Bronze Nazareth, Canibus, Raekwon - The Bronzeman 2 lyrics

They’ll never stop listening to me
(yo, whutup nigga)
They can’t tune me out (whutup nigga)
They’re drawn to me
(yeah you gotta turn that shit up nigga)
Drawn like moths to a flame
(this shit is serious
Keep it always official man
Add on comfortably and shit) I say the
Things they wish they could say
(make sure everything is real for real)
These ineffective jackals
Stay up all night long to
Hear me speak their minds!
They can’t tune me out
They can’t tune me out!
They’ll always be there
(this serious nigga, official shit)

This one bloody too
I told ‘em this one bloody too


This bloody too, this one’s bloody too
Tell ‘em this one bloody too
This one bloody too
This one bloody too, Bronzeman 2
This one bloody too, Bronzeman 2

Your aspirations are exaggerated
Your lack of patience is written
All over your face
That’s why you can’t make it
Listen with your mind
Explore with your spirit
If you can’t stop time
You gotta purchase more minutes
Reliable power rap recycles steam
Like nuclear tower stacks
I could rhyme for an hour on a track
Intoxicated, making obnoxious statements
About top rated emcees who somehow got jaded
The revolution is not an event
It’s a process passed down from Griff to
Canibus to the Bronzeman (Nazareth)
Canibus, me and the tribal chief riding
And after you do the knowledge you
Can sit right beside us
It’s not about money
It’s about interdisciplinary studies
That’s why sometimes things get ugly
Dressing all bummy
Fingernails black like I’ve been hunting
I brought food home for
All my little munchkins
Cough it all up like a pumpkin
Subwoofer bumping
Cars ride by with the booming systems
What man? Your sense of humour sucks
Dad, Hip Hop should give up, man
Cos rapper can out rap the Canibus man
And the whole planet knows it
Catalog expands from the land to the ocean
Billy Ocean in the passenger seat smoking
Heartbroken cause his hero hosted a
Show but nobody noticed
I’m having difficulty describing how
I wrote it
Open mic but not one open mind in sight
So I’ma fall back and pass Nazareth the mic

Yeah yo, I’m like the Unabomber
Consuming a novel by the Dalai Llama
Artists pray I stay
Underground like a departed miner
Skated Satan’s fire, my marrow is ganja
There goes the dope supplier
Sound of the opiate audio fire
Carved outta the hottest sonatas
I’ma, fujiyama mind sauna
Oblongata on the pine lager
Want a yacht too
Bird’s eye view straight out the parlor
Count the commas in my bank account
Chasin’ nirvana
Tasting long burn white Owls
My tails like iguanas
Pet Llamas should I let ‘em out
And chalk trace an artist pARDON
I’m shouting MORE RELISH!
I’m straight off the Terrace
Route a shell non terrapin
Style to the sheriff
My bride’s hair glow in the wind
Eyes glarin’ i brutalize air when
I turn ‘em to urn wearing
Burnin ferns off camera
With golden goat strands’a, potent stanzas
I reign (rain) hail (hale) snow avalanches
I got big plans, semi with hemi rig plans
For enough land to grow and
Expand my own sess plants
My hands shine like diamond
Lakes and gold lamps
High chance of hailstorms
Black or bright sundance
Still advance my pawn
Til you layin by seaside
My family throw bullets like archie, peyton
And eli i’m a zebra mixed with edema
Hiroshima and street lights
Dining at bee hives
I’m a knight in shining levi’s
Skin sound like knives chippin at thick glass
Sniffin’ tear gas
Rollin mack truck rellos in class
The teacher looked at me, said if I pass
I pass splash tangerine spark drafts
On black casket maps
Run laps around murder scenes
And never leave tracks

Ayo murder with a flask
Toast and kill ‘em with the draft
Nervous villain laugh
Fittin in body cast for class
Sittin on a throne of glass
Spinnin microphones to ash
My cyclones is brass
When I spit ‘em it’s closed caaaaaaaas-ket
Plates shift new face lift
Bronzeman 2 can you taste it?

Thats swingin swords nigga
It’s back to that sword shit
Special techniques, special effects
Y’all know what time it is for real word Up