Royal Fam is a Wu-Tang Clan affiliated group based in New York City, New Yo… Read Full Bio ↴Royal Fam is a Wu-Tang Clan affiliated group based in New York City, New York with a seemingly flexible roster that debuted in 1995, centered around the omnipresent three of Timbo King, Dark Denim and Mikey Jarrett Jr. (of whom Timbo King is the defacto leader). A lot of confusion has existed over the exact members of this group. It was even suggested that Popa Wu was once a member. Early radio freestyles featuring Royal Fam featured some unknown artists. Two of which were Roc and Jahrule (not of the Murder Inc.) - both were present on the track "Army Brickaid" from Royal Fam's unofficial debut release. Timbo King has made mention that the Royal Fam consists of mainly 3 members, himself, Dark Ages & Malachi and Y-Kim the Ill Figure as the producer with featuring or introducing others, which have not been mentioned, certainly the presence of Roc and Ja Rule would support this statement.

Timbo King is undoubtedly the group's main MC handling the majority of rhyming duties. Dreddy Kruger has also made a number of Wu-Tang album appearances. Dark Denim released a solo track early in his career called "Doin' Our Thang" featuring Lord Smooth, under the name Dark Ages.

Early in their inception, an album called "Black Castle" was rumoured to have been recorded, and was to be jointly distributed by Capitol Records and Wu-Tang Records. The album even had a "catalogue number", a right which is reserved only for completed albums, EP's or singles. This would suggest some truth to this mystery, but as yet, only a handful of tracks from this supposed album has been released.

In early 2000, copies of a Royal Fam album, "Yesterday, Today Iz Tomorrow", was released in Europe and was subsequently made available worldwide, without the knowledge and consent of the group itself. Y-Kim has promised to release the album officially. "Days, Months, Yearz" was released but is very rare and hard to come across CD. Around 2006, Nature Sound Records geared up to release the long lost "Black Castle" as presented by Timbo King but the album got shelved due to unknown reasons with only promos released to DJs, promoters and so on.

The group have also gone under the name Royal Famous.

Members (Past and Present):

- Benny Boom
- Dark Denim (aka Dark Ages, Dark Knight)
- Dreddy Kruger (aka Dutch Master)
- Jahrule
- Mighty Jarrett (aka Malachi, Mighty Jarrad)
- Q-Base (aka the Royal Visar)
- Roc
- Stoneface (aka ShaRecka)
- Timbo King (aka King Tymel, Timbuktu, Bo King)
- Y-Kim the Ill Figure

DISCOGRAPHY:

Summin' Gotz To Give bw/ I Declare War (1995)
Yesterday, Today, Iz Tomorrow (2000)
Years Months Dayz (2004)
Black Castle (2006)

Army Brickaid
Royal Fam Lyrics

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(feat. Jahrule, ROC, Timbo King, True Master)

[Timbo King]
Army brigade, guns, grenades, fuck a parade
A dirty blade pierces your skin, you search for aid
Medical, Royal goverment, the federal
Knight to King-Bishop 3, my move is jettin you
It's actual, a scientist that's graftin you

What you think? That's the question that I'm asking you
Bomb material, you die from the radiation
Royal Fam/Ill Base, what? Affiliation
Collision, crashing niggaz like a test dummy
Accident/meant to happen, you rest ugly
Dressed in armorment, fight like barbarians
Slaughtering heads, we got connections with the aliens
Royal, down to Earth like soil
Four-fifty farenheit, I make the mic boil

[Dark Denims]
My raps slaughter everything just like Jemel the poet
Bring the light, I be the king to knight when I swing the mic
You grow wings of flight like Nike Airs
Beware, I might tear through your right ear with a nightmare
Grow white hairs on your cranium cuz I'm draining 'em
Stainin 'em, steel is titanium
Brutalize computer guys that utilize the distics
Snap their necks like dipsticks for wearing lipsticks
Blends quick like defence, sylabbles in sequence
Intents to bomb police precincts
Forceful instructor, reality conductor
Puncture the structure of corruptors
Lyrical master, I blast until your disaster
Faster than Nasa, get ghost like Casper
After that, flip off tracks like an acrobat
Phat raps thats cleaner than clothes out of a laundry mat
Me and Timbo leave rappers in limbo
Vocal crescendo blows your style out the window
Damn, brothas is foul like spoilled ham
Oil grams, the Royal Fam eating up your ground like the oil man

