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…
Poem Burial Ground
Bronze Nazareth Lyrics
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This is sacred land, my father's land
(Yo, yo, yeah, yeah, yo.. yeah, yeah
Yo, yeah-yeah-yeah.. yo)
(Bronze Nazareth)
Yo my ravenous thoughts, savages taught
Massively brought axes and hatchets is soft
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
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
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"
it hits like 3 pipes
I'm still ill as seasick slaves, dig emcees deepest graves
Wigs meet this amnesia shave, I bleed on page
then sleep wit rage
NIGGA READ EACH PAGE!!!
(Interlude: movie sample)
It rests on thirteen acres of Earth
Over the very center of Hell
He here is the first to offer, to the daring
To look into the final madning space
Between life, and death
With sights and sounds far beyond anything you tested
Avoid fainting...
(Bronze Nazareth)
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
travel when power line sparks
sour dimes devour my heart
Archery shower of darts
Cowards with flowers depart
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
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 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
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....
(Outro: movie sample)
What happened was true
The most brutal series of crimes in America
This is just as real, just as close
Just as terrifying as being there
Even if one of them survives, what will be left?
After you stop screaming, you'll start talking about it
In Bronze Nazareth's song Poem Burial Ground, the artist uses vivid imagery and metaphorical language to describe the brutality of his life and his art, comparing himself to a wolf, a farmer, a butcher, and a mourner. He describes the violence and despair of his surroundings, from the shackles and cuffs of slavery to the carnage and targets of modern urban life. The lyrics are accompanied by eerie samples from horror films, emphasizing the dark themes of the song.
The artist also touches on the power of his words, his pen strokes that hobble his opponents, and his mental wealth that contrasts with the material poverty around him. He urges his listeners to read each page of his lyrics and understand the depth and complexity of his art. The song ends with a chilling reminder of the real-life horrors that inspired it, inviting the listener to contemplate the meaning and impact of violence and crime.
Line by Line Meaning
Yo my ravenous thoughts, savages taught
My insatiable desires were instilled by those who were trained to be wild and uncontrolled.
Massively brought axes and hatchets is soft
The introduction of brutal violence was initially not effective.
Records match dastardly cults
These lyrics resemble the writings of despicable organizations.
Graphics in vaults, flashes of magic is brought
The artistry of these lyrics are being kept in secret while amazing the audience.
You lack sight mothafucka your swords and masters are dull
You are ignorant and your leaders and methods are ineffective.
We grapple and duck
We move in strategic ways to avoid confrontation.
You back in shackles and cuffs
You are bound by laws and rules created by those in power.
Mathematical snuffs
Sophisticated rhyming patterns that cleverly dismantle the competition.
Madness is lust i had to construct
My insanity has become an addiction that I have brought upon myself.
ashes of thought, flashin whats tucked
My memories and desires are visible by others that I have kept hidden.
passion as grimey as muck
My enthusiasm is as filthy as dirt.
A butcher has struck, hackin the surface of skulls
A violent attack is made on a person's mind and soul.
Lackin a purposeful, rational reason for swingin in halls
Meaningless action is taken within a particular context.
My Grammy is hand-writin on walls
My words and deeds have been recognized and celebrated in various ways.
I send lightning thru halls
My messages are spreading quickly with force.
that strike like wolverine claws
My strikes are quick and precise like the claws of an animal.
Raps are bullets that soar thru cartilage in ya jaw
My lyrics pierce through the listener's flesh and reaches their core.
filaments ligaments tore, thats how a pillage is born
The large scale destruction is the result of small and often unnoticed damages.
I'm spillin ya soul, like wolves licking blades in the cold
I am being honest and direct with my message in a way that can be emotionally uncomfortable.
My halo is old, got it from grand-dad when he died
My legacy and history is what is driving me forward.
Beagle sad eagle eyes stay dark as broken street lights
My brooding appearance and perspective is like a broken object in a dimly-lit world.
Deep as ocean sea life
My emotions and mind are as vast and mysterious as the ocean.
Need me like gamblers need dice
My presence is required in order to achieve the desired outcome.
Shambles and hoods wit steep blight
The conditions of my surroundings are harsh and in a state of decay.
Thats why i couldn't see right,
That is why my perspective and outlook are flawed.
Once said 'this couldn't be life'
I used to believe that this way of living was unjust and unbearable.
it hits like 3 pipes
The emotional impact is as powerful as three consecutive blows to the head.
