He has also released solo albums under the alter-ego Bobby Digital. In addition to the Wu-Tang Clan and his solo releases, RZA was also a founding member of the rap group Gravediggaz where he used the name The Rzarector.
He has made cameos in several movies including Coffee and Cigarettes, American Gangster, Gospel Hill, Life Is Hot in Cracktown, Ghost Dog, Funny People, Repo Men. About.com named him 3rd on their list of best hip hop producers of all time
Born in Brownsville, Brooklyn, New York, RZA spent time in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania as a child, where his father had a convenience store in the Hill District.[1] A young RZA also spent many years living in North Carolina with his uncle. RZA began his hip hop career in the late 1980s and early 1990s as a member of the trio Force of the Imperial Master (which subsequently became known as the All in Together Now Crew after they had a successful underground single of that name). The group consisted of future Wu-Tang members and his cousins GZA (then known as the Genius) and Ol' Dirty Bastard (then known as Ason Unique, the Specialist, and the Professor).
Once this local band dissolved, both he and the GZA attempted to kick start solo careers. With the help of GZA's friend (then owner of Jamaica Records) they both secured single deals with album options at successful labels, GZA going to Cold Chillin and RZA to Tommy Boy. GZA ultimately released the Words from the Genius album, but RZA's stint at Tommy Boy ended with only the 1991 EP Ooh I Love You Rakeem to show for it when he went to jail soon after its release. GZA's album flopped, and the two cousins became determined to conquer the hip hop industry on their own terms. Throughout most of his youth he enjoyed watching various kung-fu movies and purchasing countless albums which he would later sample in most of his music
break bread
RZA Lyrics
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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]
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
[Jammie Sommers]
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 why'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
'cause, 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
'cause A is for Apple and J is for Jack
And most of why'all bitches ain't go no hair in the back
And ya tracks is wack
The song "Break Bread" by RZA feat. Jamie Sommers talks about their ability to keep up with the obstacles thrown at them and rise above them. They use metaphors such as "break bread" to represent how they deal with others, emphasizing that it's important to always strive for equality. The opening lines by Jamie talk about saving people in traumatic situations, while RZA's verses are more focused on his lyrical skills and being able to outdo his opponents.
Jamie's lines about studying all true reality and the righteous God degree showcase her intelligence and wisdom, while RZA's explicit lyrics show his confidence and skill at rapping. They both talk about their ability to deal with tough situations, whether it's battling someone in a rap battle or dealing with the harsh realities of life.
Overall, the song is a powerful message of strength and perseverance, with both artists using their own unique styles to convey the message.
Line by Line Meaning
Yo save John Bennett, trauma John Bell
I'm here to save the day and help those in need of saving, just like John Bennett and John Bell.
Lace stay in my equality, mic oddessey
I'm all about equal treatment and opportunities for all, and I'll express that through my musical journey.
Judy Plum, ghetto tag on the drum
I rep the streets and honor the hood through my music, and I'll make sure my beats reflect that.
Nestle in the glass, I was plunged, double-edged tongue
I'm like a double-edged sword, I can be gentle and harsh at the same time, and I'm taking a sip of life with everything it has to offer.
Pearly handle, scroll Brooklyn, we bouncin, commercial keep lookin
I've got this music game handled with finesse, rep Brooklyn hard, and doing it regardless of industry standards telling me otherwise.
Pussy tight ginger, turn rough cats to cringers
My prowess can turn even the toughest dudes soft and weak.
Make him surrender is car and legal tender
I've got the skills and authority to make anyone give up their car or cash, legally or not.
Sunshine on time, manifest all time 'tween beams
I'm bringing the good vibes and shining bright at all times, and I manifest positivity between the moments of life.
because I study all true reality, sculpted by my Wallabees
Through studying the real world and its complexities, I can express it all through my unique style and vibe, nurtured by my trusty, classic Wallabees.
Study righteous God Degree, yo..
I've got the knowledge and wisdom that comes through studying the true divine path.
We Break Bread and deal with equality
We share and treat each other equally in this life, no matter what.
Yo check it, my break and deal with this son
Listen up, we need to handle something important right now.
