You Can't Hold The Torch (Album Version|Edited) - Busta Rhymes/Chauncey Black/Q-Tip

Yeah

It's funny how the game change right Hehe

Sh*t feel all different

Y'all niggaz complainin left and right about

How the game feel all f**ked 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

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'f**kin vet

Don't mean to disrespect cause

"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

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'f**kers 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 sh*t 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 sh*t 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 sh*t sound off y'know

A legend in this sh*t 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

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 f**kin regurgitatin the same script

Same hoes same blow same glock clip ha

Same drug strip what the f**k is this (uh)

C'mon y'all raise the bar on this body sh*t

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 sh*t 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 sh*t I command respect muh'f**ker cause I

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