Bronze Nazareth is a Hip-Hop producer and MC associated with the Wu-Tang Clan. He is regarded as the new generation torchbearer of the Wu-Tang sound. He has a solo career as an emcee and is also the head of his Detroit based group the Wisemen.
After becoming a Wu Element in 2002 and moving to Detroit, two of Bronze’s beats were chosen by The RZA for his album Birth of a Prince. The album’s title track, on which RZA retired the popular Bobby Digital alter ego, was produced by Bronze as was the sonically brilliant ‘A Day to God is a Thousand Years’. In 2005, Bronze introduced a younger generation to Wu-Tang via the Source’s Independent Album of the Year (2005) Wu Tang Meets The Indie Culture. Garnering critical acclaim for his work on the album Nazareth found himself with a Babygrande Records recording contract. 2006 saw Bronze release his first solo album The Great Migration where he proved his lyrical deft was on par with his production. Again, Nazareth’s album received critical acclaim.
Detroit, Michigan to New York City is a 15 hour one-way bus trip. It took Bronze Nazareth four of such round trips on a Greyhound bus from Detroit to New York to finally meet RZA, the abbot of the Wu-Tang Clan; the man responsible for selling millions of records, selling out arenas, scoring wildly successful movies and, generally, changing the course of popular culture. On the fourth trip, Bronze was able to use his talent to get inside 36 Chambers, ended up doing three tracks for one of Rza’s groups that was recording and then Rza arrived.
As Bronze recalls: “When he walked in I noticed he was nodding his head to the beats. After vibing for awhile in the studio, Rza and crew were about to go to the club, and I was like, ‘yo RZA, let me get just five minutes, that’s all I need!’ He graciously gave me those five minutes. I showed him one song, and it was Wu-Tang from then on.”
Upon hearing the song ‘Blowgun,’ The RZA immediately asked Bronze Nazareth to join his production group, The Wu Elements. As The RZA instantly recognized, Bronze churns out searing, painful production that is practically tangible in its emotiveweight, while his deep poetic lyrics are designed to put a thinking mind to work. Bronze incorporates the rawness of his beloved old-school soul albums, injecting his beats with painful moans and notes that mesmerize.
In the whirlwind years that followed, Bronze’s music fueled the sale of hundreds-of-thousands of units and left its own indelible imprint upon the Wu-Tang legacy. He has since worked with the likes of The Wu-Tang Clan, RZA, Raekwon, GZA/Genius, Masta Killa, Inspectah Deck, Royce da 5'9", Canibus, AZ, Immortal Technique, Copywrite, LA the Darkman, Willie the Kid, Kool G Rap, Buckshot, Sean Price, Ras Kass, Cannibal Ox, Tragedy Khadafi, Del tha Funkee Homosapien, Casual of Hieroglyphics, Roc Marciano, 4th Disciple, Killarmy, Black Market Militia, R.A. the Rugged Man, Timbo King, Planet Asia, and many more of today’s most vibrant and relevant independent acts.
His most recent work, on Raekwon's Shaolin vs. Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Clan's Legendary Weapons, a stellar verse alongside Royce da 5’9" & Sean Price on “Let’s Go” and Willie The Kid’s “The Guilt” further prove that Bronze Nazareth’s star continues to rise.
September 13, 2011, Saw Bronze release his sophomore album, School for the Blindman, which is again being heralded (by fans and critics alike) as a masterpiece. The album is a charted #61 on the Billboard Hip Hop & R&B Top 200 hundred.
Bronze isn’t precious like gold, Bronze is hard. Gold is for the show, Bronze is the foundation. Some folks lament the fact that they never got a break; Bronze Nazareth went and made his break, the saga continues…
Detroit
Bronze Nazareth Lyrics
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Yo, yo, turn my shit up a little bit, man
Yeah, like right there and shit
(Bronze Nazareth)
Yo, my impacts that fracture bones and pierce stones
Reports by Peter Jennings, on your desk when the sun arose
That's deep like a fall from heaven, the call from your reverand
Silent as sounds as thrusts from a shank stab
Move in waves like a puma's shoulder blade
I amaze, I'm amazed, find your ways through the minor haze
Photographic chapters from a pall pit
Write on the walls of my mind, inside my skull pit
Piss cloudy like London skies, I wonder why
I don't drive that jet black four five
(Kevlaar 7)
Who can fuck with me on the table of elements
Hand me a mic and I'll melt MC's irrevelant
Tentaments and projects, throwing up my logo
I rhyme degrees equivalent to breathing an inferno
Slow burn, running dues and mics, my turn
I carry sound barriers, that's none of your concern
I flip moods like nuns with guns, goons and good
The hero disposition, superhero with a hood
(Phillie)
Battle the best of them, ignore the rest of them
Killed about a million MC's, maybe less of 'em
Then my dogs taught me, cover my tracks
When it's war time, with more rhymes, to counter attack
My word play, similar to shit in Iraq
Get blown off the map with no chance to fight back
Man down, chip a tooth biting my style
Had a lock the same before, yo kid, what's up now?
