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…
The Pain
Bronze Nazareth Lyrics
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I feel so blue, and I, feel heart broken
What am I living for... my baby...
(Got one shot, that's all it is
It's just a taste of where I bust it, baby)
(Bronze Nazareth)
Yo, one shot in the air, for those whose not scared
So much stress, I'mma just up and get a vest
Aim best, hit your rest like a meteorite
Til the media strike and reporters got home
I don't know, maybe it's just me, maybe I'm no good
Go back home, throw on a hood
And get it like they get it, but see we got a problem
I ain't got no conscience, and I ain't got no problems
Layin' niggas down like carpet
Bitches come around like my thirty eight revolver
Actin' like they all, and my queen don't know me
Precious stay deep like a ocean reef
Had the hopes to be, over east, on some ivories
Apartment luxuries, run with me
From the fields of terror, concrete barrier
That's how I feel, that's how I sleep under the moon
Shit is real, pressure bust pipes
Docs talkin' bout blood pressure's up high
Next thing I know, the feds at the door
For a robbery that happened back in 2000
Looking at fourteen years in jail housing
And I ain't heard shit since, but damn a nigga tense
Everytime I pick up the phone, I think it clicks
Paranoid skitz', how the fuck am I saying, how is life like this
But I past that state like a masquerade
And I'm still here, pour beer on an average day
Now we smoke weed and ain't never got a strategy
Snakes don't rattle me, I put you out my misery
Exquisitely, I hit the trees for my ancestors
Life is a gun fight, test a man's essence
July Black, where June at?
My right hand man must of slid through the cracks
I miss you dog, but for real, you wrong
I guess every man feel like he gotta move on
It's hard as hell, I need a mill' in the bank
For that I need my willing to shank, plus a shell in the tank
My girls laced, she don't act right, either
For that I hit the sentiment up like a heavy lifter
For my door to yours, it's long distance
Modern day peasants, life is restless
And they don't understand, til I got a gun in hand
On some, yo nigga, run it like Cunningham
Chips on my shoulders, turn to broken bones
Slips by a soldier, turn to broken homes
By a way, I open tombs and last right
See last night, glass pipes reflect from a head lights
In a zoo of dead life, for bread, even the birds fight
Feel like I'm living third strike
And I realized I was a man, when
The headline read 19 year old man dead
Rest for Shawn, peace to my first born
Heart torn, bleed, purple wars on
It's raining cash and we not getting poured on
(Outro: sample)
You don't know, the pain
That's raining in my heart
You don't know, the pain
That's raining in my heart
Let the sun down by you, knocking
Knocking on my front door, hurry now...
Bronze Nazareth's "The Pain" is a song that tackles the harsh realities of life, particularly for individuals who come from marginalized and underprivileged backgrounds. The song starts with a voiceover of a woman saying, "I feel so blue, and I, feel heartbroken, What am I living for... my baby..." which sets the tone for the emotional and introspective track. Throughout the verses, Bronze Nazareth speaks about feeling stressed and paranoid, being caught up in a robbery, and missing his friend who has passed away. He also raps about the struggles of poverty and the pressure to maintain relationships while dealing with personal issues.
The chorus samples a woman singing, "You don't know the pain that's raining in my heart," laying emphasis on the emotional weight that the singer is grappling with. The song's themes are universal, touching on human emotions and experiences that will undoubtedly connect with listeners from all backgrounds. The instrumental backing is minimalistic but impactful, featuring drums and piano chords. It adds to the melancholy and introspective vibe of the track. Overall, Bronze Nazareth's "The Pain" is a poignant and heartfelt rap song about the struggles of life.
