Lirik Lagu You Can't Hold The Torch - Busta Rhymes
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(feat. Chauncey Black, Q-Tip)
[Busta Rhymes]YeahIt's funny how the game change, right? HeheShit feel all differentY'all niggaz complainin left and right about how the game feel all fucked upNiggaz only been talkin like that since we been sittin out the gameI think the game need us Kamaal, let's talk to them niggazHuh!
[Q-Tip]So many nights were spent ponderinWonderin how we gon' come againMy golden rule is not to focus on the fame gameIn retrospect, the game ain't the same mayneThey heart and soul is dividedThey ramshack the music, no control up inside itNow - look at this, it's all stretched out and nastyBut - lettin money pass meI doubt that, and niggaz from the bottom nowPumpin hard, wind sleet hail rain or snowSo... you got to get your gate rightNo matter what, you got to treat your weight rightOn the block if you focused on greed thenNine out of ten times you be bleedinThe analogy is clearTo all of my peers, I'm a muh'fuckin vetDon't mean to disrespect, cause
[Chorus One: Q-Tip + (Chauncey Black) + {Busta Rhymes}]"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 sameBust, these niggaz in the game don't sound the sameAiyyo 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}
[Busta Rhymes]Aiyyo, I ain't bringin they names upThese niggaz sound trash, straight foulin the game upNeed to change up (change up) sound so trashWhen I see 'em feel like breakin they frame upDuPont registry, talkin 'bout somebody else carsMuh'fuckers better step up your barsInstead of frontin in the game like niggaz really are starsLike we ain't seein through the bullshit, we know who you areI'm like a blessing to the game when your shit sound datedI force niggaz to improve, you should be happy I made itHere to rep the game fully, change my style like the weatherGivin you niggaz new shit to make the game feel betterI'm sayin, I cook in the kitchen and we make the thoughts connectYou forced to humble yourself, give me my big respectYou hurtin the game when your shit sound off y'knowA legend in this shit that's why I move like a boss y'knowYou better be tight, cause you can get tossed fo' sho'Y'all niggaz know whassup, I come correct with money long cause I
[Chorus Two: Busta Rhymes + (Chauncey Black) + {Q-Tip}]"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 sameYo, these niggaz in the game don't sound the sameAiyyo 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 aroundSome (uh) old dream and they (uh) can't get downThey (uh) lookin around outside of themselvesAnd they {HUH} sayin things that ain't really themselvesAnd they {hah} keep fuckin regurgitatin the same scriptSame 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 changedYou niggaz should step up your game, cause you sound strangeThat's why you ain't sellin no records, check the SoundScainIn this rap shit I command respect muh'fucker cause I
[Chorus Two]
[Outro: Q-Tip + {Busta Rhymes}]Aiyyo these niggaz in the game don't sound the sameBust, these niggaz in the game don't sound the sameAiyyo 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]
[Busta Rhymes]YeahIt's funny how the game change, right? HeheShit feel all differentY'all niggaz complainin left and right about how the game feel all fucked upNiggaz only been talkin like that since we been sittin out the gameI think the game need us Kamaal, let's talk to them niggazHuh!
[Q-Tip]So many nights were spent ponderinWonderin how we gon' come againMy golden rule is not to focus on the fame gameIn retrospect, the game ain't the same mayneThey heart and soul is dividedThey ramshack the music, no control up inside itNow - look at this, it's all stretched out and nastyBut - lettin money pass meI doubt that, and niggaz from the bottom nowPumpin hard, wind sleet hail rain or snowSo... you got to get your gate rightNo matter what, you got to treat your weight rightOn the block if you focused on greed thenNine out of ten times you be bleedinThe analogy is clearTo all of my peers, I'm a muh'fuckin vetDon't mean to disrespect, cause
[Chorus One: Q-Tip + (Chauncey Black) + {Busta Rhymes}]"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 sameBust, these niggaz in the game don't sound the sameAiyyo 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}
[Busta Rhymes]Aiyyo, I ain't bringin they names upThese niggaz sound trash, straight foulin the game upNeed to change up (change up) sound so trashWhen I see 'em feel like breakin they frame upDuPont registry, talkin 'bout somebody else carsMuh'fuckers better step up your barsInstead of frontin in the game like niggaz really are starsLike we ain't seein through the bullshit, we know who you areI'm like a blessing to the game when your shit sound datedI force niggaz to improve, you should be happy I made itHere to rep the game fully, change my style like the weatherGivin you niggaz new shit to make the game feel betterI'm sayin, I cook in the kitchen and we make the thoughts connectYou forced to humble yourself, give me my big respectYou hurtin the game when your shit sound off y'knowA legend in this shit that's why I move like a boss y'knowYou better be tight, cause you can get tossed fo' sho'Y'all niggaz know whassup, I come correct with money long cause I
[Chorus Two: Busta Rhymes + (Chauncey Black) + {Q-Tip}]"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 sameYo, these niggaz in the game don't sound the sameAiyyo 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 aroundSome (uh) old dream and they (uh) can't get downThey (uh) lookin around outside of themselvesAnd they {HUH} sayin things that ain't really themselvesAnd they {hah} keep fuckin regurgitatin the same scriptSame 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 changedYou niggaz should step up your game, cause you sound strangeThat's why you ain't sellin no records, check the SoundScainIn this rap shit I command respect muh'fucker cause I
[Chorus Two]
[Outro: Q-Tip + {Busta Rhymes}]Aiyyo these niggaz in the game don't sound the sameBust, these niggaz in the game don't sound the sameAiyyo 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]
