The group released their debut studio album in 2007 entitled Wisemen Approaching which features guest appearances from GZA/Genius, Killah Priest, Vast Aire and Planet Asia.
In 2010 they released their eagerly anticipated second album "Children of a Lesser God" - production is handled by Bronze Nazareth and Kevlaar 7 and guests include Raekwon, Planet Asia, Big Rube and Victorious.
Members, since the group's beginning they have gained various members, the core members are the first three listed below:
Bronze Nazareth
Kevlaar 7
Phillie
Salute
June Megalodon
Break Bread
Illa Dayz
Beace
New Year Banga
Wisemen Lyrics
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Bronze Nazareth... my nigga Phillie...
Yo... Salute the Kid...
It's a struggle on these streets, I'm the son, ya'll the seeds
Innocent young M.C.'s, maturing into trees
Seems I touch with the brush, Kevlaar never spoke much
But one stroke of the Dutch, I smear pictures with breath tucks
Shady, I got clocked on the mandible, bloodied my structure
Got bagged, drunk on the streets, so wasted, all the jakes did
Was deliver me home to my bed sheets, sleet and rain
Blow east against the grain, I walk the bloody hills barefoot in the rain
Stained 24 hours, two to finish this joint
Annoint with holy water, Think Differently with a daughter
And civilized planets, revolving around my son
Sleepless nights, with a brain, full of banging guns
A serenade of grenade, shave my pain with metal umbrellas
Story tellers and hustlers, funnel the strugglers restless
Fall to my knees, in the lab, asking the most high to help us
It's been a long road, God knows, got me a strongehold
Palms so sweaty, legs feel like spaghetti
Yet now I think I'm ready, so long as the lord'll bless me
When I came from crumbs and sold drugs like ecstasy
Hung with killas, dodged bullets, to the next degree
Was wrong, like sex to me, to dead you in the streets
Over some shit you said to me, Think Differently, whatever
Just let it be, somebody fired my chef, I got the recipe
With this rap shit, I'm a wolf, ahead of sheep
Press meat, for the slaughter, I'm Nino to the Carter
Something you don't want a part of, with the heart of David
Against Goliath, you know this time, and stop playing
It's time for mic strangling, while life's are left dangling
In the violence, no lights, no cameras, just live action
Whether triggers are written, it's all real
Pencils are reinforced with steel, I got to live
Back in '94, I know math's calling your drawer
Flyers bust on it, ground work layed, dues paid
Dutch sauce waves calling, the streets is empty
Til my veins stay bubbling, that booth, my ice suit
I win your mic in a dice shoot, and any man who walk through hell
Will similary feel like I do
And vision my inscription, you see where I slept
Sat at the edge of an avalanche cliff, you see where I step
Think Differently in infamy, the most on slept
Equipped with gems, to blow the mind like turpan Thai wine
Keep the unstoppable odds in my stable, with the free cable box
To pay for studio locks, I rob big locks
Think not, of the Wise, my death color rhymes'll drain your colored eyes
Look what, I discover, rise
Without credit checks, bought that board, fucked our credit ever since
So it better work, instead of a beretta to work
Slitter my lurk, Gun Rule, Bermuda Tri-borough
Years later, on the furlow...
In the song "New Year Banga" by Wisemen, the lyrics speak about life on the streets and the struggles that people go through. The song starts with the lyricist addressing his fellow group members and then delves into the struggles he has faced. He refers to himself as the "son" and others as "seeds," implying that he has been around longer and gained more experience in life. As he paints a picture of his life, he mentions that he has matured into a "tree."
He then goes on to talk about his encounters with the law, getting drunk and being brought home by the police. The lyrics are very descriptive and paint a vivid picture of the artist's life, including walking on bloody hills barefoot in the rain. He talks about his sleepless nights and brain filled with "banging guns." The artist also mentions the importance of family, including his daughter, revolving planets, and his son.
The second verse speaks about the artist's journey and how he came from selling drugs to rap music. He talks about how he used to hang out with "killers" and dodge bullets but eventually realized that he was wrong to do so. The lyrics mention his dedication to rap music and his goal to succeed. The artist mentions a "mic strangling" moment, implying that he is now in control of his life and is taking the mic and opportunity that he has been given seriously.
Line by Line Meaning
It's a struggle on these streets, I'm the son, ya'll the seeds
The streets are tough, I am the product of them, while others are still growing into who they will become.
Innocent young M.C.'s, maturing into trees
The young and innocent rappers are becoming fully developed and strong like trees.
Seems I touch with the brush, Kevlaar never spoke much
I have a skillful touch when creating music, while Kevlaar is more reserved.
But one stroke of the Dutch, I smear pictures with breath tucks
With just one puff of a blunt, I am able to create vivid images with my rap lyrics.
Touching the phat techs, I never handle, gripped the three eighty
I am able to create great music even without directly handling the equipment, while still able to handle a gun.
Shady, I got clocked on the mandible, bloodied my structure
I got punched in the jaw and it messed me up.
Got bagged, drunk on the streets, so wasted, all the jakes did
I got arrested while being drunk on the street, and the police officers just took me home.
Was deliver me home to my bed sheets, sleet and rain
I was taken back to my bed in rainy and snowy weather.
