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    [I'll prolly never be as big as Slim Shady or Jay-Z
    Even though I write vivid like a home of the Greek] - what Bronze mean when say "home of the Greek"? What it is?

    PS English is not my native language!

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    I think in the home of the ancient greeks, there was alot of vivid stuff...

    men going to bed with different woman, homo-stuff too, ...


    not sure though, you should ask "technician", he's greek
    Shaolin shadowboxin' and the wu-tang swordstyle...
    If what you say is true...
    The shaolin and the wu-tang could be dangerous!
    En garde, I'll let you try my wu-tang style...

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    He says "like Homer the Greek"

    Homer was the writer of "The Iliad" and "The Odyssey" which are classic greek mythology books....

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    Wu Stoneman! Thank you man!
    Now it's Ok!!! =)

    venex! Thank you too! =)

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    Ok...this is lyric what i have.
    There is a lot of mistake i think...

    [Intro: kung fu sample]
    You're here to learn kung fu, remember?
    This is not a rest home...
    Now go on, do some practice!

    [Bronze Nazareth]
    I'll prolly never be as big as Slim Shady or Jay-Z
    Even though I write vivid like a home of the Greek
    And study life like Socrates, without MTV
    You think ya thugs, but for real, I sat offense with robbery
    I'm try'nna walk the desert sands like RZA and Ringz
    Gotta eat and beast, don't pay the bills, unless you got a name
    Like The Neptunes, Jazze Pha or Kanye West
    And if the album ain't five mics, don't front like it is
    I got classic material without a mixtape host
    Love Pac and B.I.G., but I miss Pun the most
    I'm so underground, I play beats on the bowls, with mega errors
    Sitting next to Murs, Immortal Technique and The Beggaz
    Like Vernon Johnson with no voice, you'll never hear my message
    Not on the block, selling cooked rocks to my sisters
    Not in the club all hard with credit cards in your ass
    Driving 86, got mad when Goodie Mob didn't last
    Just wanted more "Soul Food" and an occassional "party"
    Just wanted you to hear what I say, love it or disregard it
    Just wanted Hot 97 to play my shit, like they promised
    They never did, but probably payola was loudest
    I'm like Van Gogh's paintings, you'll never hear my talents
    It's the sound of neglect, that makes me green with malace
    Search Kay found my music, he ain't answer me in a while
    I was hoping The Unknown album got signed by Kevin Liles
    But I never heard back from him, or Artist Direct
    Sat in my room and watched Stagga Lee disrespect rap
    While Khia got her neck and back, licked by the millions
    I tried to tell you about history, mansions and killings
    Like how the Wu-Tang gave the knowledge, but you just wanted to dance
    Shame on family and friends, ain't buy Birth of a Prince
    My debut, starting a war, but what's the fucking purpose?
    You faggots rhyme weak, but everybody's spitting verses
    We used to follow Martin Luther, up in Capitol Hill
    Now you follow every rap artist whose throwback is ill
    Albums weak now, internet didn't fuck up your sales
    12 producers, on 12 songs, your shit can't gel
    It's just a compilation album, full of your wack songs
    And bitches dancin' all in your video with black thongs
    All I wanted was for Steve Rifkind to listen, push play
    And for those whose not listening, to hear what I say
    Fuck, man....

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    Quote Originally Posted by Alc 99% View Post
    Ok...this is lyric what i have.
    There is a lot of mistake i think...

    [Intro: kung fu sample]
    You're here to learn kung fu, remember?
    This is not a rest home...
    Now go on, do some practice!

    [Bronze Nazareth]
    I'll prolly never be as big as Slim Shady or Jay-Z
    Even though I write vivid like I'm Homer the Greek
    And study life like Socrates, without MTV
    You think ya thugs, but for real, I sat with feds for robbery
    I'm try'nna walk the desert sands like RZA and Ringz
    Gotta eat and beats don't pay the bills, unless you got a name
    Like The Neptunes, Jazze Pha or Kanye West
    And if ya album ain't five mics, don't front like it is
    I got classic material without a mixtape host
    Love Pac and B.I.G., but I miss Pun the most
    I'm so underground, I play beats on the bones of Medgar Evers
    Sitting next to Murs, Immortal Technique and The Beggaz
    Like Vernon Johnson with no voice, you'll never hear my message
    Not on the block, selling cooked rocks to my sisters
    Not in the club all hard with credit cards in your ass
    Driving 86, got mad when Goodie Mob didn't last
    Just wanted more "Soul Food" and an occassional "party"
    Just wanted you to hear what I say, love it or disregard it
    Just wanted Hot 97 to play my shit, like they promised
    They never did, but probably payola was honest
    I'm like Van Gogh's paintings, you'll never hear my talents
    It's the sound of neglect, that makes me green with malace
    Search can't find my music, he ain't answer me in a while
    I was hoping The Unknown album got signed by Kevin Liles
    But I never heard back from him, or Artist Direct
    Sat in my room and watched Stagga Lee disrespect rap
    While Khia got her neck and back, licked by the millions
    I tried to tell you about history, mansions and killings
    Like how Wu-Tang gave the knowledge, but you just wanted to dance
    Shit, my own family and friends, ain't buy Birth of a Prince
    My debut, started to wonder what's the fucking purpose?
    You faggots rhyme weak, but everybody's spitting verses
    We used to follow Martin Luther, up in Capitol Hill
    Now you follow every rap artist whose throwback is ill
    Albums weak now, internet didn't fuck up your sales
    12 producers, on 12 songs, your shit can't gel
    It's just a compilation album, full of your wack songs
    And bitches dancin' all in your video with black thongs
    All I wanted was for Steve Rifkind to listen, push play
    And for those whose not listening, to hear what I say
    Fuck, man....
    .
    Still Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuk Wit

