Ultimatum
Final Fantasy Lyrics


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He's gonna win the race
With his six-string bass
You're gonna give him a chase man,
You left the devil breathless

You want him 'till I tap your tits
He's gonna caution your clits
He talked your whole cherry tree
Into growing its fruit with no pits

He's the egg that drops in your soup
He is the hand that holds the tottering scoop
His bicycle-braided beard [?]
God-d-d-damn, you prostate in fear

He's gonna win the race
With his six-string bass
He's gonna summon the hounds now
Here they come now, without a sound now

The saxophone swallowed its reed
As the drummer ran out in the lead
The piano fell on its back
As the singer fell down through the cracks
See the guitar's locked in its case
As the [?] licked the face of his bass

he's the afterlife, the dark
Knocks the rainbow right out of the park





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Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Final Fantasy’s song Ultimatum are enigmatic and poetic in nature, leaving room for interpretation. In this song, the singer talks about a man who plays a six-string bass and is so skilled that even the devil is left breathless by his talent. This man is so captivating that he lures the attention away from the listener towards himself. He talks to the listener's 'whole cherry tree' and convinces it to grow fruit without pits, which metaphorically suggests a smooth and effortless performance. The singer continues to describe this man's unique qualities, such as his ability to hold a tottering scoop with his bicycle-braided beard and prompting the listener to feel fear overcome.


The overall vibe of the song is intense and edgy, and the lyrics mostly made up of metaphors and analogies. The repetitive chorus of ‘Ultimatum’ seems like a calling to the listener to be aware of this skilled musician's abilities and to accept the art he creates. The singer's tone of voice and delivery have a commanding presence that adds to the mystery and intriguing nature of this song.


Line by Line Meaning

He's gonna win the race
He is determined to come out on top


With his six-string bass
Using his musical talent as a powerful tool


You're gonna give him a chase man,
His abilities will leave competition behind


You left the devil breathless
His skill caused great awe and wonderment


You want him 'till I tap your tits
You will be infatuated until reality hits


He's gonna caution your clits
He will be careful with your emotions


He talked your whole cherry tree
He influenced you to bear fruit


Into growing its fruit with no pits
Without any flaws or difficulties


He's the egg that drops in your soup
The unexpected addition that changes everything


He is the hand that holds the tottering scoop
Steadying the precarious situation


His bicycle-braided beard [?]
A unique characteristic that sets him apart


God-d-d-damn, you prostate in fear
He is so impressive, it induces fear


He's gonna summon the hounds now
He's calling for support


Here they come now, without a sound now
A unified response


The saxophone swallowed its reed
Even the instruments acknowledge his power


As the drummer ran out in the lead
Others are eager to follow him


The piano fell on its back
Other talents take a back seat to him


As the singer fell down through the cracks
He outshines even the lead singer


See the guitar's locked in its case
Even the best musicians pale in comparison


As the [?] licked the face of his bass
He dominates even the most impressive instruments


He's the afterlife, the dark
He embodies the unknown and unseen


Knocks the rainbow right out of the park
He crushes even the most delightful beauty


Ultimatum, ultimatum (x10)
His power is final and undeniable




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