F
Rythm and Rhyme Lyrics


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Yea.. aiyyo Uncle Pat, turn up the beat just a lil' more for me bruh
Yea.. [imitating the beat]
This sound like Frankenstein's baby, yea

[Verse One]
Busta Rhymes! You know we live and in color (color)
Shit butter hot, but just a little mo' gutter (gutter)
Smash shit regularly, word to my mother
Show love for the bitches and put it down for my brudda (brudda)
Hot butter funk make it rain, close the shutter - violate
Catch it from one of my bitches, boxcutter (cutter)
Ahh, articulate! Feels so great
that I can bless my niggaz with shit they appreciate ('ciate)
No jive y'all niggaz can take a nosedive
Shit so live bitches wanna give me a high five (five)
UNGHHH! Fuck it, it is a must we hold grands
Get with the program and fuck bitches who love to hold (hands)
Foul shit, way out of order
Fuck shit up leave bitches hot and sweaty drippin buckets of water (water)
Disorderly conduct, will erupt
When the live shit come on niggaz do what they wanna (wanna)
Aight bitches, now show yo' asses

[Chorus]
The shit we droppin be sure to get y'all movin (get the fuck up)
We keep it poppin, feel how gangsta the loop is (we keep it boppin)
(we keep it gangsta muh'fucka)
And it ain't no stoppin the way that we gon' do this
Now what you want me to say? Say you ain't fuckin with me-ahhhhhhh
(what the fuck, c'mon)

[Verse Two]
Huh, you see I got so much new hot shit stored
Got you givin me an award, floored a couple on the come up
Stretched a few, put 'em flat on they back
And laid 'em stiffer than a board, the way I make my niggaz applaud
My price tag, just to show up the shit
Might be somethin you can't afford
Make you say the Lord is my shepherd, how we astonish
Move forward on novice niggaz like Cedric Ceballos with a hot song
Now niggaz know we rock on, cock-strong
All y'all niggaz is straight popcorn, AHH!
Talk the trash, comin forth get past lie duke
Pass shorty with the big horse ass (ASS)
Now ain't no stoppin how we comin full blast
Mix the fire with gas, that's how we put it on smash (smash)
No lie, never deny - so hot we cook the shit well done
just like a deep fish fry; UNNNGHH, snap crackle and pop
What we drop and how we keep shit comin
How we maneuver so fly (fly), so high is where we gon' take it
Controllin the land, controllin the sea
Now we control the whole sky; perhaps make niggaz collapse
Make bitches shake they shit to the floor
And feel the soul up in my raps and your face is the gutter we slap
Make you crash all in your whip when you drive
I hope your seatbelt's strapped, aight niggaz! Now throw yo' hands up..

[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]




Yeah, this sound like.. the music to Frankenberry or some shit
The fuckin.. groovy ghoulies and friends or somethin [laughing]

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Busta Rhymes' verse in Rythm and Rhyme's song F are dynamic, lively, and contain a plethora of cultural references. Rhymes plays with words with great precision, as demonstrated by the internal rhymes and consonance present in the lyrics. The song seems to be about the greatness of the performers and their music, as they promise to keep the audience moving with their pop-infused beats. Rhymes starts his verse off by mentioning how he and his colleagues are "live and in color," which could be a nod to the phrase often used in early television to emphasize the novelty of seeing figures in color. He then goes on to contrast their hot and poppy sound with a little bit of grit and grime, describing it as "a little mo' gutter." Rhymes flexes his articulation and delivery, emphasizing his skill in creating music that is both popular and well-respected by his audience.


Rhymes has a great ear for rhythm and flow, which he demonstrates in the second half of his verse. The lyrics become increasingly complex, yet are delivered with an almost effortless grace as he drops numerous references to pop culture and history. He talks about his price tag, which is too expensive for some, and likens it not to regular expenditures but instead to a transaction of art. He continues with a comparison to the basketball player Cedric Ceballos, noting that his music moves towards success much like Ceballos towards a slam-dunk. Towards the end of his verse, Rhymes reminds listeners of the unique impact of his music, which has both the ability to make the audience move physically and feel the emotion of the lyrics.


