking at the time - melting moments, hot sex, good pussy or whatever you wanna call it nahmean? so I tied that in...



Silencer:

brilliant display of white snow in those haunted lots
plus the chillin degrees are all routine
take Gold and Cream with warning vaccine
that make it seem as if
we just as cold as our hands in sweet december mist


the whole song is about money, collecting it, being owed etc.
like when I say:

"9 dead men to cast metal for no reason to travel on"
9 dead men are 9 faces of the dead presidents on the bills
on the currency, washington on the dollar, etc etc


cast metal - meaning to shoot bullets, but also cast metal is also known as a die so money is something to kil for and something to die for...double meaning

THANKS TO EVERYONE FOR THE LOVE AND SUPPORT. KEEP SPREADING THE WORD, WE NEED SALES!! 100

the silencer
04-04-2007, 05:48 PM
Can anybody give me some info on Bronze albums to cop, i wanna buy his records after reading these lines shit!!
go cop the Great Migration and the new Wisemen album brother....and prepare to listen to that old real shit..

at some point today im gonna perform the task of typing up the lyrics to Poem Burial Ground (with plenty of mistakes) because listening closely to it today that song is a lyrical masterpiece...

the silencer
04-04-2007, 08:35 PM
this song is bananas..

definitely a few things here im not sure of, especially in the second verse, but heres what i got...

(it's long but i'm typing the whole song out cuz i want this thread to sort of be a resource for those lookin for lyrics...cuz places like ohhla.com and all them usually post up totally garbled bullshit on their pages....)

Poem Burial Ground

Yo my ravenous thoughts, savages taught
Massively brought axes and hatchets to solve
Records match dastardly corpse
Graphics and bolts flash the magic is rough
You lack sight mothafucka your swords n masses are dull
We grapplin dough
You back in shackles and cuffs
Mathematical snuffs
Madness is lust i HAD to construct
actions of thought, flashin whats tucked
passion as grimey as muck
A butcher has struck, hackin the surface of skulls
Lackin a purpose for rational reason for swingin in hall
My granny (?) is hand-writin on walls
I send lightning thru halls
that strike like wolverine claws
Raps out bullets who sore the cartilage in ya jaw
filaments ligaments tore, thats how a pillage is born
I'm spillin ya soul, like wolves we can blaze in the cold
My halo is old, got it from grand-dad when he died
Beagle sad eagle eyes they dark as broken street lights
Deep as ocean sea life
Need me like gamblers need dice
Shambles and hoods wit steep blight(??)
Thats why i couldn't see right,
Once said "this couldn't be life"
it hits like 3 pipes
I'm still ill as seasick slaves, dig emcees deep as graves [whaaaat!!!]
Wigs meet this amnesia shave, I bleed on page
then sleep wit rage
NIGGA READ EACH PAGE!!!

"it rests on 13 acres of earth over the very center.. of hell..
here is the first to offer, to the daring, a look into the final maddening space between life and death
sites and sounds far beyond anything you've tested
(not sure bout this part-->) to avoid thinking, keep dreaming.."

Yo my sinister stings glimmer like ministers rings,
echo like singers who sing in hills and valleys of kings
Alleys and gallery art
Mallory Gatlin cohart (??)
travel when power line sparks
I ???? to follow my heart
Archery shower of darts
Cowards (??) wit flowers that park
Calculus algebra heart
Falcon beak arrowhead shark
Marriage ya marrow and bark
Stare at a mirror and crack it,
Carnage wit targets and ratchets
Suspenseful dense (??) when our habits
like keepin arms in our jackets
A farmer's verse like a harvester
Crimes in ?????? forest
die in a thirst and a famine
Drivin' a hearse thru ya basement
my cadences came in fiendin' a bite when they say "Amen"
peeling cotton enslavement
thats how the place spin like bottles
my kiss of death might've got u
stockin my shelters wit gospel
hot like lava on the bodies of models
??? I'm an apostle, hospital cut-throat
My goblins sent you, ask the emcee for my news quote(??)
I'm bogglin' kin folk
Modelin' hobblin' pen strokes [(sick line)]
I'm wealthy in mental
You pull on the chains of a limo
Language is terminal
Since urban servants is burning you
Lyrics see-through, brain angles from deep roots
Chemical alchemy too
Throw u from balcony stoops
Isn't he too...SICK like that chronic fatigue?
Deeper than subsonic leaves
pull trees thats root-free....

