Royal Fam  Jamie Sommers

 [Islord]
 Aiyyo  let me tell y'all niggaz somethin
 One thing  let me tell y'all niggaz somethin
 I don't give a  flyin fuck about
 none of y'all niggaz out here
 None of y'all niggaz out here
 Cause you ain't  none of my motherfuckin comrades
 I don't give a  flyin fuck  what?
 You want it? Bring it son  bring it son
 Bring it, yo, check it on out

 Yo, lyrically, I got all y'all niggaz under my wing
 Cause I bring terror throughout this rap era
 Like them Muslim cats, who don't give a fuck
 about blowin this rock, off the map
 where Mayor Guiliani rest at, so let me get that
 microphone up off of you, cause it's
 definitely not meant for you to have it in your palm
 To try to rock the crowd
 Puttin it all on to stay calm
 You waited for the God Islord to drop the bomb
 and swarm the stage about a hundred fat
 with lyrical material that's all that
 Like a two point five carat clustered jew-el
 Rock like Patti La-Belle
 Cause everything is real kid, you dead up
 Dissect the true kids gettin set up
 for a car/Jeep heist, it ain't nice
 As we ran up in the crib and stuck the kid
 and smacked the wife, cause she, had on two chains
 with a tray full of ice in em
 But that's how it goes down
 When you livin in the Cold World

 [Royal Fam]
 Cold World, what?
 Yo, I spit flames thermonuclear type
 Ignite mics, blow up U.S.A. satellites
 Insane Unabomber, my whole Fam lace golden armor
 Royal calmer, black Queen black Madonna
 The missing link be the big lips on the Sphinx
 Intelligent instincts
 I say knowledge is the foundation
 when I move in the L's formation, against Hell's nation
 Bobby Digital cybertech test microcheck
 High bi-as, record the levels
 Anti for devils.. anti for devils

 [Ndira] speaking in a foreign language
 eventually says
 "I wanna be Digital Bobby
 Bobby Digital.. RZA ? Bobby, Bobby Digital"

 [Bobby Digital]
 All you analog cats from weak tracks, and weak raps
 and weak video clips and weak stacks
 Beatin bitches with weak lawyers, and weak acts
 and weak staffs, born life couldn't copyright
 with weak math, come get a dose, of the strong
 coconuts splittin, all you chocolate deluxe butter alms
 French buttercups, probably wanna see Bobby in handcuffs
 with the toes in my mouth
 Stand up or rape me, rotate auto-locate me
 In the center solar
 Corner block Hip-Hop now expand to the polar
 Fuzzy low short frequency
 Circuit breakers, try to take
 us on illusionary rides to the future
 Polygram graphic rap actors, flash ya
 Cash and jewelry like bus passes
 That's why your ass got stuck up
 so Wake the fuck Up or get smoked
 Analog rhymes hoes are like groupies we fucked
 Took for derelict, Sales are too Soupy
 Better get the Bobby Digital movie!

 [Ghostface Killah]
 Tarantula, that groove season
 Newlywed of rap, which G you believe in?
 Rally back, twist a half a man arm off
 Late night, nearly happy standoff
 How boldly blinded by Bobby crossthievin van diva
 Lever 2000 mic talk
 Might bolt to match, pinch me in the eve
 Carved perfectly from God
 Manufactured through the eye, came Puma dash
 I snares Dumar, Nicolas, half a face, Cage
 Half a coke Dutch sprinkle sage
 Bounce to Huey crib yo and got laid
 Straight off the ground y'all word up
 .. Bad bitch

 [Jamie Sommers]
 Yo, yo
 Yo my tapdance sword splash
 Yo.. my nigga Dix'll leave you whiplashed, feel the cash
 Pussy worth a key a stash, bloodbath
 Hard to walk the righteous path
 Flavor for life into death
 This berry tart your ginger


 Ooh she mad tender, Analog surrender
 off my motherfuckin splendor, Jamie Sommers pussy bionic
 Super-sonic, splash you with the Wu-Wear garments
 For the nine fuckin nine, motherfuckers