The Bronzeman
Bronze Nazareth Lyrics

Yo, yo, fuck a diamond, I used to only hit a pitch off one
Materialistic possessions like diamonds do not hold value to me. I used to only have one option, and I took it.

On home plates, we ball of the base, hit it and run
In baseball, we run after hitting the ball to score. This is a metaphor for my life, where I take action and move on quickly.

Body heavy metal, bet I only travel on frowning horses
My body is strong like heavy metal, and I only ride horses that look angry and have frowns on their faces.

Inhale the forest, fled the house of a thousand corpses
I took in the smells of the forest and left a place that was filled with death and despair.

Housing my name in your mouth, will get you John Booth'ed
If you speak ill of me, you will suffer the same fate as John Wilkes Booth, who was known for assassinating President Abraham Lincoln.

I let myself out of my jail, cuz I'm the truth
I broke free from my own limitations, because I am authentic and true to myself.

Eyes shimmer like rivers and broken bottles of Smirnoff
My eyes sparkle like reflections on rivers and shattered Smirnoff bottles.

Successions of sounds splash from windows, spilling off
Sounds from inside buildings spill out of windows and into the open spaces, creating a succession of echoes.

Steel emboss my logo cause death or mogul's calls
My logo is embossed in steel, and it represents my power to bring about either death or wealth and success.

Skin clinks like 18 Bronzemen in the halls
My skin makes a clinking sound like the metal statues of the 18 Bronzemen that are placed in halls for protection.

The seeds of my cold blood travel through deep veins
My blood runs cold and my essence is carried through my veins, and represents my inner power and strength.

Grew up with no hands, arms were spike ball & chain
I had no help growing up and felt trapped, like my arms were chained to a spiked ball.

The hills have eyes, they saw me escape the odds
The universe is observing me, and saw me overcome difficult challenges and escape the odds against me.

Keep my blowgun shirt or your back until you die
I carry a blowgun in my shirt and will protect you until the end with it.

Voice squirt cyanide, crack open a winter sky
My voice is poisonous like cyanide and can crack open the darkest and coldest parts of the sky.

For cash, I need a ski mask and a Rambo knife
I am willing to do whatever it takes to get money, including using a ski mask and a knife like Rambo.

Hydro clouds, looks out, watch the city rumble
The clouds build with moisture, and I look out as the city trembles under its power.

From a million hunger pains, and those bees that bumble
I come from poverty and have endured many struggles, like the sound of buzzing bees.

I'm filled with screams that I can never let slip
I have a lot of unresolved pain and screams that I cannot express outwardly.

They say a poet and madman we all have a bit
Many people have both poetry and madness inside of them.

And fuck ya videos, I only watch channels, not the mainstream
I do not conform to popular trends or consume mainstream media.

My sheath holds cannisters and manuals of daydreams
I carry tools to protect myself and the notes of my creative daydreaming.

Brita water, filter slaughter, chop the broccoli sloppy
I use filtered water for purity, slaughter with skill, and cook broccoli without finesse.

My habit's insane performing an audio-topsy
My musical style is unconventional and unique, like performing an autopsy on sound.

Cotton grown, testosterone, got glocks for bones
I come from a humble background, but have strength and power like the toughness of a gun.

Drink a marsh of H20, think harsh darts and throw
I drink water, and my thoughts can be harsh, but I execute them accurately.

Maybe blow, poison tips, razor tits
I have no problem using lethal tactics with poisoned tips and razor-sharp wits.

Sour as lemon sticks, my fetish is wet pussy
I have a sour attitude but am sexually aroused by wet vaginas.

With splatter patterns, I'm dark like Rosa Park murders on the camera lanterns
My art or style is dark, like the murder of Rosa Parks, photographed under dim light.

Sharp as a thorn on a rose from your ex-wife
I am sharp and dangerous like a thorn on a rose from your former spouse.

Sly as a sleuth for the slipknot on your windpipe
I am cunning, like a detective finding a weakness or weak spot to strangle an enemy.

Lynch mic-stands, I got a weather-vein mind bend
I perform with aggression, even attacking microphone stands. My mind is unpredictable like a weather vane.

Laugh is like rubies and dances on the vile winds
When I laugh, it is like valuable rubies, and can create an eerie or unsettling atmosphere.

I live probably like the Mothman prophecy
My life is unpredictable and eerie like the legend of the Mothman.

Ferment like winery, Iliad be my Oddssey
My talent is developing and aging like wine, while my journey is long and epic like the tales of the Iliad and Odyssey.

We puff crimson and drink marble from lead pipes
We smoke red herb and drink luxurious beverages from toxic lead pipes.

Run for daylight like Payton from jakes on grey nights
I run through the night to escape from the law, like football player Walter Payton did in grey conditions.

When the blocks hot, I stand with my heart frozen
In dangerous situations, I remain calm and strong, despite having a cold heart.

Clap like a thousand books closing
My sound or applause is loud and powerful, like thousands of books being slammed shut.

And pop loud as a thousand rosaries broken
I am explosive and noisy, like the sound of a thousand rosaries shattering on the ground.

Yo, yo, who in the world could spit it like me
No one can rap or perform quite like me.

Unlikely, sheisty for that mic piece
People might think I am dishonest to gain advantages in the music industry.

My Clan keep no white sheets, wife beaters & Nike sneaks
My group does not cover our faces with white sheets, instead we wear tank tops and Nike shoes.

Skeetin' divas who treat us like, Black Jesus and feed us
We attract desirable women who worship us like Black Jesus and fulfill our desires.

Tahitian cleavage, with features that
The women who are attracted to us have breasts that resemble those of women from Tahiti.

Keep 'em beating they penis, we terror predator veterans
We cause the women who are attracted to us to have an intense sexual response, and we are experienced hunters in this game.

Trend setters who better when, under pressure
We are innovators and set trends when faced with challenges.

Cuz better lines, prime timers like Letterman
We have better rhymes and flow than most, like the popular talk show host David Letterman.

Dead ya shine in a second, yeah, I'm a Con and that Edison
We can easily surpass your talent levels and cause your star to dim quickly. We are con artists, like Thomas Edison.

Say you sick with the rhymes, well then I'mma vomit the medicine
If you claim to be great at rapping, I will prove you wrong by overwhelming you with sick bars.

Bomb atomic like Deck over beats that Impeach the President
I drop explosive rhymes over beats that are powerful enough to impeach a U.S. President.

Save the beef for you freaks, it ain't nothing sweet, and ain't never been
We don't waste our time on trivial arguments or drama, because it has never been beneficial or positive for us.

If you keep it at peace, we won't have to level your residence
If you remain peaceful, we will not need to use violent measures against you, like invading your home.

Better to chill, nigga, take a breather, let it settle in
It's better to relax and take a break, rather than acting impulsively and making things worse.

Need the speed of the cheetah, with feet as a big as an elephants
We need to be fast and agile, like cheetahs, but also powerful, like elephants.

Ammo like John Rambo, to stand a chance in my element
We need to have ammunition, like the character John Rambo, to have any chance of surviving or succeeding in our environment.

Handle hammers with elegance, damage the camera's evidence
We can be graceful in our violence, and are skilled at destroying any evidence that might incriminate us.

Ammo that dismantle limbs, where you stand is irrelevant
Our ammunition can destroy limbs and any semblance of power you might have, making your location or position unimportant.