Break Bread Lyrics - Digital Bullet - Rza

[Intro - Jammie Sommers] (RZA): 

Yo, yeah yeah, yo what? 

(Gotta spit on these bitches real quick) 

Yea, Jammie Sommers bring the thunder, what? 

(Word up, doo-doo stain bitches) 

Yo, yo, uh-huh, yo.. 

[Jammie Sommers] 

Yo save John Bennett, trauma John Bell 

Lace stay in my equality, mic oddessey 

Judy Plum, ghetto tag on the drum 

Nestle in the glass, I was plunged, double-edged tongue 

Pearly handle, scroll Brooklyn, we bouncin, commercial keep lookin 

Pussy tight ginger, turn rough cats to cringers 

Make him surrender is car and legal tender 

Sunshine on time, manifest all time 'tween beams 

because I study all true reality, sculpted by my Wallabees 

Study righteous God Degree, yo.. 

[Both] 

We Break Bread and deal with equality 

[RZA] 

Yo check it, my break and deal with this son 

Explicit lyrical orgy, you bitches smell like dead foggy hoe 

While Jammie splash you with the bottle of Giorgio 

or Chanel's No. 5, dog bitch you can't survive 

You buy and shoot some straw ride, ya tried to glide on B.O.B.B.Y. 

Jammie Sommers, treat her like my daughter, real niggaz want to fuck her 

Pass a quart of milk, crab, clam, possum, wild flower blossomin 

Power-you, have you gaspin for your oxygen 

Gold bra straps, fine pointed, purple star Gaps 

Cowboy boots and tastle, with the straw hat 

You derelict hoes, we fuck why'all without pullin down our clothes 

While your nigga wish to lick Jammie Sommers' toes 

Imaginate, you best to go home son and masturbate 

or put your ten dollars up and buy the fat tape