Written By: Bronze Nazareth for Wu-International.com
Date: 21st December, 2011

<<<< Tracks 1 - 10 [Day 1]

• 11.  Malcolm School Skit:
  Cats didn't notice but I used this on Thought For Food Vol 1. I felt that this was so important a comment that it fit “School For The Blindman” perfectly. I HAD to re-use it. Especially looking at the state of Detroit Public schools and how Kelley-Williams-Bolar has been treated in OHIO for her attempt to get her kids in a better school: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/01/27/kelley-williams-bolar-schools_n_814857.html

• 12.  Pictures (Stem Cells):
  This is a very personal joint. I think this album in particular is more personal than “Migration”. But basically in this song...I'm somewhere in a dark place on these verses, where it finds me sitting somewhere alone, just smoke everywhere, I'm in deep thought. Running thru the shit I been going through, the law, how I pulled a gun on my own homie thinking he was someone else..., Through the smoke I'm looking at pictures, the first verse the picture is my late Grand-dad and it's like I'm seeing life in the picture and I'm seeing emotions in his face which leads me actually to start to talk to the picture and explain myself to this picture who now seems to be looking back at me in disappointment. Then out of the smoke it's like his image rose...I confess more, and go into Illah Dayz, how I felt I coulda stopped it all. The car accident the drinking all that. This is when he talks backs and give me hope, and a little guidance back towards the right. Then I snap out of it, wondering if it was real, until I hear his voice one last time. Verse two, I move onto my cousin, who was shot and killed in Florida in 2006 (RIP Cuz!). So here I am looking at his picture thinking...while smoking ("outlandish off the green lanterns") and the picture seems to be looking back at me. Here I am smoking, holding my gun in anger, and just as my Grand -dad appeared out the smoke, my cousins reflection appears on my gun (ironically the same tool used to kill him) and begins to talk to me, I talk back. He ends up steering me back in the right direction as well and at some point he says "we'll talk in a dream" ...I wake up on a dark airplane, wondering if this was real, and then I hear his voice once more. Some real deep shit I was on....

• 13.  Records We Used To Play:
  This is just hip hop right here, pure ill shit....the beat was always a favorite of mine and I need a real ill lyrical joint. Some more Bronze-man theme music. Coming with some real graphic, mind bender visual thoughts on here 'like blunt leaves conspire to thieve my chromosomes' aka I know the tobacco cause cancer....but I’m shifting the blame giving the blunt leaf life like it's his fault he's the thief! Just visual shit, I try to paint a picture...I say 'Grasp life like chloroform towel, double stuffed sewage/ Kings mask with a crack for a smile, snuff Judas' ...you can picture all that..

• 14.  The Letter:
  Another very personal joint, very honest. This is about my homie Kirk Jackson, outta Detroit RIP...I basically discuss the downward spiral of addiction and how it affected me and how the whole thing went, my shortcomings as a friend, my anger over it. How I saw the shit wrong and kinda turned my back. And though I couldn't have really known, ('couldn't see poison thru veins'..who can?) I still blamed myself. It's a sad song, point blank. The beat is emotional and moving itself so the subject matter just needed to be real, not all lyrical. Anyone who saw a situation like this can relate, maybe somebody will get off that shit thru this one!

• 15.  Gomorrah: ft. Killah Priest
  At one point, we probably had the grimiest studio in America. Not that it was dirty or nuthin but it was in a rough area in West Detroit. Bike gangs, crack heads, prostitutes, constant break -ins, police raided us...all types of shit going on. I'm talking we were always ready for a shootout if you came thru that front door. I bought this spot because the old mayor had chosen this area to be re-newed or rebuilt or some shit like that, so I bought it like boom I'm a fix it up, and then they will re-new the area and I'll have a spot in a great new business and economic area. Well the mayor got into all types of shit, ousted, put in jail etc, … So did the area get re-newed? Of course not. So with all that said I gotta give it up to Killah Priest for being one of the few artists that came through and fucked with Black Day Studio. I don't invite a lot of people to that studio because they might be like 'yo where the fuck you got me at Bronze?' but Priest didn't say a word about it. He came to the lab before a show, I had the hook for “Gomorrah” and my verses already. I asked him just to go in on some Brooklyn shit, and he filled in the Brooklyn part of the hook for me. KP wrote his verse, recorded it, and we bounced and did the show.