I probably got alot wrong but take a look at that shit....the first like 300 times i heard this song everything just flies over my head and i was just like "wow what a beat, and his flow is crazy" and then u check the lyrics and its like WHAAAT....its amazing he fits this much substance into 1 fuckin song...reminds me of Gza lyrics, like they need to be studied almost...

what do you guys think of this song??? (especially now that i just took the time to type up the lyrics)

maestro wooz
04-05-2007, 01:03 AM
maestro:

Under blankets of death, like winter Indian chants - talking bout when they came over and gave the Native Americans blankets filled with diseases, such as smallpox etc etc...

ah alright, i always thought it was "chance"


Then maybe you'll never leave, a fatherless child as a seed....


stroke the fire like interns hips in melting moments - just meaning Ima keep shit hot, keep it going but do it carefully, like I had this beautiful intern who hips I was stroking at the time - melting moments, hot sex, good pussy or whatever you wanna call it nahmean? so I tied that in...

thats what i always thought it was, but i couldnt explain how you could relate an intern to sex, it's a late 90's american thing to understand.

maestro wooz
04-05-2007, 01:25 AM
Yo my ravenous thoughts, savages taught
Massively brought axes and hatchets to *saw*



Records match dastardly corpse
Graphics and bolts flash the magic is rough
You lack sight mothafucka your swords n masses are dull
We grapplin dough
You back in shackles and cuffs
Mathematical snuffs
Madness is lust i HAD to construct


I HAD to, love it


actions of thought, flashin whats tucked
passion as grimey as muck
A butcher has struck, hackin the surface of skulls
Lackin a purpose for rational reason for swingin in hall



"My grammy is here writing on walls"

his grandmother and his heritage and past and everything are there writing with him, he's writing for them


I send lightning thru halls
that strike like wolverine claws
Raps out bullets who sore the cartilage in ya jaw
filaments ligaments tore, thats how a pillage is born
I'm spillin ya soul, like wolves we can blaze in the cold
My halo is old, got it from grand-dad when he died
Beagle sad eagle eyes they dark as broken street lights

"beagle sad eagle eyes" "they dark as broken street lights"
zounds


Deep as ocean sea life
Need me like gamblers need dice
Shambles and hoods wit steep blight(??)

steep plight maybe?


Thats why i couldn't see right,
Once said "this couldn't be life"
it hits like 3 pipes
I'm still ill as seasick slaves, dig emcees deep as graves [whaaaat!!!]
Wigs meet this amnesia shave, I bleed on page
then sleep wit rage
NIGGA READ EACH PAGE!!!

"it rests on 13 acres of earth over the very center.. of hell..
here is the first to offer, to the daring, a look into the final maddening space between life and death
sites and sounds far beyond anything you've tested
(not sure bout this part-->) to avoid thinking, keep dreaming.."



Yo my sinister stings glimmer like ministers rings,
echo like singers who sing in hills and valleys of kings
Alleys and gallery art
Mallory Gatlin cohart (??)
travel when power line sparks

through the power of google, i think it might be "mallory catlett", who it looks like is a theatre director. Would go along with some of the comparisons before it, but i dont know what's special about her.


the flow on this part is just vicious


I ???? to follow my heart
Archery shower of darts
Cowards (??) wit flowers that park
Calculus algebra heart
Falcon beak arrowhead shark
Marriage ya marrow and bark
Stare at a mirror and crack it,
Carnage wit targets and ratchets
Suspenseful dense (??) when our habits
like keepin arms in our jackets
A farmer's verse like a harvester
Crimes in ?????? forest
die in a thirst and a famine
Drivin' a hearse thru ya basement
my cadences came in fiendin' a bite when they say "Amen"
peeling cotton enslavement
thats how the place spin like bottles
my kiss of death might've got u
stockin my shelters wit gospel
hot like lava on the bodies of models
??? I'm an apostle, hospital cut-throat
My goblins sent you, ask the emcee for my news quote(??)
I'm bogglin' kin folk
Modelin' hobblin' pen strokes [(sick line)]
I'm wealthy in mental
You pull on the chains of a limo



not really sure about any of the question marks you had, ill let more qualified people respond, but the flow for these lines is just raw, eating the track absolutely alive.

