The Great Migration

[maestro wooz]

bronze is a madman with the lyrics we know and while we got the chance im gonna make this thread

[maestro wooz]

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]

Dope

[Osi]

Killa Sin had the sickest verse on TGM.

[maestro wooz]

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]

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 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]

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]

damn, Bronze, thanks for droppin' by...can't wait for your next album

[maestro wooz]

wow good looks bronze, much appreciated. Im gonna drop some more questions.

[J.T.S.]

Can anybody give me some info on Bronze albums to cop, i wanna buy his records after reading these lines shit!!

[Bronze Nazareth]

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]

Originally Posted by J.T.S.

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]

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]

Originally Posted by Bronze Nazareth

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]

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.