| Song | Break Bread |
| Artist | RZA |
| Album | Digital Bullet |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Coles, Diggs, Shivers | |
| 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 | |
| Yo save John | |
| Bennett, trauma | |
| John BellLace 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 | |
| BrooklynWe 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 | |
| WallabeesStudy righteous | |
| God Degree, yo | |
| We break bread and deal with equality | |
| 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 | |
| GiorgioOr | |
| 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 wanna fuck her | |
| Pass a quart of milk, crab, clam, possum, wild flower blossomin' | |
| Power-U, have you gaspin' for your oxygen | |
| Gold bra straps, fine pointed, purple star | |
| GapsCowboy boots and tastle, with the straw hat | |
| You derelict hoes, we fuck y'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 | |
| Yo, a hundred thousand, two hundred and fifty cash | |
| Yo now, watch | |
| Miss Sommers, shake that ass | |
| Yo, you love the way my brother splash | |
| Chain reaction keep you puzzled | |
| Mouth muscle, card shuffle, belt buckle | |
| Jammie S'll never kiss ass after | |
| I close a deal | |
| You best to believe this rap shit | |
| I say is for real | |
| A lot of y'all bitches be good earners with two out | |
| Take too many chances, chillin' with niggaz, lampin' | |
| Profilin', wildin', | |
| Jammie hung with the realty smilin' | |
| Takin' shots at | |
| Louie the thirteenth and tie you up | |
| Bathed in | |
| Sheik, so you could watch your man beat his meat | |
| Cuz, uh, lodi dodi, | |
| I got the body | |
| And tutti fruiti, | |
| I got the booty | |
| I shake, my rump, all in ya face | |
| Make a bitch tie my sneaker lace' | |
| Cuz A is for apple and | |
| J is for Jack | |
| And most of y'all bitches | |
| Ain't go no hair in the back | |
| And ya tracks is wack |
| zuo ci : Coles, Diggs, Shivers | |
| Yo, yeah yeah, yo what? Gotta spit on these bitches real quick | |
| Yea, Jammie | |
| Sommers bring the thunder, what? Word up, doodoo stain bitches | |
| Yo, yo, uhhuh, yo | |
| Yo save John | |
| Bennett, trauma | |
| John BellLace stay in my equality, mic oddessey | |
| Judy Plum, ghetto tag on the drum | |
| Nestle in the glass, | |
| I was plunged | |
| Doubleedged tongue | |
| Pearly handle, scroll | |
| BrooklynWe 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 | |
| WallabeesStudy righteous | |
| God Degree, yo | |
| We break bread and deal with equality | |
| 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 | |
| GiorgioOr | |
| 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 wanna fuck her | |
| Pass a quart of milk, crab, clam, possum, wild flower blossomin' | |
| PowerU, have you gaspin' for your oxygen | |
| Gold bra straps, fine pointed, purple star | |
| GapsCowboy boots and tastle, with the straw hat | |
| You derelict hoes, we fuck y' 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 | |
| Yo, a hundred thousand, two hundred and fifty cash | |
| Yo now, watch | |
| Miss Sommers, shake that ass | |
| Yo, you love the way my brother splash | |
| Chain reaction keep you puzzled | |
| Mouth muscle, card shuffle, belt buckle | |
| Jammie S' ll never kiss ass after | |
| I close a deal | |
| You best to believe this rap shit | |
| I say is for real | |
| A lot of y' all bitches be good earners with two out | |
| Take too many chances, chillin' with niggaz, lampin' | |
| Profilin', wildin', | |
| Jammie hung with the realty smilin' | |
| Takin' shots at | |
| Louie the thirteenth and tie you up | |
| Bathed in | |
| Sheik, so you could watch your man beat his meat | |
| Cuz, uh, lodi dodi, | |
| I got the body | |
| And tutti fruiti, | |
| I got the booty | |
| I shake, my rump, all in ya face | |
| Make a bitch tie my sneaker lace' | |
| Cuz A is for apple and | |
| J is for Jack | |
| And most of y' all bitches | |
| Ain' t go no hair in the back | |
| And ya tracks is wack |
| zuò cí : Coles, Diggs, Shivers | |
| Yo, yeah yeah, yo what? Gotta spit on these bitches real quick | |
| Yea, Jammie | |
| Sommers bring the thunder, what? Word up, doodoo stain bitches | |
| Yo, yo, uhhuh, yo | |
| Yo save John | |
| Bennett, trauma | |
| John BellLace stay in my equality, mic oddessey | |
| Judy Plum, ghetto tag on the drum | |
| Nestle in the glass, | |
| I was plunged | |
| Doubleedged tongue | |
| Pearly handle, scroll | |
| BrooklynWe 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 | |
| WallabeesStudy righteous | |
| God Degree, yo | |
| We break bread and deal with equality | |
| 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 | |
| GiorgioOr | |
| 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 wanna fuck her | |
| Pass a quart of milk, crab, clam, possum, wild flower blossomin' | |
| PowerU, have you gaspin' for your oxygen | |
| Gold bra straps, fine pointed, purple star | |
| GapsCowboy boots and tastle, with the straw hat | |
| You derelict hoes, we fuck y' 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 | |
| Yo, a hundred thousand, two hundred and fifty cash | |
| Yo now, watch | |
| Miss Sommers, shake that ass | |
| Yo, you love the way my brother splash | |
| Chain reaction keep you puzzled | |
| Mouth muscle, card shuffle, belt buckle | |
| Jammie S' ll never kiss ass after | |
| I close a deal | |
| You best to believe this rap shit | |
| I say is for real | |
| A lot of y' all bitches be good earners with two out | |
| Take too many chances, chillin' with niggaz, lampin' | |
| Profilin', wildin', | |
| Jammie hung with the realty smilin' | |
| Takin' shots at | |
| Louie the thirteenth and tie you up | |
| Bathed in | |
| Sheik, so you could watch your man beat his meat | |
| Cuz, uh, lodi dodi, | |
| I got the body | |
| And tutti fruiti, | |
| I got the booty | |
| I shake, my rump, all in ya face | |
| Make a bitch tie my sneaker lace' | |
| Cuz A is for apple and | |
| J is for Jack | |
| And most of y' all bitches | |
| Ain' t go no hair in the back | |
| And ya tracks is wack |