(Bronze Nazareth)
I creep low, pull heat slow out with heat throw
I teach the seeds through you, leak if you need to
Proceed to build, far cathedrals where trees grew
My thoughts are jagged, slice helmets in Hebrew
I watch the hands turn, counter clockwise
So I can look back on the future and learn
I told you lines small as spines, jam knives, rush revolvers
I'm tough smothered in teflon marauders
A world's mother, carry Atlas on my back
Throw a shank through your fuel tank, crash ya plane wax
(Phillie)
Roots up, come through masked and blue truck
Still mashing, any shape, form or fashion
Outlasting, all those, that profile and pose
Like hoes, in the front row, of one of my shows
Phillie oh so, rapper slash hustler, kid
Ain't a man alive touching the kid, get off that
And into some shit, trust me, I'm as ill as it get
Go for your guns, prepare to be crushed, trust none
(Bronze Nazareth)
I'm a man of many hats, black hoodies, no furs
Want a chaffeur that blow herb all on the curb
When the sun shine, I want mine, away from heaven
Spitting lazer beam schemes that'll blind ya vision
My dividens, medallion cartel suited pipes
Don't shoot the dice if you ain't nice, follow the script
Rust Detroit, a warfield of concrete trenches
The bullet holes, ski masks and backdoor entrance
This is it, I wrote it, a poet lauriete
With a semi loaded tech, when I speak, rhymes eject
(Kevlaar 7)
No love, but a slug, for these pussies, try'nna push me
Over the edge, and out of my head, pronounced head
But, we don't die, we expand to foreign lands
Come back with rich for the fam, and break 'em down in grams
For the street team, loyalty, guns and roses
To hand out the casaulties of war, we soldiers
Full of that hydro smoke, it's over
With gats going brat-brrr-rat, where ya killas at?
The song "Detroit" by Bronze Nazareth featuring Kevlaar 7 and Phillie is a hard-hitting track that showcases the talents of the three emcees. The song is a reflection of the gritty reality of life in Detroit, a city plagued by social and economic issues, as well as violence and crime. The lyrics are filled with vivid imagery and metaphors that paint a picture of life in the streets of Detroit.
Bronze Nazareth's verse is a standout, as he delivers lines that are filled with double entendres and wordplay. He talks about the impact of his music, and how it can fracture bones and pierce stones. He also talks about the war in Iraq and how it has affected the lives of people all over the world. Kevlaar 7's verse is just as powerful, as he talks about his skills on the mic and his ability to destroy other emcees. Phillie's verse is full of braggadocio and boasts about his own rhyming abilities and his past triumphs over other MCs.
The song is a powerful commentary on the state of Detroit and the struggles that people face every day. It is a reminder of the resilience of the people of Detroit and their determination to rise above the challenges that they face.
Line by Line Meaning
Yo, my impacts that fracture bones and pierce stones
My music is so powerful that it can physically impact and fracture bones and pierce stones.
Reports by Peter Jennings, on your desk when the sun arose
My rap lyrics are worthy of coverage by major news outlets like Peter Jennings, and they will be the first thing you see on your desk in the morning.
That's deep like a fall from heaven, the call from your reverand
My lyrics are so profound and spiritual that they are comparable to a fall from heaven, and they will evoke a call from your reverend.
Stranded in Baghdad, aggressive as keg blast
I am like a person stranded in a warzone, and my rhymes are as aggressive and explosive as a keg blast.
Silent as sounds as thrusts from a shank stab
My movements are silent like the sound of a shank stabbing through flesh, yet they carry immense impact and force.
Move in waves like a puma's shoulder blade
My flow is smooth and effortless, like the movement of a puma's shoulder blade.
I amaze, I'm amazed, find your ways through the minor haze
I am both amazed and amazing, and my listeners will be able to find their way through minor difficulties and struggles with my music.
Photographic chapters from a pall pit
My lyrics are like chapters in a photo album, capturing moments in time that will last forever like a pall pit.
Write on the walls of my mind, inside my skull pit
My thoughts and ideas are etched permanently into my mind, like writing on the walls of a skull pit.
Piss cloudy like London skies, I wonder why
My mood is dark and gloomy, like the cloudy skies in London. I question why I feel this way.
I don't drive that jet black four five
I don't need an expensive car to feel powerful or respected.
Who can fuck with me on the table of elements
Who can compete with me on the level of pure lyrical skill?
Hand me a mic and I'll melt MC's irrevelant
If you give me a microphone, I will completely destroy and make irrelevant any other MCs attempting to compete with me.
