You Can't Hold The Torch

Busta Rhymes

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    (feat. Chauncey Black, Q-Tip)

    [Busta Rhymes]
    Yeah
    It's funny how the game change, right? Hehe
    Shit feel all different
    Y'all niggaz complainin left and right about how the game feel all fucked up
    Niggaz only been talkin like that since we been sittin out the game
    I think the game need us Kamaal, let's talk to them niggaz
    Huh!

    [Q-Tip]
    So many nights were spent ponderin
    Wonderin how we gon' come again
    My golden rule is not to focus on the fame game
    In retrospect, the game ain't the same mayne
    They heart and soul is divided
    They ramshack the music, no control up inside it
    Now - look at this, it's all stretched out and nasty
    But - lettin money pass me
    I doubt that, and niggaz from the bottom now
    Pumpin hard, wind sleet hail rain or snow
    So... you got to get your gate right
    No matter what, you got to treat your weight right
    On the block if you focused on greed then
    Nine out of ten times you be bleedin
    The analogy is clear
    To all of my peers, I'm a muh'fuckin vet
    Don't mean to disrespect, cause

    [refrão um]
    "I write rhymes, I write checks"
    (It's clear) Bust, aiyyo what happened to the (love)
    For the game (love) for the music (I need realness in my life)
    Aiyyo these niggaz in the game don't sound the same
    Bust, these niggaz in the game don't sound the same
    Aiyyo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a classic}
    Aiyyo what happened? {These niggaz can't hold the torch, so why pass it}

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    [Busta Rhymes]
    Aiyyo, I ain't bringin they names up
    These niggaz sound trash, straight foulin the game up
    Need to change up (change up) sound so trash
    When I see 'em feel like breakin they frame up
    DuPont registry, talkin 'bout somebody else cars
    Muh'fuckers better step up your bars
    Instead of frontin in the game like niggaz really are stars
    Like we ain't seein through the bullshit, we know who you are
    I'm like a blessing to the game when your shit sound dated
    I force niggaz to improve, you should be happy I made it
    Here to rep the game fully, change my style like the weather
    Givin you niggaz new shit to make the game feel better
    I'm sayin, I cook in the kitchen and we make the thoughts connect
    You forced to humble yourself, give me my big respect
    You hurtin the game when your shit sound off y'know
    A legend in this shit that's why I move like a boss y'know
    You better be tight, cause you can get tossed fo' sho'
    Y'all niggaz know whassup, I come correct with money long cause I

    "I write rhymes, I write checks"
    (It's clear) Tip, aiyyo what happened to the (love)
    For the game (love) for the music (I need realness in my life)
    Aiyyo these niggaz in the game don't sound the same
    Yo, these niggaz in the game don't sound the same
    Aiyyo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a classic}
    Aiyyo what happened? {These niggaz can't hold the torch, so why pass it}

    [Q-Tip + {Busta}]
    Oh my God, they a (uh) come ridin around
    Some (uh) old dream and they (uh) can't get down
    They (uh) lookin around outside of themselves
    And they {HUH} sayin things that ain't really themselves
    And they {hah} keep fuckin regurgitatin the same script
    Same hoes, same blow, same glock clip {ha}
    Same drug strip, what the fuck is this? (uh)
    C'mon y'all, raise the bar on this body, shit

    [Busta Rhymes]
    You sound stagnant, need to progress and grow (uh-huh)
    Upgrade your punchlines, progress the flow (uh-huh)
    Get your concepts and lyrics together, aiyyo (uh-huh)
    Then drop the bomb shit to step up the pressure, y'know? (huh!)
    I'm tired of niggaz complainin how the game changed
    You niggaz should step up your game, cause you sound strange
    That's why you ain't sellin no records, check the SoundScain
    In this rap shit I command respect muh'fucker cause I

    "I write rhymes, I write checks"
    (It's clear) Tip, aiyyo what happened to the (love)
    For the game (love) for the music (I need realness in my life)
    Aiyyo these niggaz in the game don't sound the same
    Yo, these niggaz in the game don't sound the same
    Aiyyo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a classic}
    Aiyyo what happened? {These niggaz can't hold the torch, so why pass it}

    [Q-Tip + {Busta Rhymes}]
    Aiyyo these niggaz in the game don't sound the same
    Bust, these niggaz in the game don't sound the same
    Aiyyo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a classic}
    Aiyyo what happened? {These niggaz can't hold the torch, so why pass it}
    [echoes]

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