Overall, Rhymes' verse in F showcases his skill as both a wordsmith and a performer. His lyrics are intricate and well-crafted, complementing the upbeat and infectious pop sound of the music they accompany.


Line by Line Meaning

Yea.. aiyyo Uncle Pat, turn up the beat just a lil' more for me bruh
Begging the DJ to play louder music


Yea.. [imitating the beat] This sound like Frankenstein's baby, yea
Identifying the sound of the music with an imaginative, monstrous figurative speech


Busta Rhymes! You know we live and in color (color)
Greetings from Busta Rhymes who is lively and energetic


Shit butter hot, but just a little mo' gutter (gutter)
The music is provocative, raw and unrestrained


Smash shit regularly, word to my mother
Aggressively verbalizing his intention to dominate the music industry


Show love for the bitches and put it down for my brudda (brudda)
Acknowledging and appreciating relationships with women and close friends


Hot butter funk make it rain, close the shutter - violate
The music is so hot that it can intoxicate and drive his audience wild


Catch it from one of my bitches, boxcutter (cutter)
Sometimes his relationships with women can be violent and dangerous


Ahh, articulate! Feels so great that I can bless my niggaz with shit they appreciate ('ciate)
Expressing the pleasure he gets from creating great music that his fans enjoy


No jive y'all niggaz can take a nosedive Shit so live bitches wanna give me a high five (five)
The music is so amazing that everyone wants to dance and celebrate


UNGHHH! Fuck it, it is a must we hold grands Get with the program and fuck bitches who love to hold (hands)
It is essential to pursue wealth, and not focus on limited romantic relationships


Foul shit, way out of order Fuck shit up leave bitches hot and sweaty drippin buckets of water (water)
Anticipating overwhelming and thrilling outcomes


Disorderly conduct, will erupt When the live shit come on niggaz do what they wanna (wanna)
The music is inciting and encourages wild and unrestrained behaviour


Aight bitches, now show yo' asses
Asking the listeners to dance provocatively


The shit we droppin be sure to get y'all movin (get the fuck up) We keep it poppin, feel how gangsta the loop is (we keep it boppin) (we keep it gangsta muh'fucka) And it ain't no stoppin the way that we gon' do this Now what you want me to say? Say you ain't fuckin with me-ahhhhhhh (what the fuck, c'mon)
The song is full of electrifying and catchy rhythms that will make the audience dance along


Huh, you see I got so much new hot shit stored Got you givin me an award, floored a couple on the come up Stretched a few, put 'em flat on they back And laid 'em stiffer than a board, the way I make my niggaz applaud
He boasts of having an endless supply of new, viral music that has been incredibly successful


My price tag, just to show up the shit Might be somethin you can't afford
His brand is powerful and expensive


Make you say the Lord is my shepherd, how we astonish Move forward on novice niggaz like Cedric Ceballos with a hot song
People will be extremely surprised by the impact of his music that even beginners in the industry will feel overwhelmed.


Now niggaz know we rock on, cock-strong All y'all niggaz is straight popcorn, AHH!
His music is superior to other musicians, and he expresses this through vivid imagery


Talk the trash, comin forth get past lie duke Pass shorty with the big horse ass (ASS)
He is confident enough to overcome any obstacle or challenge in the music industry


Now ain't no stoppin how we comin full blast Mix the fire with gas, that's how we put it on smash (smash)
The song is explosive and full of energy


No lie, never deny - so hot we cook the shit well done just like a deep fish fry; UNNNGHH, snap crackle and pop
The music is sizzling and stimulating, comparable to well-cooked fish


What we drop and how we keep shit comin How we maneuver so fly (fly), so high is where we gon' take it Controllin the land, controllin the sea Now we control the whole sky; perhaps make niggaz collapse Make bitches shake they shit to the floor And feel the soul up in my raps and your face is the gutter we slap Make you crash all in your whip when you drive I hope your seatbelt's strapped, aight niggaz! Now throw yo' hands up..
The music is overwhelming, and he believes that his audience will feel an intense, out-of-body experience.


Yeah, this sound like.. the music to Frankenberry or some shit The fuckin.. groovy ghoulies and friends or somethin [laughing]
Expressing playful amusement about how the music sounds like it comes from a fun, spooky cartoon.




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