I dont mind how theres more words in bronze's songs that i cant make out than in other ones, cause thats bound to happen when you flow foolish like on this song.

BRASSKNUCKLED PAI MEI
04-05-2007, 01:10 PM
Word, Thanks to Bronze coming thru and responded 1

the silencer
04-13-2007, 01:47 AM
Rare Breed

amazing track...few things i wanna look at from Bronze's first verse tho..

i remember gearin' for days, shiftin from grimey wayssick opening line...love this shit

bullets through the pope's robe if i ain't ate that day
always loved this one but i never fully understood it....i'm thinkin its just to try and show the anger/frustration from going a day without being able to eat???? i dono...probly some heavy deep shit behind it that i can't catch..

became vegetarian, only inhale vegetation
no hesitation when the cloud of locust pellets came in
don't get the locusts part...i'm assuming its referring to the locusts and plagues from the book of Exodus but i dono

i walked wit Abraham through the ghettos and slums..love the reference to Abraham...hes the true source of the 3 major western religions and defintiely a figure who could lead to peace between them all..
is there a deeper significance to the reference to him in this line though?


ill put more later, im really tired and i gotta finish doin homework...

Bronze Nazareth
04-18-2007, 01:32 PM
Silencer -
this song is bananas..

Poem Burial Ground

Yo my ravenous thoughts, savages taught
Massively brought axes and hatchets is SOFT
Records match dastardly CULTS
Graphics in vaults, flashes of magic is brought
You lack sight mothafucka your swords and masters are dull
We grapple and duck
You back in shackles and cuffs
Mathematical snuffs
Madness is lust i HAD to construct
ashes of thought, flashin whats tucked
passion as grimey as muck
A butcher has struck, hackin the surface of skulls
Lackin a purposeful, rational reason for swingin in halls
My GRAMMY is hand-writin on walls (meaing my award is the writing, the graf, etc.)
I send lightning thru halls
that strike like wolverine claws
Raps are bullets that soar thru cartilage in ya jaw
filaments ligaments tore, thats how a pillage is born
I'm spillin ya soul, like wolves licking blades in the cold (hunters used to stick a knife in the mound of snow, with meat on it, the wolves would come lick and lick, and cut their tongue, in the cold snow they couln;t tell they were bleeding to death, aka dying or spilling their soul, check dead prez first album intro too)


My halo is old, got it from grand-dad when he died
Beagle sad eagle eyes stay dark as broken street lights
Deep as ocean sea life
Need me like gamblers need dice
Shambles and hoods wit steep blight
Thats why i couldn't see right,
Once said "this couldn't be life" (reference to the Jay Z song, 'this cant be life' one of my favs)

it hits like 3 pipes (crack pipe, lead pipe, and tobacco pipes - all kill)
I'm still ill as seasick slaves, dig emcees deepest graves [whaaaat!!!]
Wigs meet this amnesia shave, I bleed on page
then sleep wit rage
NIGGA READ EACH PAGE!!!

"it rests on 13 acres of earth over the very center.. of hell..
here is the first to offer, to the daring, a look into the final maddening space between life and death
sites and sounds far beyond anything you've tested
(not sure bout this part-->) to avoid thinking, keep dreaming.."

