featuring Ghostface Killah Islord Ndira

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