Tentaments and projects, throwing up my logo
I frequently perform in rough neighborhoods and housing projects, where people show their support for me by displaying my logo.
I rhyme degrees equivalent to breathing an inferno
My rhymes are hotter and more intense than breathing in a raging inferno.
Slow burn, running dues and mics, my turn
I have been working hard and grinding for a long time, and now it is finally my turn to shine on the mic.
I carry sound barriers, that's none of your concern
I am so talented and skilled that I can carry sound barriers with ease, and it is not your concern how I do it.
I flip moods like nuns with guns, goons and good
I can switch my mood and style with ease, just like nuns who also carry guns, and this allows me to appeal to a wide variety of listeners and fans.
The hero disposition, superhero with a hood
I embody the qualities of a hero, and can be seen as a superhero who also wears a hood like a classic comic book character.
Battle the best of them, ignore the rest of them
I only focus on competing against the very best, and I ignore anyone who is not worthy of my attention.
Killed about a million MC's, maybe less of 'em
I have defeated and outperformed countless MCs, and there may be very few left who can even attempt to compete with me.
Then my dogs taught me, cover my tracks
My closest friends and associates have taught me to always cover my tracks and stay ahead of anyone who may attempt to challenge or harm me.
When it's war time, with more rhymes, to counter attack
When faced with adversity or conflict, I have a vast arsenal of rhymes and styles to call upon to counter attack.
My word play, similar to shit in Iraq
My use of language and word play is comparable to the chaos and destruction caused by the war in Iraq.
Get blown off the map with no chance to fight back
If you attempt to challenge or compete with me, you will be quickly and completely destroyed with no chance to retaliate.
Man down, chip a tooth biting my style
Anyone who tries to copy or imitate my style will inevitably fail and suffer great harm or embarrassment.
Had a lock the same before, yo kid, what's up now?
Others have tried to replicate my success and style in the past, but they have all failed. What makes you think you can succeed now?
I creep low, pull heat slow out with heat throw
I move silently and with great caution, and can swiftly and effectively use my weapons to strike my enemies when they least expect it.
I teach the seeds through you, leak if you need to
I use my music and rhymes to teach and empower others, and I am always available to help and support those in need.
Proceed to build, far cathedrals where trees grew
I use my skills and talents to build and create great works of art and culture, even in areas where resources and opportunities are scarce.
My thoughts are jagged, slice helmets in Hebrew
My thoughts and ideas are sharp and dangerous, and can even cut through helmets made of tough materials like Hebrew steel.
I watch the hands turn, counter clockwise
I am always aware of the passage of time, and I am constantly working to stay ahead of the competition by moving in the opposite direction of others.
So I can look back on the future and learn
By constantly analyzing and reflecting on my past and present experiences, I can prepare for the future and continue to improve and grow.
Rust Detroit, a warfield of concrete trenches
Detroit is a city that has been left to deteriorate and decay, and it is now a battleground with concrete trenches and other signs of war.
The bullet holes, ski masks and backdoor entrance
Evidence of the ongoing violence and danger in Detroit can be found in the bullet holes, ski masks, and backdoor entrances that are all too common in the city.
This is it, I wrote it, a poet lauriete
I am a true master of poetry and language, and everything I create is worthy of the title of poet laureate.
With a semi loaded tech, when I speak, rhymes eject
I am always prepared to defend myself and my art with a loaded weapon, and my rhymes are always sharp and explosive when I speak.
No love, but a slug, for these pussies, try'nna push me
I have no love or mercy for those who try to push me or challenge me, and I will use violence if necessary to defend myself and my art.
Over the edge, and out of my head, pronounced head
I am willing to go to extreme lengths and take great risks to protect what is mine, and I am completely committed to my craft to the point of obsession.
But, we don't die, we expand to foreign lands
Despite the dangers and risks involved in our lifestyle, we continue to thrive and expand our influence and reach to new and unfamiliar territories.
Come back with rich for the fam, and break 'em down in grams
I always return from my travels with wealth and resources to distribute among my family and close associates, and I am able to turn these resources into small, manageable units for ease of distribution.
For the street team, loyalty, guns and roses
I am fiercely loyal to my street team, and I am always prepared to defend them with violence if necessary, but I am also sensitive and nurturing like a rose.
To hand out the casaulties of war, we soldiers
As soldiers on the front lines of the music industry, we are prepared to accept the casualties and losses that come with constant conflict and competition.
Full of that hydro smoke, it's over
I am high on hydroponic marijuana, and I am completely confident and sure of my abilities and success in the industry.
With gats going brat-brrr-rat, where ya killas at?
With my guns blazing and firing rapidly, I challenge my enemies and ask them to reveal their location and the strength of their own weapons.
Contributed by Camden S. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Dennis Elbom
Wow!!
Ben Petty
RIP 7
Mighty Hebrew
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