Blow east against the grain, I walk the bloody hills barefoot in the rain
I walk against the norm towards the east, going through tough terrain even in bad weather.
Stained 24 hours, two to finish this joint
I have been working on finishing this music for 24 hours, with two more to go.
Annoint with holy water, Think Differently with a daughter
I am blessed with creativity and originality in my music, like the holy water of a religious ceremony, with a child to protect and raise.
And civilized planets, revolving around my son
People who listen to my music are like planets orbiting around my son.
Sleepless nights, with a brain, full of banging guns
I have difficulty sleeping with a mind that is constantly filled with thoughts of gun violence.
A serenade of grenade, shave my pain with metal umbrellas
My music is like a song of destruction and pain, but it helps me cope with my struggles like a metal umbrella shielding from the rain.
Story tellers and hustlers, funnel the strugglers restless
Those who tell stories and hustle in life are able to help those who struggle and are restless.
Fall to my knees, in the lab, asking the most high to help us
I humbly pray for help and guidance from a higher power while working on my music in the studio.
It's been a long road, God knows, got me a strongehold
My journey has been lengthy and difficult, but I have held on tight and remained strong with God's help.
Palms so sweaty, legs feel like spaghetti
I am anxious and nervous, with shaky legs like spaghetti.
Yet now I think I'm ready, so long as the lord'll bless me
Despite my nerves, I believe I am ready for success as long as God blesses me.
When I came from crumbs and sold drugs like ecstasy
I started from the bottom and resorted to selling drugs, like ecstasy.
Hung with killas, dodged bullets, to the next degree
I hung out with dangerous people, avoiding getting shot, and moved onto the next level of my life.
Was wrong, like sex to me, to dead you in the streets
Killing someone on the streets was a mistake and just as bad as engaging in illicit sex.
Over some shit you said to me, Think Differently, whatever
I let things people said to me in the past bother me, but now I think differently and don't care.
Just let it be, somebody fired my chef, I got the recipe
I let things go and moved on. Even though my chef was fired, I now have the recipe for success.
With this rap shit, I'm a wolf, ahead of sheep
In the rap game, I am a wolf who stands out from the crowd of sheep.
Press meat, for the slaughter, I'm Nino to the Carter
I am preparing myself for the competition and struggle in the music industry, like Nino was prepared for the challenges in the movie The Carter.
Something you don't want a part of, with the heart of David
You don't want to mess with me, I am fearless like David from the Bible.
Against Goliath, you know this time, and stop playing
I am willing to take on anyone like David defeating Goliath, so don't underestimate me.
It's time for mic strangling, while life's are left dangling
It's time for me to take over the mic and hold it tight, while others struggle to find success.
In the violence, no lights, no cameras, just live action
When things get violent, there are no lights or cameras, only dangerous live action.
Whether triggers are written, it's all real
Whether the stories in my raps are true or not, they feel real and intense.
Pencils are reinforced with steel, I got to live
My words are strong and powerful, and I don't just survive, I live life to the fullest.
Back in '94, I know math's calling your drawer
In 1994, I know that math was calling you to draw (create), whether or not you realized it.
Flyers bust on it, ground work layed, dues paid
We advertised and promoted ourselves, did the groundwork, and paid our dues to get where we are today.
Dutch sauce waves calling, the streets is empty
We are making waves with our rap music, but the streets are still empty and waiting for us to return.
Til my veins stay bubbling, that booth, my ice suit
I feel alive and energized when I rap in the studio, like I am wearing an icy suit to keep me cool.
I win your mic in a dice shoot, and any man who walk through hell
I am confident I can beat anyone on the mic, or even in a bet like a game of dice, and anyone who has gone through tough times is like a survivor of hell.
Will similary feel like I do
They can connect with the struggles I have been through.
And vision my inscription, you see where I slept
When you look at my music, you can see where I came from and where I laid my head to rest at night.
Sat at the edge of an avalanche cliff, you see where I step
I have done dangerous and risky things, and each step I take can lead to something good or bad.
Think Differently in infamy, the most on slept
Think Differently is well-known and respected, and my music is often slept on or overlooked.
Equipped with gems, to blow the mind like turpan Thai wine
I have valuable knowledge and wisdom to share, like the unique and flavorful turpan Thai wine.
Keep the unstoppable odds in my stable, with the free cable box
I am ready to face and overcome any challenges that may arise, even with limited resources.
To pay for studio locks, I rob big locks
I will do whatever it takes, even if it means stealing, to pay for the locks to keep my studio secure.
Think not, of the Wise, my death color rhymes'll drain your colored eyes
Don't underestimate me or the rest of the Wise, our intense and dark lyrics will shock and surprise you.
Look what, I discover, rise
I am discovering new things and growing more successful.
Without credit checks, bought that board, fucked our credit ever since
I bought equipment without checking my credit, which caused problems with my finances.
So it better work, instead of a beretta to work
I need this music to be successful and work out, instead of resorting to a life of crime and danger.
Slitter my lurk, Gun Rule, Bermuda Tri-borough
I lurk around like a sneaky predator, enforcing the Gun Rule in the dangerous Bermuda Tri-borough region.
Years later, on the furlow...
Years later, after all that I have been through, I am still here and fighting for my success.
Contributed by Jonathan F. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Scriptural The Apostle
Bronze, you're my hommie. Keep doing it son!