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…
More Than Gold
Bronze Nazareth Lyrics
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(Bronze Nazareth)
I'm a king with no wings, but we can box in one
I'm toxic, spun off the marksmen epiclotist
Ex-robbers, vile toting, swinging totem pole
Cobra ax flow, niggas spinning jacks slow
Government remote control, my brain power
Even I'm wrong, I'm still right, get large
Seven Wise, hitman, hit squad, dip bars
In golden jars, I speak a sunshine flow
Throw a drumline slow, like gumbo
Aiyo, my music testifies, and if it's not 5 mics
It's atleast ten gongs
Throw a rope up to God, maybe you'll climb this high
In the tree house, I'm tree'd out, speak about
Something, to think about a bleed out
Flee to my house, hold a tree to my mouth, inhale it's
Brain tsunami, hope your chain and all your property
Is enough to keep you, on top of the water
Shallow niggas sink deep, and there's sharks in the water
Who run the soundboards, from here to abroad
While ya'll niggas sleep as if the Lord had called, uh
*Man speaking Japanese again*
(Interlude: Timbo King)
Yeah... yeah, that's who it is
Yo, Bronze, you gon' get a gold medal on this one
Yo, Kruger, I got my thinking cap on, listen..
(Timbo King)
Look, I will murk you holmes
I'm Muhammad Ali, I will hurt you Holmes
You ain't nice as hell, you a Comic View rapper
You should write for Chappelle (GZA: "Konichiwa bitches!")
Let's spit the pie fucking three ways
Now we got enough gwop up to pay DJ's
Punch rappers, blood in they mouth, sell it on eBay
Niggas got G5's now up in the PJ's
Wanna pull wool over eyes, go get a sheep
And the G's shall inherit the streets over police
Cop jars of that white widow, write it on a memo
Internet thugs, they get thrown outta they windows
Fight club, I grab mics with Nike gloves
Inside night pubs, we smash light bulbs
I break niggas up like glass dishes, I'm past vicious
Before I bury ya ass, any last wishes?
Dry ice, I'm rockin' ya man into fried rice
Fucking with Bo, you could die twice
The game is fixed, they pulled the same tricks on Zab
Hop outta cabs, right in front of Sacks, Fifth Ave.
Fuck Bloomberg, new law, marrying fags
You should get a job in Pathmark, carrying bags
Spit hotter than a day in Nevada, with a mink on
Father, slash corporate, without the pink on
Ya'll dudes got a "problem"
And I ain't talking 'bout Mathematics and his album
I'm famous, amongst the streets in all projects
The Black Rick Rubin when I'm putting out a project
See me on Canal, plus cursing in my sentence
Smiling, medicaid paid for the dentist
A dollar goes a long way from spending pennies
Might wind up broke surrounded by them gimme's
Loose ball, you can chirp, you can Boost call
Shots rain out, from the top of the roof, ya'll
Smoke screen, I smoke green, light a Dutch up...
What's that, diesel, son?
I'm cold blooded, Rick James, up in my veins
Hurricane, hurri' wind done flooded
Besides the shows, online sales and features
I've done made more money this year than teachers
(Bronze Nazareth)
I hit the smoke, stack it like my bitch's batter
Might shatter like pipe dreams, splatter ya gray matter
When things get rough, pull something from my sleeve
Longer than Joker gun, keep hope alively
With a smoking gun, I discipate a Crimson gate
Escape and scrape the fishscale straight, move the plate
High maneuvers, blue street pie for dinner
Consider a sinner, simmer my lines like roaches shimmer
Leftover bread winner, a lively dead winter
Since my placenta had adventure grammar
My wild life is trife like arachnid's trapped in amber
No one can shit on these schemes with pitiful means
Put you on the hospital beams, and audible screens
My possible scam, a sonogram of modern man
Harbor, G. Carver plans, why do we sit in stance?