Yo my sinister stings glimmer like ministers rings,
echo like singers who sing in hills and valleys of kings
Alleys and gallery art
Mallory Gatlin cold heart (Natural Born Killer movie reference)
travel when power line sparks
sour dimes devour my heart (crooked women, aka sour dimes)
Archery shower of darts
Cowards with flowers depart (funeral)
Calculus algebra hard
Falcon beak arrowhead sharp
Marriage of marrow and bark
Stare at a mirror and crack it,
Carnage wit targets and ratchets
Suspense from dense winter habits
like keepin arms in our jackets winter we carry guns and wear heavy coats cuz of the cold - arms in our jackets - double meaning


I farm this verse like a harvest
or crops in old Mayan forests
dying of thirst and a famine
Drivin' a hearse thru ya basement
my cadence is CAMEN (small viciuos relative to alligators/crocs)
fiendin' ta bite when they say "Amen"
peeling cotton and slavin'
thats how the blade spin like bottles
my kiss of death might've got u
stockin my shelters wit gospel
hot like lava on the bodies of models
Ra Amen apostle, hospital cut-throat
"MY GOD WHO SENT YOU!?" asked the emcee for my neuss rope
I'm bogglin' kin folk
Modelin' hobblin' pen strokes [(sick line)]
I'm wealthy in mental
you poor with chains and a limo
Language is terminal
Since urban servings is burning you
Lyrics seep-through, brain angles from deep roots
Chemical alchemy too
Throw u from balcony stoops
Isn't he too...SICK like that chronic fatigue?
Deeper than subsonic leaves
pull on trees thats root-free....

Bronze Nazareth
04-18-2007, 01:33 PM
QUOTE]Rare Breed

amazing track...few things i wanna look at from Bronze's first verse tho.. [/QUOTE]

Quote:
i remember gear (same clothes) for days, shiftin from grimey ways

sick opening line...love this shit




Quote:
bullets through the pope's robe if i ain't ate that day

always loved this one but i never fully understood it....i'm thinkin its just to try and show the anger/frustration from going a day without being able to eat????

exactly...

Quote:
became vegetarian, only inhale vegetation
no hesitation when the cloud of locust pellets came in

don't get the locusts part...i'm assuming its referring to the locusts and plagues from the book of Exodus but i dono

nah locusts = bullets


Quote:
i walked wit Abraham through the ghettos and slums..

love the reference to Abraham...hes the true source of the 3 major western religions and defintiely a figure who could lead to peace between them all..


is there a deeper significance to the reference to him in this line though?



I just mean that I was trying to connect and be the middle man trying to bring attention to conditions in the slums

famenchuan
04-18-2007, 04:00 PM
This is my fav thread ever. Thanks Bronze. Wish more artists would do this.

the silencer
04-18-2007, 05:03 PM
This is my fav thread ever. Thanks Bronze. Wish more artists would do this.
co-sign..

goddamn i cant believe how deep this shit is..

Fresh Breath
04-22-2007, 12:33 PM
This is my fav thread ever. Thanks Bronze. Wish more artists would do this.

Definitly Co-sign!!!

Thanks for all the insight so far Bronze... Fucking LOVE The Great Migration!!!

Love the song "Good Morning (A Nice Hell)

The imagery is magical... "Float through the day like heroin in the veins of a mad sinner, from whiskey to a bad liver"

Jus got a question about your openin line on "More The Gold"... Wha u mean when u say;

"I'm a king with no wings, but we can box in one "//

Lovin the wisemen album too man!!

RADIOACTIVE MAN
04-22-2007, 12:44 PM
bronze is a fucking beast man,this album was well done from start to finish,one of my top wu projects out this year,its a shame that even when someone puts out something as splendid as this,some wu fans still dont want to apreciate it,the man is dropping pure intelligence from start to end and his beats are nasty,period..bring some more bronze...great work b

The Hound
04-22-2007, 12:56 PM
yeh great migration is one of the far superior wu albums ... fuck that ... albums period of this decade ... definately better than what some generals have dropped in recent years ...

