[I'll prolly never be as big as Slim Shady or Jay-Z
Even though I write vivid like a home of the Greek] - what Bronze mean when say "home of the Greek"? What it is?
PS English is not my native language!
[I'll prolly never be as big as Slim Shady or Jay-Z
Even though I write vivid like a home of the Greek] - what Bronze mean when say "home of the Greek"? What it is?
PS English is not my native language!
I think in the home of the ancient greeks, there was alot of vivid stuff...
men going to bed with different woman, homo-stuff too, ...
not sure though, you should ask "technician", he's greek
Shaolin shadowboxin' and the wu-tang swordstyle...If what you say is true...The shaolin and the wu-tang could be dangerous!En garde, I'll let you try my wu-tang style...
He says "like Homer the Greek"
Homer was the writer of "The Iliad" and "The Odyssey" which are classic greek mythology books....
Wu Stoneman! Thank you man!
Now it's Ok!!! =)
venex! Thank you too! =)
Ok...this is lyric what i have.
There is a lot of mistake i think...
[Intro: kung fu sample]
You're here to learn kung fu, remember?
This is not a rest home...
Now go on, do some practice!
[Bronze Nazareth]
I'll prolly never be as big as Slim Shady or Jay-Z
Even though I write vivid like a home of the Greek
And study life like Socrates, without MTV
You think ya thugs, but for real, I sat offense with robbery
I'm try'nna walk the desert sands like RZA and Ringz
Gotta eat and beast, don't pay the bills, unless you got a name
Like The Neptunes, Jazze Pha or Kanye West
And if the album ain't five mics, don't front like it is
I got classic material without a mixtape host
Love Pac and B.I.G., but I miss Pun the most
I'm so underground, I play beats on the bowls, with mega errors
Sitting next to Murs, Immortal Technique and The Beggaz
Like Vernon Johnson with no voice, you'll never hear my message
Not on the block, selling cooked rocks to my sisters
Not in the club all hard with credit cards in your ass
Driving 86, got mad when Goodie Mob didn't last
Just wanted more "Soul Food" and an occassional "party"
Just wanted you to hear what I say, love it or disregard it
Just wanted Hot 97 to play my shit, like they promised
They never did, but probably payola was loudest
I'm like Van Gogh's paintings, you'll never hear my talents
It's the sound of neglect, that makes me green with malace
Search Kay found my music, he ain't answer me in a while
I was hoping The Unknown album got signed by Kevin Liles
But I never heard back from him, or Artist Direct
Sat in my room and watched Stagga Lee disrespect rap
While Khia got her neck and back, licked by the millions
I tried to tell you about history, mansions and killings
Like how the Wu-Tang gave the knowledge, but you just wanted to dance
Shame on family and friends, ain't buy Birth of a Prince
My debut, starting a war, but what's the fucking purpose?
You faggots rhyme weak, but everybody's spitting verses
We used to follow Martin Luther, up in Capitol Hill
Now you follow every rap artist whose throwback is ill
Albums weak now, internet didn't fuck up your sales
12 producers, on 12 songs, your shit can't gel
It's just a compilation album, full of your wack songs
And bitches dancin' all in your video with black thongs
All I wanted was for Steve Rifkind to listen, push play
And for those whose not listening, to hear what I say
Fuck, man....
now that you guys say it's "homer the greek", makes the sentence speak for itself...
I have the CD, but haven't listened to it alot...
Shaolin shadowboxin' and the wu-tang swordstyle...If what you say is true...The shaolin and the wu-tang could be dangerous!En garde, I'll let you try my wu-tang style...
BlooHook! Hmm...your version i like more...
[You think ya thugs, but for real, I sat with feds for robbery] - what Bronze mean? He is a real thug or a thief or something?
Somebodyy...
yeah, he's saying alot of people are "acting" like they are a thug, but they haven't done shit...
he's says, he's been arrested for robbery (or suspect)
Shaolin shadowboxin' and the wu-tang swordstyle...If what you say is true...The shaolin and the wu-tang could be dangerous!En garde, I'll let you try my wu-tang style...
in the song The Pain he talks about a robbery that happened back in 2000....feds rushed his crib and he was facin "14 years in jail-housin"..
Thanks!
It's great help!
[Intro: Soul Sample]
I Feel so good...
And I feel heartbroken...
What am I living for
My Baby
Whoooooooo
[Bronze]
Yo one shot, that's all it is.
Just a taste of where I come from (That's right my nigga!)
Yo, yo
One shot in the air for those that's not scared
To raise they own, in basements stay blown
So much stress, I'ma just up and get a vest
Aim best, hit ya chest like a metorite
Till the media strike and reporters go home
I don't know, maybe it's just me
Maybe I'm no good, go back home throwin' the hood
And get it like they get it, but see we got a problem
Mom's got no conscience and I ain't got no problems
Layin' niggas down like carpet
Bitches come around like my .38 revolvin'
Acting like they are and my queen don't know me
Pressure stay deep like an ocean reef
Had to hold some beef, over beats for some ivory
Apartment luxuries, run with me
Through streets of terror, concrete barriers
That's how I feel
That's how I sleep under the moon, shit is real
Pressure bust pipes
Docs talkin bout, blood pressures up high
The next thing I know, the feds at the door
For a robbery that happend back in 2000
Look at 14 years in jail-housin
And I ain't heard shit since, but damn a nigga tense
Everytime I pick up the phone I think it clicks
Paraniod skits, how the fuck am I sane, how is life like this
But I passed that stage like a masqurade and I'm still here
Pour beer on an average day
Now we smoke weed and we never got a strategy
Snakes don't rattle me, I'll put you out my misery
Exquisitly, I hit the trees for my ancestors
Life is a gunfight, test a man's essence
July black, where June at
My right hand man must've slipped through the cracks
I miss you dawg, but for real you wrong
I guess every man feel like he gotta move on
It's hard as hell, I need a mil in the bank
for that, I need my will and a shank, plus a shell in the tank
My girl's late and she don't act right neither
For that, I hit ?the streets and peddle? like a heavy lifter
From my door to yours is long distance
Modern day peasants, life is restless
And they don't understand till I got a gun in hand
On some, "Yo, nigga run it like Cunningham!"
Chips on my shoulder turn to broken bones
Slip by a soldier, turn to broken homes
Buy weight and open tombs for last rites
Last night's glass pipes reflect from my headlights
In a zoo of dead life
For bread even the birds fight, feel like I'm livin' third strike
Then 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 warzone
It's rainin' cash and we not gettin' poured on
Still Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuk Wit
He says Homer the greek and a bunch of more shit is fucked up in the lyrics on sites for that song
[I'm like Van Gogh's paintings, you'll never hear my talents
It's the sound of neglect, that makes me green with malace] - "green with malace" what is it mean? "Malace" - what it is?
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