The lyrics of More Than Gold by Bronze Nazareth, featuring Timbo King, are complex and use metaphors to describe their experiences feeling like kings in a harsh world. Bronze Nazareth describes himself as a king with no wings, meaning he is not free to go wherever he wants, but he can still fight and hold his own against anyone. He also boasts about his ability to control his own mind and resist being controlled by others, comparing it to a government remote control. When he speaks about rain shower, he connects this to the fact that he and the gods are the same, and even when he is wrong he is still above others. Timbo King, on the other hand, boasts about his legendary status as a fighter and a rapper. He believes that he is better than most rappers who only perform on Comedy Central's Comic View, and he encourages Bronze to think about how they could sell their music and make money. Timbo King also references his ability to fight, saying that he can punch someone so hard that their blood will be worth selling on eBay.
In the interlude, Timbo King tells Bronze Nazareth that he will receive a gold medal for the song, indicating that the song has significant cultural value. Bronze Nazareth and Timbo King discuss their experiences living in a world that is harsh and violent, where people are constantly fighting to stay alive. The lyrics showcase the rappers' skills in metaphor and wordplay, and the beat of the song is hard and aggressive, indicating the seriousness of their message.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm a king with no wings, but we can box in one
I may not have the typical characteristics of a king, but we can conquer any challenge together.
I'm toxic, spun off the marksmen epiclotist
I have a powerful and dangerous influence, separating myself from ordinary artists.
Ex-robbers, vile toting, swinging totem pole
Former criminals, carrying weapons, dominating the scene with utmost authority.
Cobra ax flow, niggas spinning jacks slow
My rap style is sharp and deadly, leaving my competitors struggling to keep up.
Government remote control, my brain power
I have control and influence over society, thanks to my intellectual capabilities.
Rain shower, man and gods, what's the odds
A downpour of blessings and divine inspiration, defying all odds.
Even I'm wrong, I'm still right, get large
Even when I make mistakes, I always come out on top and achieve greatness.
Seven Wise, hitman, hit squad, dip bars
Part of a skilled group of individuals who execute their rap skills flawlessly.
In golden jars, I speak a sunshine flow
My words are precious and valuable, radiating positivity and enlightenment.
Throw a drumline slow, like gumbo
I deliver my beats gradually, like a slow-cooked and flavorful gumbo dish.
Aiyo, my music testifies, and if it's not 5 mics
My music speaks for itself, and even if it doesn't receive the highest rating, it still has immense value.
It's atleast ten gongs
My music is deserving of multiple accolades, beyond any doubt.
Throw a rope up to God, maybe you'll climb this high
If you strive for greatness and connect with a higher power, you might be able to reach my level of success.
In the tree house, I'm tree'd out, speak about
In my personal space, I'm completely focused and ready to discuss important matters.
Something, to think about a bleed out
I bring up thought-provoking issues and topics that require deep contemplation.
Flee to my house, hold a tree to my mouth, inhale it's
Seek refuge at my place, take a puff of natural plant matter and breathe in its calming effect.
Brain tsunami, hope your chain and all your property
A surge of intellectual power that overwhelms, leaving you hoping that your material possessions are enough to withstand it.
Is enough to keep you, on top of the water
Your material wealth should be sufficient to keep you afloat and prevent you from drowning in life's challenges.
Shallow niggas sink deep, and there's sharks in the water
Superficial individuals quickly succumb to deeper problems, while dangerous individuals lurk in the shadows.
Who run the soundboards, from here to abroad
Experts in music production and sound engineering, working their magic both locally and internationally.
While ya'll niggas sleep as if the Lord had called
While others waste time sleeping, it's as if they have received a divine call to be unproductive.
Yeah... yeah, that's who it is
Yes, that's exactly who I am.
Yo, Bronze, you gon' get a gold medal on this one
Bronze, you're going to achieve outstanding success with this song.
Yo, Kruger, I got my thinking cap on, listen..
Kruger, I have my mind fully engaged and prepared to deliver something meaningful.
Look, I will murk you holmes
Listen, I will defeat and outshine you, my friend.
I'm Muhammad Ali, I will hurt you Holmes
I possess the skill and power of the legendary boxer, Muhammad Ali, and I will cause you pain, my friend.