Eddie Bronze
04-22-2007, 12:57 PM
Wow, major fucking props to Bronze on this thread. Way to reach out to your fans!:thumbup:

Fresh Breath
04-22-2007, 02:05 PM
bronze is a fucking beast man,this album was well done from start to finish,one of my top wu projects out this year,its a shame that even when someone puts out something as splendid as this,some wu fans still dont want to apreciate it,the man is dropping pure intelligence from start to end and his beats are nasty,period..bring some more bronze...great work b

Co-sign tha man!! Love Bronze his production is unreal!!

the silencer
04-22-2007, 09:46 PM
Jus got a question about your openin line on "More The Gold"... Wha u mean when u say;

"I'm a king with no wings, but we can box in one "//

Lovin the wisemen album too man!!

its "king with no RINGS"....i think that one is pretty easy to figure out..

and if u havent checked it yet, theres a thread breakin down the lyrics of the Wisemen album too....shit is ill


i got a couple quick ones for this thread...


More Than Gold
"thorough drumline slow, like DUMBO.."
i was always kinda thinkin its "Dumbo" because of the thorough slow drumline in the cartoon movie when hes performin at the circus and shit...but if aint Dumbo than i have no idea what it means..



The Bronzeman
"the seeds of my cold blood travel through deep veins,/ grew up wit no hands, arms were spike ball and chain.."

this verse is straight up incredible throughout and i've always pondered this line...

and
"my possible scam, a sonogram of modern man.."



Stolen Van Gogh
"season beef like electrical seats"

maybe i'm lookin too deep into this one cuz i could never figure it out...i was thinkin it might have to do with the electric chair but i dono


5th Chamber
"bottle this ????? ??? cherry pits and rusty blades,..."
can't make out this one part..


Great Migration
i'm gonna type up this whole song soon cuz its one of the deepest and illest on the album but theres one line thats been stuck in my mind that i havent been able to interpret at all..

"my pen poison is quick to strike/ cuz skin moistness(?) my kryptonite.."

maestro wooz
04-23-2007, 01:30 AM
damn i didnt notice this thread


good shit bronze, i love it just as much as everyone else

Longbongcilvaringz
04-23-2007, 02:44 AM
I'm spillin ya soul, like wolves licking blades in the cold (hunters used to stick a knife in the mound of snow, with meat on it, the wolves would come lick and lick, and cut their tongue, in the cold snow they couln;t tell they were bleeding to death, aka dying or spilling their soul, check dead prez first album intro too)
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damn, i didnt even notice that line, i remember that being on dead prez's album.

thanks for explaining your lyrics bronze, much appreciated.

Fresh Breath
04-25-2007, 10:04 AM
its "king with no RINGS"....i think that one is pretty easy to figure out..

and if u havent checked it yet, theres a thread breakin down the lyrics of the Wisemen album too....shit is ill
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Yea i had a feelin it was "Rings" but my mate was sayin it was wings an got me confused... Good lookin silencer!!

the silencer
05-26-2007, 07:34 PM
this threads been sleepin....Bronze ain't come around in a while damn..



lyrics to The Great Migration track

great fuckin song....love the flow and the structure of the verses...and the beat is just like scary..

lotta shit i'd like to have explained and/or cleared up on this one..

Yo, in the jungle
Streets hard, flee God
doubt God, why God?
moms heard me scream, like i been scorned
the beef so supreme lord
five toes, got hoes
playin for my house doughs
another dose of vicatin
slicin it, juttin in like sudden cuttin winds
and we got severe strokes, sword-tip
pen-pokes, send folks to hell
when the doors close, its hard here
my dear, kiss ya chin, miss again
this is Michigan, aka Babylon seas of sin
its me again, grabbin at ya backdoor like a rap-tor
you need me you ac-tors
revelations, came in, deterioratin men and women emcees....
go home and smoke them leaves..
Slice and dice, puree, my forte
is swordplay, chop off ya limbs day
sway off strings of ligaments
this nigga bends kept my limbs (??) and rock
black Timbs, only wins between pungent
dungeon walls and basements
Relentless, killa bee
sting like flyin jellyfish
A king who walks around, wit a pen, and a severed wrist