Line by Line Meaning
Yo, one shot in the air, for those whose not scared
I raise a shot to those who are brave enough to pursue their dreams
To raise they own, and basements stay blown
To build their own empires and keep their underground music alive
So much stress, I'mma just up and get a vest
I'm feeling overwhelmed by life and I might need protection
Aim best, hit your rest like a meteorite
I will aim carefully and strike with great force like a meteorite hitting the ground
Til the media strike and reporters got home
I'll keep going until I attract the attention of the media and everyone is talking about me
I don't know, maybe it's just me, maybe I'm no good
I'm not sure if I have what it takes to succeed in life
Go back home, throw on a hood
Sometimes I just want to go home, wear a hood and hide from the world
And get it like they get it, but see we got a problem
I want to succeed like others, but there's a problem unique to me that I have to overcome
Layin' niggas down like carpet
I'm willing to kill anybody who stands in my way
Bitches come around like my thirty eight revolver
Women try to get close to me like they're attracted to a dangerous weapon
Actin' like they all, and my queen don't know me
Some people act like they know me, but my true love doesn't really understand me
Precious stay deep like a ocean reef
My love is strong and deep like the coral reef in the ocean
Had the hopes to be, over east, on some ivories
I had a dream of making it big in the East coast music scene
Apartment luxuries, run with me
I wanted to share my luxury apartment with someone special
From the fields of terror, concrete barrier
I came from an environment full of danger and obstacles
That's how I feel, that's how I sleep under the moon
I'm constantly feeling unrested and uneasy, even when I'm alone at night
Shit is real, pressure bust pipes
Life can be tough and stressful, and it can break people
Docs talkin' bout blood pressure's up high
Doctors say my blood pressure is very high due to stress
Next thing I know, the feds at the door
Suddenly, law enforcement agents are knocking at my door
For a robbery that happened back in 2000
They're here to arrest me for a robbery that took place many years ago
Looking at fourteen years in jail housing
I could be facing a long time in prison if I'm convicted
And I ain't heard shit since, but damn a nigga tense
I haven't heard any updates and I'm anxious and worried about my situation
Everytime I pick up the phone, I think it clicks
I'm paranoid that the police or somebody is monitoring my phone calls
Paranoid skitz', how the fuck am I saying, how is life like this
I'm going crazy with paranoia and wondering how my life turned out like this
But I past that state like a masquerade
I've moved past my paranoid state and I'm hiding my true emotions like a masquerade
And I'm still here, pour beer on an average day
I'm still alive and drinking beer on a typical day
Now we smoke weed and ain't never got a strategy
We smoke weed all the time but we don't have any clear plans for our lives
Snakes don't rattle me, I put you out my misery
I'm not afraid of deceitful people and I will eliminate them if they cause me trouble
Exquisitely, I hit the trees for my ancestors
I smoke marijuana as a way to connect with my ancestors and their traditions
Life is a gun fight, test a man's essence
Life is like being in a constant fight and it's a test of what a person is really made of
July Black, where June at?
I'm wondering where my friend June is
My right hand man must of slid through the cracks
My best friend must have disappeared or gotten lost somehow
I miss you dog, but for real, you wrong
I miss my friend but I'm disappointed with him for leaving me behind
I guess every man feel like he gotta move on
I suppose every man feels like he must make his own way in the world
It's hard as hell, I need a mill' in the bank
It's very difficult and I need a lot of money in my bank account
For that I need my willing to shank, plus a shell in the tank
I'm willing to do anything, including risk my life, to achieve my financial goals
My girls laced, she don't act right, either
My girlfriend is dressed well, but she's not acting properly either
For that I hit the sentiment up like a heavy lifter
I cope with my problems by listening to sentimental music that weighs heavily on my emotions
For my door to yours, it's long distance
The distance between us is significant
Modern day peasants, life is restless
We're like modern-day peasants who live a restless life
And they don't understand, til I got a gun in hand
People won't take me seriously until I'm holding a weapon
On some, yo nigga, run it like Cunningham
I'll intimidate others with commands like an aggressive football coach
Chips on my shoulders, turn to broken bones
I'm carrying a grudge that's becoming physically painful
Slips by a soldier, turn to broken homes
A small mistake by a soldier can have disastrous consequences for his family
By a way, I open tombs and last right
I have the power to open tombs and perform last rites for the dead
See last night, glass pipes reflect from a head lights
Last night, the light from glass pipes reflected in the darkness like head lights
In a zoo of dead life, for bread, even the birds fight
Life is like being trapped in a zoo where even the birds compete for survival
Feel like I'm living third strike
I feel like I'm on my last chance in life
And I realized I was a man, when
I became an adult and took on the responsibilities of a man
The headline read 19 year old man dead
A news article announced the death of a 19-year-old man
Rest for Shawn, peace to my first born
I send condolences to Shawn and peace to my own firstborn child
Heart torn, bleed, purple wars on
I'm heartbroken and bleeding, while war rages on
It's raining cash and we not getting poured on
Others are making money effortlessly while we struggle to get by
Contributed by Michael L. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@denright86
One a total sleeper of an album. Remember bumpin this wayyy back in the days
@dougstyles5091
Was rocking this CD this week. Found it in my old CD folder. Still dope. 2020
@gregc7699
The production on this album is phenominal
@user-hb2gl9sr2v
Your English as well...
@gregc7699
@@user-hb2gl9sr2v you being a dick as well
@BigJuss10
Absolute fire!
@martincuauhtemocvazquezbec6011
One element more of the clan wu- tang
@yoannlecointe2249
Grandiose
@alberts1985
Trees lit
@djxcel23
The Brothers of Soul. Hurry, Don't Linger is the sample