You ain't nice as hell, you a Comic View rapper
You lack the talent and appeal, like those rappers who perform on the television show 'Comic View.'
You should write for Chappelle (GZA: "Konichiwa bitches!")
Rather than pursuing a rap career, you should focus on writing material for comedians like Dave Chappelle. (GZA interrupts the line with a greeting in Japanese: "Hello bitches!")
Let's spit the pie fucking three ways
Let's split the profit equally among three people.
Now we got enough gwop up to pay DJ's
We have accumulated a sufficient amount of money to compensate DJs.
Punch rappers, blood in they mouth, sell it on eBay
I defeat other rappers so soundly that they are left bloodied, and the evidence becomes a highly sought-after item for sale on eBay.
Niggas got G5's now up in the PJ's
People have upgraded to private jets even in the projects.
Wanna pull wool over eyes, go get a sheep
If you attempt to deceive me, you should try tricking someone who is easily fooled.
And the G's shall inherit the streets over police
The genuine individuals will gain control and dominance in the streets, surpassing the authority of the police.
Cop jars of that white widow, write it on a memo
Procure large amounts of a potent strain of marijuana, and document it on a memo.
Internet thugs, they get thrown outta they windows
Those who act tough online often find themselves humiliated and defeated in real life.
Fight club, I grab mics with Nike gloves
When it comes to battling in the rap arena, I approach it with the precision and protection of wearing Nike gloves.
Inside night pubs, we smash light bulbs
In dimly lit bars, we create chaos and disrupt the peaceful atmosphere.
I break niggas up like glass dishes, I'm past vicious
I destroy my opponents like fragile glass dishes, showcasing my relentless and merciless nature.
Before I bury ya ass, any last wishes?
Just before I defeat and eliminate you, do you have any final desires or requests?
Dry ice, I'm rockin' ya man into fried rice
I freeze and stun your companion, transforming them into mere ingredients in a dish of fried rice.
Fucking with Bo, you could die twice
Engaging in conflict with me can lead to a fate worse than death.
The game is fixed, they pulled the same tricks on Zab
The industry and its rules are rigged, subjecting an artist like Zab (possibly a reference to Zab Judah) to the same manipulative tactics.
Hop outta cabs, right in front of Sacks, Fifth Ave.
I arrive in style, stepping out of expensive taxis directly in front of the luxury store, Sacks Fifth Avenue.
Fuck Bloomberg, new law, marrying fags
Disregard Michael Bloomberg (former NYC mayor), as there is a new law legalizing same-sex marriage.
You should get a job in Pathmark, carrying bags
You're only fit for menial work at the Pathmark grocery store, specifically as a bag carrier.
Spit hotter than a day in Nevada, with a mink on
My lyrics are fiery and scorching, like a day in Nevada, even when I'm dressed luxuriously in a fur coat.
Father, slash corporate, without the pink on
I embody the role of a leader and businessman without conforming to stereotypical symbols or expectations.
Ya'll dudes got a "problem"
You guys pose a challenge or issue that needs to be addressed.
And I ain't talking 'bout Mathematics and his album
I'm not referring to the rapper Mathematics or his album; this is something completely unrelated.
I'm famous, amongst the streets in all projects
I am well-known and respected in urban neighborhoods and housing projects.
The Black Rick Rubin when I'm putting out a project
When I release new music, I am comparable to the influential music producer Rick Rubin but with my own unique identity as a Black artist.
See me on Canal, plus cursing in my sentence
You'll find me on Canal Street, speaking with curses peppered throughout my sentences.
Smiling, medicaid paid for the dentist
I smile confidently because my dental expenses are covered by Medicaid.
A dollar goes a long way from spending pennies
When used wisely, even a small amount of money can have a significant impact and go a long way.
Might wind up broke surrounded by them gimme's
If you constantly give in to the demands of others, you might end up financially ruined.
Loose ball, you can chirp, you can Boost call
You are free to make noise and talk, but it won't have any effect or influence.
Shots rain out, from the top of the roof, ya'll
Gunshots are fired from a high vantage point, raining down upon all of you.