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    now that you guys say it's "homer the greek", makes the sentence speak for itself...


    I have the CD, but haven't listened to it alot...
    Shaolin shadowboxin' and the wu-tang swordstyle...
    If what you say is true...
    The shaolin and the wu-tang could be dangerous!
    En garde, I'll let you try my wu-tang style...

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    BlooHook! Hmm...your version i like more...

    [You think ya thugs, but for real, I sat with feds for robbery] - what Bronze mean? He is a real thug or a thief or something?

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    Somebodyy...

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    yeah, he's saying alot of people are "acting" like they are a thug, but they haven't done shit...

    he's says, he's been arrested for robbery (or suspect)
    Shaolin shadowboxin' and the wu-tang swordstyle...
    If what you say is true...
    The shaolin and the wu-tang could be dangerous!
    En garde, I'll let you try my wu-tang style...

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    in the song The Pain he talks about a robbery that happened back in 2000....feds rushed his crib and he was facin "14 years in jail-housin"..

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    Thanks!
    It's great help!

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    [Intro: Soul Sample]
    I Feel so good...
    And I feel heartbroken...
    What am I living for
    My Baby
    Whoooooooo

    [Bronze]
    Yo one shot, that's all it is.
    Just a taste of where I come from (That's right my nigga!)
    Yo, yo

    One shot in the air for those that's not scared
    To raise they own, in basements stay blown
    So much stress, I'ma just up and get a vest
    Aim best, hit ya chest like a metorite
    Till the media strike and reporters go home
    I don't know, maybe it's just me
    Maybe I'm no good, go back home throwin' the hood
    And get it like they get it, but see we got a problem
    Mom's got no conscience and I ain't got no problems
    Layin' niggas down like carpet
    Bitches come around like my .38 revolvin'
    Acting like they are and my queen don't know me
    Pressure stay deep like an ocean reef
    Had to hold some beef, over beats for some ivory
    Apartment luxuries, run with me
    Through streets of terror, concrete barriers
    That's how I feel
    That's how I sleep under the moon, shit is real
    Pressure bust pipes
    Docs talkin bout, blood pressures up high
    The next thing I know, the feds at the door
    For a robbery that happend back in 2000
    Look at 14 years in jail-housin
    And I ain't heard shit since, but damn a nigga tense
    Everytime I pick up the phone I think it clicks
    Paraniod skits, how the fuck am I sane, how is life like this
    But I passed that stage like a masqurade and I'm still here
    Pour beer on an average day
    Now we smoke weed and we never got a strategy
    Snakes don't rattle me, I'll put you out my misery
    Exquisitly, I hit the trees for my ancestors
    Life is a gunfight, test a man's essence
    July black, where June at
    My right hand man must've slipped through the cracks
    I miss you dawg, but for real you wrong
    I guess every man feel like he gotta move on
    It's hard as hell, I need a mil in the bank
    for that, I need my will and a shank, plus a shell in the tank
    My girl's late and she don't act right neither
    For that, I hit ?the streets and peddle? like a heavy lifter
    From my door to yours is long distance
    Modern day peasants, life is restless
    And they don't understand till I got a gun in hand
    On some, "Yo, nigga run it like Cunningham!"
    Chips on my shoulder turn to broken bones
    Slip by a soldier, turn to broken homes
    Buy weight and open tombs for last rites
    Last night's glass pipes reflect from my headlights
    In a zoo of dead life
    For bread even the birds fight, feel like I'm livin' third strike
    Then I realized I was a man when
    The headline read, "19 Year Old Man Dead"
    Rest for Shawn, peace to my first born
    Heart torn, bleed purple warzone
    It's rainin' cash and we not gettin' poured on
    Still Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuk Wit

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    He says Homer the greek and a bunch of more shit is fucked up in the lyrics on sites for that song

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    [I'm like Van Gogh's paintings, you'll never hear my talents
    It's the sound of neglect, that makes me green with malace] - "green with malace" what is it mean? "Malace" - what it is?

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