Explicit lyrical orgy, you bitches smell like dead foggy hoe
My explicit, wild lyrics are like an orgy, and y'all smell like a dead, moldy hoe in comparison.
While Jammie splash you with the bottle of Giorgio
Jammie's gonna splash you with high-end perfume, just because she can.
or Chanel's No. 5, dog bitch you can't survive
Even Chanel's No. 5 can't help you survive the wrath of our rhymes and skills.
You buy and shoot some straw ride, ya tried to glide on B.O.B.B.Y.
You're buying drugs and acting all tough, but you can't compare to the greatness of B.O.B.B.Y. (Bobby Digital).
Jammie Sommers, treat her like my daughter, real niggaz want to fuck her
Jammie Sommers is like family to me, and even the real thugs out there are trying to mess with her because she's that hot.
Pass a quart of milk, crab, clam, possum, wild flower blossomin
Let's share some food and nature's bounty together, including milk, crab, clams, possum, and blooming wildflowers.
Power-you, have you gaspin for your oxygen
I've got the real power and impact, and I can make you gasp for breath and fight for your life.
Gold bra straps, fine pointed, purple star Gaps
I'm all about the flashy and luxurious fashion, such as gold bra straps and purple star Gaps.
Cowboy boots and tastle, with the straw hat
I complete my dope style with cowboy boots, tassels, and a straw hat.
You derelict hoes, we fuck why'all without pullin down our clothes
You lowly, abandoned ladies are no match for us, and we can have our way with you without even taking off our clothes.
While your nigga wish to lick Jammie Sommers' toes
Your man wishes he could just lay a hand (or tongue) on Jammie Sommers.
Imaginate, you best to go home son and masturbate
You should just go home and get busy with yourself, cause you're no match for us.
or put your ten dollars up and buy the fat tape
Just pony up some money and buy our tape, cause you won't be disappointed.
Yo, a hundred thousand, two hundred and fifty cash
We're talking about some serious cash money here, like $250,000.
Yo now, watch Miss Sommers, shake that ass
Let's all take a moment to appreciate Jammie Sommers' amazing booty shaking skills.
Yo, you love the way my brother splash
You can't deny how amazing my production and beats are.
Chain reaction keep you puzzled
My amazing beats and skills leave you in awe and constantly yearning for more.
Mouth muscle, card shuffle, belt buckle
I've got the skills with my mouth and my hands, and I'm ready to show it all off.
Jammie S'll never kiss ass after I close a deal
I'll never compromise my integrity or self-respect, even after closing an important deal.
You best to believe this rap shit I say is for real
Don't doubt any of my rhymes, cause everything I say is 100% legit and real.
A lot of why'all bitches be good earners with two out
Many of y'all ladies out there are good at making money, but that's about it.
Take too many chances, chillin with niggaz, lampin
Y'all take too many risks and hang out with the wrong kind of people, just chill out.
Profilin, wildin, Jammie hung with the realty smilin
I'm always looking good and hanging out with the best, real people, including the wealthy and successful ones.
Takin shots at Louie the thirteenth, and tie you up
Let's take some shots and have fun with some fancy, high-end liquor, and then tie you up.
bathed in Sheik, so you could watch your man beat his meat
I'm so classy, I even have a bathtub full of expensive fragrance oil for you to enjoy while watching your man masturbate.
'cause, uh, lodi dodi, I got the body
I'm the best, most beautiful, and most talented around, and I've got the body to prove it.
And tutti fruiti, I got the booty
I'm sweet and fruity, and I've got a great butt to boot.
I shake, my rump, all in ya face
I'll shake my butt right in your face, and you'll love it.
Make a bitch tie my sneaker lace
I'm so cool, even other women serve me and tie my shoelaces.
'cause A is for Apple and J is for Jack
I'm smart and witty, and I know my ABCs.
And most of why'all bitches ain't go no hair in the back
And most of y'all ladies don't have any hair in your backside, if you know what I mean.
And ya tracks is wack
Let's face it, your rhymes and tracks suck.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group
Written by: DENNIS DAVID COLES, ROBERT F. DIGGS, T. SHIVERS
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