• 16.  Instrumental Interlude:
  This is a lead in to Reggie where MLK gets tired and disillusioned, and goes back to what his father once taught him. Just a lesson in peace, and how to maintain it in the midst disappointment, or anger or whatever...the same things I need to remember on the next song...

• 17.  Reggie: ft. Rain The Quiet Storm
  This song is all true shit. All really happened. One day we come to the studio, I open the front door and the light from the back doors hit me immediately. Right then I knew somebody had broken in. Somebody sat and chipped through the cinder block wall, cleaned us out, and left out the back. So the first two verses speak on how we found out it was Reggie and how we wall went looking for him. He was a crackhead, so we knew all the heads around the way and would always grill then on if they’d seen Reggie. So in making sure my music actually mirrors my life, writing the third verse was difficult. We’d been searching for Reggie and had not found him. Explaining how we never found him was boring, threw that verse away, then I heard he actually turned himself in to do some time because word was definitely around the hood that we were looking for him. So I tried to write that one out but it seemed like a letdown after we did all this searching and asking around, and following leads. So I threw that verse away. Finally I was listening to some speeches by MLK..and I came upon the clip at the ending, where he feels he couldn’t be good enough for God because he had to do certain things to eat. I thought about Reggie in relation to this and the perfect ending hit me, as we finally find Reggie and he’s trying to explain to us he’s just trying to keep the kids fed etc etc … and I contemplate on how I probably would do the same if I was in his shoes. Then Reggie quotes the MLK speech as I put my gun away instead of using it. The third verse is the fictional part of it, I wanted to avoid the obvious shit like we found him and shot him up. So to end it how I did worked best for me but took a minute to come about.

• 18.  Farewell: ft. Willie The Kid
  Farewell, this was first sent to Rza, but he wanted to hear a couple more, (which ended being up “Fresh From the Morgue”). Willie and I stayed communicating and we were long overdue to collab. So he jumped on this and shot it up for me. We were both on some farewell shit. My verse is more of an intricate story (I 'wrote' this in my head in a city jail cell) on how little shit leads to big shit. In the song, I got a four year sentence, my bitch leaves the fourth year, and then I have to 'defend ' myself with a shank and get sent to 'the lifers ward'. Farewell to everything. Willie came on some - I'm outta here, freedom shit! His word play, is super sick. I think with his rhymes, just as ours, people don't always pick up the double meanings. Willie's word play with the “high like the attic/I'm built from the basement/ based in the celler/ sporadic (attic)” SICK! this is just the meeting of the Vikings! Two of the illest ever out of Grand Rapids, MI.

• 19.  Cold Summer: ft. Wisemen
  This was originally going to be on an EP I was doing for Sound Records out of Seattle. Then we were going to use it on the Wisemen album, but I ended up keeping it for self. This is a Kevlaar 7 banger, and I loved the aggressiveness of it, the shots, the verses are ill, and plus I get to have my brother June Mega on here. This fit the album because it has a real Detroit sound and I loved my verse on here.

• 20.  Worship: ft. Wisemen
  This was always intended to be the last song on here. I wanted to lead into 'Children of a Lesser God' with a Wisemen heater, but also something different, but a pure banger. Salute laid his verse first, and actually went twice as long....shit was crazy ill but just for the sake of time I ended up chopping it in half. Phillie laid his verse and then forgot he ever did it, until the album was done. Kevlaar wrote two verses for this fused em together from the best lines and I capped it off with a little bridge to make it mine. Until the album dropped this song was called "Superclutch" because Salute had a line from the part I cut, sayin '4th quarter I'm jellybean Superclutch'..referring to Kobe Bryant. Since that part was gone I renamed it to the obvious.
  
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  Bronze's Book of Rhymes from selected songs off the album

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