Yo, in the streets
Jungles deep, run from man, haunted land
skeletons they hauntin man, you argue fam we flauntin hands
and might just let the pipes bust
in the birth canal, I creep from wells, wit secret spells to teach and tell
my speech'll kill, its steep as hills
Its deeper still, we dwell on scarred blocks
where they scar cops, they don't even come
for evening suns, i'm grievin, and be needin guns
cuz stocks and bonds are far beyond the poverty lines we stand for years
Hooded life, crimson rain, singin in a veil of tears
trail of beers and vodka, i'm on a--different planet
i crack skulls like granite, that was blast outta cannons
From standin on porches, to handin off roach clips
i'm so swift, i broke ribs and came back like Joe Gibbs
Blow kids out boxes, box-cutters and glock clips
the loudest, obnoxious, shots just woke me from my worst nightmare
We thirst for light years, cuz dark days and grain stays
over me like no one seen
Can't control the scenes, i'm just an actor
in the scripts of life, my pen poison is quick to strike cuz skin moistness (??) my kryptonite, i skipped the hype
and took the elevator, towards Heaven's light....

maestro wooz
05-27-2007, 07:42 PM
i kinda got away from listening to the album for a couple weeks, then a friend heard "more than gold" on pandora and asked me to send him the album, now we both been bumping it non stop the last couple days. Shit is still insane.

BRASSKNUCKLED PAI MEI
05-28-2007, 12:00 AM
i kinda got away from listening to the album for a couple weeks, then a friend heard "more than gold" on pandora and asked me to send him the album, now we both been bumping it non stop the last couple days. Shit is still insane.

yeah this album is a great album...I can listen to over and over...

11th Chamber
06-16-2007, 12:39 AM
this has literally been the only album that has been gettin play in my car the last 3-4 weeks

the silencer
06-26-2007, 12:49 AM
from an old Bronze interview i was lookin at today, from when TGM came out..

Bronze:

I know that in the past people have appreciated my beats more than my lyrics, but on this album, some of my lyrics might go past you, but if you rewind my lyrics, you'll see that I'm lyrically-crazy. I'm not a conceited cat, but I'm confident. I have some deep shit on there. I've lived a life where I've been through things and seen things. I just want people to respect the lyrics on this. The beats are going to be there. The beats are crazy already. Pay attention to the lyrics. I love y'all for supporting.damn i hope we get some more updates on this thread i been jammin this album constantly lately...

"My habit's insane, performin an audio-topsy:
cotton-grown testosterone, got glocks for bones
drink a marsh of H20, think harsh darts n throw maybe blow
poison tips, razor tits, sour as lemon sticks my fetish is wet pussy wit splatter patterns.."

The Bronzeman verse might be my fav now....shit is so fuckin raw

Bronze Nazareth
06-27-2007, 03:46 PM
Jus got a question about your openin line on "More The Gold"... Wha u mean when u say;"I'm a king with no wings, but we can box in one "


I meant Rings not wings.


More Than Gold
"thorough drumline slow, like DUMBO.."
i was always kinda thinkin its "Dumbo" because of the thorough slow drumline in the cartoon movie when hes performin at the circus and shit...but if aint Dumbo than i have no idea what it means..


stir a drumline slow like gumbo/


The Bronzeman
"the seeds of my cold blood travel through deep veins,/ grew up wit no hands, arms were spike ball and chain.."

this verse is straight up incredible throughout and i've always pondered this line...

and
"my possible scam, a sonogram of modern man.."



that first line is just imagery, cold blood in deep veins like the deeper the ocean the colder the water, so basically the more you push me the more explosion

and you the medeival spiked ball and chain? where its a metal ball with sharp spike on it, Im just exaggerrating here, I spiked ball and chains instead of arms


Stolen Van Gogh
"season beef like electrical seats"

if the goverment has a beef with you thats how they handle it, with the chair or imprisonment etc etc. So Im saying beef with me will get handled..



5th Chamber
"bottle this ????? ??? cherry pits and rusty blades,..."
can't make out this one part..

botanist (scientist who studies plants, green ones *D )/
rotten as cherry pits and rusty blades



Great Migration
i'm gonna type up this whole song soon cuz its one of the deepest and illest on the album but theres one line thats been stuck in my mind that i havent been able to interpret at all..