Smoke screen, I smoke green, light a Dutch up...
I create distractions and confusion, while simultaneously enjoying marijuana and lighting up a Dutch cigar.
What's that, diesel, son?
Do you know what that is? It's powerful marijuana, my friend.
I'm cold-blooded, Rick James, up in my veins
My demeanor is unforgiving and ruthless, similar to the late musician Rick James.
Hurricane, hurri' wind done flooded
I bring chaos and destruction with the force of a hurricane and the resulting flooded areas.
Besides the shows, online sales and features
Apart from live performances, I generate revenue through online music sales and collaborations with other artists.
I've done made more money this year than teachers
In this year alone, I have earned a greater income than most teachers.
I hit the smoke, stack it like my bitch's batter
I consume marijuana and accumulate wealth, just like how I pile up money like the batter my partner makes.
Might shatter like pipe dreams, splatter ya gray matter
My success and wealth could disappear as quickly as unrealistic aspirations, causing destruction and chaos within your mind.
When things get rough, pull something from my sleeve
In challenging situations, I always have a trick up my sleeve to turn the odds in my favor.
Longer than Joker gun, keep hope alively
I possess a weapon that provides hope, which lasts longer than the firearm wielded by the fictional character Joker.
With a smoking gun, I discipate a Crimson gate
I bring forth destruction and chaos, penetrating and dismantling even the most formidable barriers.
Escape and scrape the fishscale straight, move the plate
I manage to evade trouble while maintaining my drug empire, ensuring a constant supply of high-quality cocaine.
High maneuvers, blue street pie for dinner
I execute sophisticated and calculated moves, enjoying my wealth and indulging in expensive delicacies.
Consider a sinner, simmer my lines like roaches shimmer
I am viewed as morally flawed, but my raps have a captivating quality, likened to the way cockroaches appear to shine.
Leftover breadwinner, a lively dead winter
I'm a provider who manages to support my family even in difficult times, creating a vibrant life during the cold and lifeless winter season.
Since my placenta had adventure grammar
From birth, I possessed an inherent ability to find excitement in using clever and skillful language.
My wild life is trife like arachnid's trapped in amber
My unpredictable and reckless lifestyle resembles the struggles of an arachnid forever trapped in amber.
No one can shit on these schemes with pitiful means
No one can belittle or undermine the complexity of my lyrical compositions with their feeble attempts.
Put you on the hospital beams, and audible screens
I will put you in the spotlight of a hospital, causing you distress and becoming the subject of news coverage.
My possible scam, a sonogram of modern man
My potential deceit is comparable to an ultrasound image, revealing the true nature of contemporary humanity.
Harbor, G. Carver plans, why do we sit in stance?
I harbor plans for progress and improvement, questioning why we remain complacent and inactive.
Contributed by Michael Y. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@jeromel23
[Intro]
* man speaking in Japanese *
[Verse 1: Bronze Nazareth]
I'm a king with no rings, but we can box in one
I'm toxic, spun off the marksmen epiglottis
Ex-robbers, vile toting, swinging totem pole
Cobra ax flow, niggas spinning jacks slow
Government remote control, my brain power
Rain shower, man and gods, what's the odds
Even if I'm wrong, I'm still right, get large
Seven Wise, hitman, hit squad, dip bars
In golden jars, I speak a sunshine flow
Stir a drumline slow, like gumbo
A-yo, my music testifies, and if it's not 5 mics
It's at least ten dimes
Throw a rope up to God, maybe you'll climb this high
In the tree house, I'm tree'd out, speak about
Something, to think about a bleed out
Flee to my house, hold a tree to my mouth, inhale it's
Brain tsunami, hope your chain and all your property
Is enough to keep you, on top of the water
Shallow niggas sink deep, and there's sharks in the water
Who run the soundboards, from here to abroad
While y'all niggas sleep as if the Lord had called, uh
@jeromel23
[Break]
* man speaking in Japanese *
[Interlude: Timbo King]
Yeah... yeah, that's who it is
Yo, Bronze, you gon' get a gold medal on this one
Yo, Kruger, I got my thinking cap on, listen..
