Lyrical Breakdown of Renaissance Rap 2014 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Renaissance Rap 2014" 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 "Renaissance Rap 2014" 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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{*imitating Marley Marl} I don't care who first or who last I just know y'all betta rock dis at da drop of a dime, baby! (Renaissance...) I don't care what chy'all say or what chy'all do But you got to be finished befo' the music is through... I don't think they heard me, hold up. .So here we go, now It be the +Midnight Maurader+ on the scene Geographically earthed in a place called Queens I was formed with my principles, way I displayed When I used to cool out where all the other kids played Cause I was way too ill, I would hone my skill Go out in the park and let my chemicals spill Right there, on Farmers Boulevard, I made my mark Two dudes, brothers would dip from us, me, and NARCS And then my, legend would grow on the A-train line Where rappers would gather to see my blowin nicks and dimes It was me, Big, Pete, Tanya, and Sa-{?} When in the heat of the cypher, I was not liable For all the casualties of the dutty MCs' I split the train car like Moses did the Red Sea Get it in ya head, we gon' rock the dead Night of the living MCs', the weak ones fled C'mon Bus. Yo, yo, God body, wise intellegence Smack niggas and wrestle with elephants My beloved respect my benevolence Comin like missles, the issue is this Be the shit you can't rebel against Then I sniff out you niggas that be hidin in bushes - whassup? And strangle niggas like poisonous octopuses - shut the fuck up! Back with hazardous weathers and blizzards As I spit, stickin out my tongue like an iguana lizard At you corny niggas, Animal Planet rap, Wildlife Stabbin you in yo' back wild nice (Ahhhh!) While I hunt and eat you niggas like food, leavin you bleedin BEATS - rattle the speakers, like some buffalo stampedin If you don't understand what I'm sayin Lyrically I'm like goons acci-DENTALLY beatin you like gorillas playin (Ha ha!) Bitches know when I spit, I be seducin 'em Countless money with diamonds that's buried in Jerusalem The Renaissance {*imitating Marley Marl} WHOOO, that Busta Rhymes right there I don'- look like sendin Raekwon in here Where Raekwon at?? Aiyyo, aiyyo, squeezin Johnny Walker neck up in the Benzo freezin The head-long cock block pumpin is easy Poison medals on my neck wrists and arms Louie luggages is bronze, a big bag of D, Happy Kwanz' Together we the Chi-Lites to twists of the O'Jays One line from miss'll have you leanin like roach spray Poison up on holstery, my boys in Mrs., our choice Booklyn, Shaolin whylin in the Royces Old Gold at the Golden Globes, my robe hitin the cement Chef in the buildin, yep and he been A thousand one goons at the Rumba Certified clients, drug money and sum'thin up giants Yo, it's the Tarzan cocaine clan in the area Guerrillas in Louie hats, the more, the merrier Take mines, take a hunnid nines We be runnin out of rhymes, never bullets Try to front and you mines Renaissance... (WHOOOOOOOOOO-WHEEE!!!) *clears throat* A-go off... Let me spaz, let me spaz (c'mon) Though they call me Weezy F., you gon let me pass So ahead of my time with my next week ass Money on the dinner table like let's eat cash And I do it for the killers and the hunnid dolla billas And from now on, I don't think you should stunt without a million - Dollars in the bank, I got money in the bank Now throw yo' hands in the air if yo' pussy don't stank You got a bullet and a shank, I got a bullet and a tank I got fur, in my boots, and the hoody on the minks Stop sweatin me, you should follow me, I'm directin it Other fools break it down, I be dissectin it EVER since I made it up out of middle America Everybody wanna be in my genital area But you better stay away from my chemical barrier Weezy, baby, straight out the Cesarean, nigga (What's it called man?) Oh yeah...(Hah?) "Renaissance Rap" MAN, I ain't gon give y'all my microphone no more! Cause y'all tear it up when you get it Lemme see who you have Now, you have Q-Tip, you have Busta Rhymes You have Raekwon the Chef, you had Lil Wayne on here Man, I ain't givin y'all my microphone no mo' Cause y'all tear it up when you get it I just said, get a lil' somethin before the beats GO...[*echoes*]