I'm still ill as seasick slaves, dig emcees deepest graves
I am still sick and twisted like enslaved sailors while I dig deeper to destroy competition.
Wigs meet this amnesia shave, I bleed on page
The shock is so strong that it causes memory loss, but I continue to bleed my emotions onto the page.
then sleep wit rage
I rest with a burning anger inside of me.
Yo my sinister stings glimmer like ministers rings
My poisonous words shine like the jewelry of religious leaders.
echo like singers who sing in hills and valleys of kings
My words are being repeated by people from all levels of society.
Alleys and gallery art
The beauty and craft of my words is found even in the most unlikely places.
Mallory Gatlin cold heart
My toughness is comparable to that of someone who survived harsh weather.
travel when power line sparks
My influence is spreading through the same channels as electricity.
sour dimes devour my heart
The stress and negative energy is consuming me.
Archery shower of darts
My ability to dominate others is like an expert archer.
Cowards with flowers depart
The meek and cowardly will flee in the presence of greatness.
Calculus algebra hard
My verses are complex and require an intelligent mind to comprehend.
Falcon beak arrowhead sharp
The stinging sensation of my words is like a sharp arrowhead from a bird of prey.
Marriage of marrow and bark
The strength and power of my words are a result of the fusion between physical and emotional pain.
Stare at a mirror and crack it
The impact of my words is so strong that it could even shatter reflective surfaces.
Carnage wit targets and ratchets
The destruction I bring is precise and calculated.
Suspense from dense winter habits
The anticipation of my next move is like a harsh and unnerving winter season.
like keepin arms in our jackets
We are always ready and prepared for any danger or conflict.
I farm this verse like a harvest
I cultivate my verses with care and precision.
or crops in old Mayan forests
My craft and techniques are as ancient and mysterious as the Mayan civilization.
dying of thirst and a famine
My hunger and thirst to succeed is like living in a state of drought and scarcity.
Drivin' a hearse thru ya basement
The death and destruction I bring is as bold and intimidating as a hearse being driven through a home's foundation.
my cadence is camen fiendin' ta bite when they say 'Amen'
The way my music sounds is like a serpent waiting to attack when people let their guard down.
peeling cotton and slavin', thats how the blade spin like bottles
I am accomplishing great things at the expense of others, like the way slaves were used to harvest cotton.
my kiss of death might've got u
The impact of my words may have inflicted harm.
stockin my shelters wit gospel
I am preparing for the future by storing inspiration and positivity.
hot like lava on the bodies of models
My energy and passion is uncontainable, like molten lava.
Ra Amen apostle, hospital cut-throat
I am as powerful and revered as an ancient Egyptian god, but with the ability to bring great harm.
'MY GOD WHO SENT YOU!?' asked the emcee for my neuss rope
The other rapper asks who gave me the ability to rhyme so well while feeling like they are being strangled.
I'm bogglin' kin folk
My ability to surprise even my closest allies with my skills is shocking.
Modelin' hobblin' pen strokes
My writing is constantly evolving, but always very deliberate.
I'm wealthy in mental
My success is defined by my intellect and creativity.
you poor with chains and a limo
Even though you may have material wealth, your limited mindset and lifestyle make you poor in comparison.
Language is terminal
My words and crafting will live on even after I am gone.
Since urban servings is burning you
The world and culture around us can be overwhelming and destructive.
Lyrics seep-through, brain angles from deep roots
My lyrics have the ability to penetrate someone's soul and shape their thoughts.
Chemical alchemy too
The genius of my music is a result of a formula that is never the same.
Throw u from balcony stoops
My power is so immense that I could push someone off of a balcony.
Isn't he too...SICK like that chronic fatigue?
People are recognizing how dangerous and impactful my craft is.
Deeper than subsonic leaves
Even the quietest and most subtle of my messages carry great weight and importance.
pull on trees thats root-free....
My power and influence is strong enough to uproot even the largest and most stable objects.
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David Lopes
Clássic álbum.
Tabitha habitat
bronze: so you know, you my favorite! I fucking love that you are from Michigan. There is not one song on any one of your albums that I do not like. keep doing what you do...
Matthew Bell
sick beat
Corey Hendricks
Super Dope Track
Eli Brunson
🔥 🔥 🔥
Director KB
My number one
Fabio
pump it this song...that'so many, f...k really..so good