The Bronzeman 2 (Feat. Canibus) (Additional vocals by Raekwon)
[Movie Clip & (Raekwon)]: 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!!)
[Bronze chant during intro] 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
[Canibus] 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
[Bronze Nazareth] 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
[Bronze Nazareth Bridge] ayo murder with a flask toast and ki