"my pen poison is quick to strike/ cuz skin moistness(?) my kryptonite.."


her skin moistness my kryptonite

Ya_Bane
06-27-2007, 05:34 PM
"I'm a king with no rings but we can box in one"

always loved that opening line

So Bronze, what did you think about the track? Was it to crazy?

the silencer
09-07-2007, 05:10 PM
this threads gotta come back to life...

the silencer
04-08-2008, 09:52 PM
i had a long road trip back n forth from North Carolina over the weekend and i got to just zone out on this album a couple times and i realized i still have a bunch of unanswered lyric questions....


(besides the Great Migration title track, which i'm still hoping for a breakdown of...)


The Pain
"my girl's late and she don't act right either, for that I hit the ?sins of men? up like a heavy lifter"

altho i understand it's spoken within the context of a verse revealing the stresses of life, i don't get the stuff about "she don't act right either" especially when there's such a deep and dedicated love song only a few tracks later......and i have no idea what the second part means..

"Last night glass pipes reflect from my headlights"

maybe i'm reading way too into it....just sounds like "i saw crack pipes last night" but maybe there's much more to it..



More Than Gold
this track is lyrically insane....i always have these lines stuck in my head..but still a few that have me scratchin my head..

"I'm toxic spun off the marksman epiglottis"


i see this as a crazy visual imagery line, the epiglottis is the back of the throat and it's like the rhymes are "toxic" that's being shot out from the marksman's (the emcee's) throat...



"I hit the smoke stacker like my bitch was batter" ?



"Consider to sin or simmer my lines like roaches shimmer"



5th Chamber
"Vagabond with haggler harms, strangle with a herring bone"



Rare Breed
"Holdin on to weight like anaconda snakes, a man who tarnish sakes(?)"

"Ghetto's my toothpick i spit can't inhale scenes"

not sure if these are the correct lyrics on either one but it's what i think it sounds like....


$ (Cash Rule)
"Embers of piff lift leftover grains of cotton, that never blossom"

sounds like it's sayin how those descendants of slaves who still haven't risen up and been able to blossom are just gettin high off that piff...(mad poetic line)




that's pretty much all i've got....


but, like i said, the last song really needs a full breakdown i feel like.....i understand most of it but the shit just sounds so deep i'd like to hear how it all relates together...

Bronze Nazareth
04-09-2008, 03:42 PM
The Pain
"my girl's late and she don't act right either, for that I hit the ?sins of men? up like a heavy lifter"

altho i understand it's spoken within the context of a verse revealing the stresses of life, i don't get the stuff about "she don't act right either" especially when there's such a deep and dedicated love song only a few tracks later......and i have no idea what the second part means..


Thatís like phases of life, ya lady mught not be actin right at the moment,

For that I hit the Sinsemillalike a heavy lifter

Meaning I might smoke heavy cause of the stress, so much my arms go up and down lifting the blunt like weight training.



"Last night glass pipes reflect from my headlights"

maybe i'm reading way too into it....just sounds like "i saw crack pipes last night" but maybe there's much more to it..this is more so some visual shit like Im rolling down and I see all these reflections off my lights, and itís the light reflecting off all of the fiends pipes



More Than Gold
this track is lyrically insane....i always have these lines stuck in my head..but still a few that have me scratchin my head..

"I'm toxic spun off the marksman epiglottis"


i see this as a crazy visual imagery line, the epiglottis is the back of the throat and it's like the rhymes are "toxic" that's being shot out from the marksman's (the emcee's) throat...
exactly
"I hit the smoke stacker like my bitch was batter" ?I hit the smoke stacker (blunt) like my bitch was battered (as if Iím a batterer who beats and repeatedly hits his wife)
"Consider to sin or simmer my lines like roaches shimmer"
Considered a sinner, simmer my lines like roaches shimmer
(sinner part is self expl., but Im saying to cook(think over) my lines like
roaches shimmer, when a roach clip is burning, the glow


5th Chamber
"Vagabond with haggler harms, strangle with a herring bone"
vagabond = drifter, marvin haggler the boxer, saying I got big knockout arms,
herring bone is a necklace cats used to wear, so it was just visual to choke an MC with that shit
Rare Breed
"Holdin on to weight like anaconda snakes, a man who tarnish sakes(?)"tarnish saints


