Lyrical Breakdown of Master Farad Muhammed - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Master Farad Muhammed" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Busta Rhymes weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Master Farad Muhammed" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Busta Rhymes employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Busta Rhymes's narrative.

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Have mercy for the spirits still prayin' for me Times are hard so forgive me if I smell funny Sleeping in cars, it be real with no hotel money Louis Vuitton, you just get it 'cause your man want it Pictures and captures let me know that you ain't tell somethin' Middle school, bitches used to call me Bruce Bruce Now it's stretch Maybachs in the coupes too (Maybachs) Like jewels, I'm just tryna pack a deuce deuce Diplomats, Arabic how I'm makin' my moves Road to riches, fuckin' bitches in my favorite shoes She thought I had a seizure, told her April fools Fuck a lawsuit, bitch I'm tryna make the news Master Mohammed sold silk goin' door to door Givin' knowledge to the brothers that wanted more We a nation of brothers such a wonderful force Go straight to the Quran if you wanted source I know God so proud, you becoming the boss Cold world with the flows, keep a nigga wrong We was sleepin' on the floors when they used to storm I just wanna get a home for my only mom This a dream to make her proud of her only son This a dream to make her proud of her only son Make her proud of her only son This a dream to make her proud of her only son And I'm number one (Maybach) Look at my Piguet yo, it's about that time Light sparkle off my jewelry, it's about that shine Money bust out of every pocket, it's about that grind A schoolin' dude, especially when a nigga third eye blind Can't give a fuck about what's yours Only concerned about mine's, nigga They steerin' like all of this hypnosis it's heavy If looks could kill, I'd probably die countless deaths already Gillette razor sharp shooter, shootin' star like a comet Swag gave birth to millions like Master Fard Muhammad boss Lookin' relaxed like I don't wanna be bothered I thank God for the blessings of past pages I journey through a jungle aligned, so unscathed Until I speakin' tongues when I visit my aunt's grave And hustle like a genius with strength of my mans slave It gets deeper while singing this praise, walk with me now I bless the hood while I keep 'em them harder Unconditional love is a daughters love for a father In dream flying through the clouds on the planes that I charter And documented moments, time becomin' a martyr While I merge through corporations expandin' a little larger now For the sole purpose, my people can all eat Through the desperate folks, occupying at Wall Street But I'm torn in the studio, givin' you all heat And their ignorance is bliss, busy sayin' they born street On their hands and knees just like they walkin' on four feet Damn, look what they really turnin' us into A savage smellin' blood while malfunctionin' in the mental With baggage through the mud that they draggin' until they settle I ration up success when I'm sniffin' a rose petal If you violate the truth, your body with feel the metal Listen to these words with the power to fuel rockets Just in the same time it's so perfect for me drop this It's getting to the point where they beggin' the kid to stop it It's hard to honor such requests when you're bathin' in profit Witness shit I said that's come to pass they calling my prophet, lord Special how I touch the people when I'm speakin' So precious like a moment of watchin' a baby sleepin' Infectious like opponents that's always catchin' a beatin' From journeys that I travel and missions I be completin' Put the mic down and leave it with mama for safe keepin' Hahahaha, wow wow (wow) Let me hear that shit again, son Take notes! Write it down, get a pad Learn, motherfuckers, learn from a god emcee Ain't too many left That's right, there's only a few out there, y'all Motherfucker, everybody talkin' 'bout Busta Rhymes Bussa-Bust, a man you trust In Bust we trust Ashes to ashes and dust to dust The only nigga we trust is Bussa-Buss