[Verse 2: Timbo King (GZA)]
Look, I will murk you holmes
I'm Muhammad Ali, I will hurt you Holmes
You ain't nice as hell, you a Comic View rapper
You should write for Chappelle (Konichiwa bitches!)
Let's spit the pie fucking three ways
Now we got enough gwop up to pay DJs
Punch rappers, blood in they mouth, sell it on eBay
Niggas got G5's now up in the PJ's
Wanna pull wool over eyes, go get a sheep
And the G's shall inherit the streets over police
Cop jars of that white widow, write it on a memo
Internet thugs, they get thrown outta they windows
Fight club, I grab mics with Nike gloves
Inside night pubs, we smash light bulbs
I break niggas up like glass dishes, I'm past vicious
Before I bury ya ass, any last wishes?
Dry ice, I'm rockin' ya man into fried rice
Fucking with Bo, you could die twice
The game is fixed, they pulled the same tricks on Zab
Hop outta cabs, right in front of Sacks, Fifth Ave
Fuck Bloomberg, new law, marrying fags
You should get a job in Pathmark, carrying bags
Spit hotter than a day in Nevada, with a mink on
Father, slash corporate, without the pink on
Y'all dudes got a problem
And I ain't talking 'bout Mathematics and his album
I'm famous, amongst the streets in all projects
The Black Rick Rubin when I'm putting out a project
See me on Canal, plus cursing in my sentence
Smiling, medicaid paid for the dentist
A dollar goes a long way from spending pennies
Might wind up broke surrounded by them gimme's
Loose ball, you can chirp, you can Boost call
Shots rain out, from the top of the roof, y'all
Smoke screen, I smoke green, light a Dutch up...
What's that, diesel, son?
I'm cold blooded, Rick James, up in my veins
Hurricane, hurri' wind done flooded
Besides the shows, online sales and features
I've done made more money this year than teachers
[Verse 3: Bronze Nazareth]
I hit the smoke stacker like my bitch is battered
Might shatter like pipe dreams, splatter ya gray matter
When things get rough, pull something from my sleeve
Longer than Joker gun, keep hope alively
With a smoking gun, I discipate a Crimson gate
Escape and scrape the fishscale straight, move the plate
High maneuvers, blue street pie for dinner
Considered a sinner, simmer my lines like roaches shimmer
Leftover bread winner, a lively dead winter
Since my placenta had adventure grammar
My wild life is trife like arachnids trapped in amber
No one can shit on these schemes with pitiful means
Put you under hospital beams, inaudible screams
My possible scam, a sonogram of modern man
Harbor, G. Carver plans, why do we sit in stance?
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The Great Migration (2006)
Bronze Nazareth
2.
The Pain
3.
More Than Gold
4.
Killa Beez Attack (Skit)
5.
The Bronzeman
6.
One Plan
7.
Instrumental: Interlude
8.
Stolen Van Gogh
9.
5th Chamber
10.
Stupid F@#king White Man (Skit)
11.
Good Morning (A Nice Hell)
12.
Rare Breed
13.
Hear What I Say!
14.
Black Royalty
15.
Detroit
16.
$ (AKA Cash Rule)
17.
Poem Burial Ground
18.
The Great Migration
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Credits
Featuring
Timbo King
Produced By
Bronze Nazareth
Written By
Bronze Nazareth & Timbo King
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iDin
8 years ago
These are the Lyrics for the japanese parts. They are good, I’ve done them myself ;)
Kangaekata no chigai
Bronze Nazareth
Saikou no Tsudoi wo
Ima
1.(Translation)
Think differently
Bronze Nazareth
The greatest are gathering
now
Saikou no Maiguretion wo
Ima, minna he okiki ni shiteiru
Sou, tsugi ha
Royal Fam Daihyou
Timbo King
Kangaekata no chigai wo
2.(Translation)
The great migration
Is what you’re listin' to right now
So, the next is
The leader of the Royal Fam
Timbo King
Think Differently
Cheers,
Aydin
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