"Ghetto's my toothpick i spit canít inhale scenes"what I see I spit, Candid Hell Scenes



$ (Cash Rule)
"Embers of piff lift leftover grains of cotton, that never blossom"

sounds like it's sayin how those descendants of slaves who still haven't risen up and been able to blossom are just gettin high off that piff...(mad poetic line)close, just saying how we were stuck so bad then that we still feel it an smoke is one form of escapeÖ.


that's pretty much all i've got....
but, like i said, the last song really needs a full breakdown i feel like.....i understand most of it but the shit just sounds so deep i'd like to hear how it all relates together...

great migration is a lot of imagery, strung together to show you what I see

Yo, in the jungle
Streets hard, flee God
doubt God, why God?
moms heard me scream, like i been scorned
the beef so supreme lord
Vatoís, got holes
planned for my house doors
another dose of vicodin
slicin it, juttin in like sudden cuttin winds
and we got severe strokes, sword-tip
pen-pokes, send folks to hell
when the doors close, its hard here
my dear, kiss ya chin, missed again
this is Michigan, aka Babylon seas of sin
its me again, rapping at ya backdoor like a rap-tor (Edgar Allen Poe Poem)
you need me you ac-tors
revelations, came in, deterioratin men and women emcees....
go home and smoke them leaves..
Slice and dice, puree, my forte
is swordplay, chop off ya limbs they
sway off strings and ligaments
this nigga bends kevlar limbs and rock
black Timbs, only wins between pungent
dungeon walls and basements
Relentless, killa bee
sting like flyin jellyfish
A king who walks around, wit a pen, and a severed wrist


Yo, in the streets
Jungles deep, run from man, haunted land
skeletons they hauntin man, you argue fam we flauntin hands
and might just let the pipes bust
in the birth canal, I creep from wells, wit secret spells to teach and tell
my speech'll kill, in steepest hills
Its deeper still, we dwell on scarred blocks
where they scar cops, they don't even come
for evening suns, i'm grievin, and be needin guns
cuz stocks and bonds are far beyond the poverty lines we stand for years
Hooded life, crimson rain, singin in a veil of tears
trail of beers and vodka, i'm on a--different planet
i crack skulls like granite, that was blast outta cannons
From standin on porches, to handin off roach clips
i'm so swift, i broke ribs and came back like Joe Gibbs
Blow kids out boxes, box-cutters and glock clips
the loudest, obnoxious, shots just woke me from my worst nightmare
We thirst for light years, cuz dark days and rain stays
over me like Noahís seen
Can't control the scenes, i'm just an actor
in the scripts of life, my pen poison is quick to strike
her skin moistness my kryptonite, i skipped the hike
and took the elevator, towards Heaven's light....

the silencer
04-09-2008, 07:20 PM
thanks again...


this thread is amazing

DR. NICK RIVIERA
04-10-2008, 02:47 AM
man, he comes every now or then, but damn, he does his shit...

as always huge props.

the silencer
07-26-2008, 01:39 AM
for so long I couldn't really grab this line but I got it now and its fuckin crazy:

from Stolen van Gogh

"in Heaven's elevator I'll vocally murder you,
and pass thru like Ash Wednesday UNNOTICED"


i was always thinkin it was tryin to say how nobody pays attention to Ash Wednesday anymore but that was retarded of me....

Ash Wednesday is that one day where (if you observe it) u are ALWAYS fuckin noticed....everybody walks around with a smudge of black ash on their foreheads...

so the line is like he just blew u away in the elevator and now he's gettin out and walkin around the crowd with ashes (or maybe blood?) all over him like it's Ash Wednesday but nobody is noticin...


just had to point that out..

Soldier of Darkness
07-26-2008, 02:58 PM
oh wowww! the man comes forth!

props to any and all artists down-to-earth enough to clarify their fans' questions themselves

:clap:

fav. line on TGM:

"Certainly fakes get stomped into surgery dates!" (Rare Breed)