[True Master]
When you least expect is when I attack
Infact, your format is not yet suitable for combat
Still desendent factions in the kingdom
Campaign desperate attempts to take you freedoms
Emphatically, wack stratagies don't impress me
Impulsiveness'll bring a fucking tragedy, test me
Descent to the essence quickly, niggaz strictly flip
Fuckin with this royal assembly, his majesty summoned me
The Chief Administrator of the Law
True Master of this hardcore Art of War
I explore the depths of conflict with no pretense
Found the best strategy, the most aggressive defense
So when you rush to attack, it be I to crush your force
And exhaust your supplies, don't send for reinforcements
Give orders for men to maintain they respective borders
Or it's a god damn slaughter

[Stoneface]
Yo, my technical terms is like bacterial germs
Simpirials learned, gats get serious burns
You managed the damage, lyrical skills left your brain banished
Your soul vanished, but your body's on the same planet
Down some foruty's, hoodies, fatugies, Timbs and shorties
Buttoned up Tommy's, captured your boat low and naughty
The life I'm living, giving material religions
Slugs in vision, not a nasty but fast dicision
Sleek, we creap, tight, deep like a coalition
They'll be more visions, the specialists, medics, morticians
I hit your business, get your position an attorney
I'm on this journey, heaven or hell don't concern me
Walk through your mental, cancel styles with magnetic weapons
Kenetic sinister, minister of theories and epics
My flow's wet like oral sex in a skin flick
Mack ten's flip, advantage, flip and start to trim shit
Your rim's split, gat, big pump, you have to
Bullets passing the draft, blasting one, will catch you

Minds deserted, kick rhymes, nines is bursting
Crimes rehearsing, drop shot, cops in hearses

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Royal Fam's song Army Brickaid are a reflection of the group's aggressive and hard-hitting rap style. The song opens with Timbo King's verse, which talks about the power of the army brigade, guns, and grenades. He also highlights the various ways in which the government and the army oppress people. The verse ends with Timbo King's declaration that he intends to make his moves to beat his opponents in a game of chess.

Dark Denim's verse takes over from there and mentions how his raps are so powerful that they can slaughter everything. He then turns his attention to those who use technology and claims that he can brutalize them quickly, that he punctures the structure of "corruptors." True Master follows by warning against complacency and encouraging aggressive defense to crush the enemy's force. The chorus uses a military analogy, stating that they are an army moving in force.

Stoneface's verse is the final one, and he reinforces the aggressive language and themes of the rest of the song. He talks about guns and bullet-ridden battles, and how he kick rhymes, while crime and violence are rehearsed. The whole song is a reflection of the aggressive and hard-hitting rap style of the group, showing their power and determination in the face of oppression.

Line by Line Meaning

Army brigade, guns, grenades, fuck a parade
We don't need a parade to show off our weapons, our army is equipped with deadly guns and grenades.

A dirty blade pierces your skin, you search for aid
Our weapons are capable of inflicting serious injury, and you'll be left looking for medical help if you cross us.

Bomb material, you die from the radiation
We have access to deadly explosives that can not only kill you but also leave you suffering from radiation poisoning.

Four-fifty farenheit, I make the mic boil
My rap is so hot that it can make the microphone boil at 450 degrees Fahrenheit.

Growing white hairs on your cranium cuz I'm draining 'em
My rhymes are so potent that they can cause you to experience intense stress and anxiety, leading to premature graying of the hair.

Lyrical master, I blast until your disaster
As a skilled rapper, my lyrics are powerful enough to destroy you completely.

When you least expect is when I attack
I strike when you're vulnerable and least prepared.

Campaign desperate attempts to take your freedoms
There are groups out there who are trying to take away your rights and freedoms, and we're here to fight against them.

Impulsiveness'll bring a fucking tragedy, test me
If you try to act impulsively against me, you'll only end up causing a disaster.

Give orders for men to maintain they respective borders
To prevent unnecessary conflict, people should respect each other's boundaries and not encroach upon them.

Your soul vanished, but your body's on the same planet
Our weapons can destroy your soul, leaving you a shell of your former self, but you'll still be alive on the same planet.

Kenetic sinister, minister of theories and epics
I'm a master of kinetic energy and utilize it in sinister ways, as well as being well-versed in theories and epic storytelling.

Crimes rehearsing, drop shot, cops in hearses
We're prepared to commit crimes and take out law enforcement if necessary to accomplish our goals.

Contributed by Emily C. Suggest a correction in the comments below.

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