You Can’t Hold The Torch – Busta Rhymes
(Busta Rhymes)
Yeah
It’s funny how the game change, right? Hehe
Sh_t feel all different
Y’all n_ggaz complainin left and right about how the game feel all f_cked up
N_ggaz only been talkin like that since we been sittin out the game
I think the game need us Kamaal, let’s talk to them n_ggaz
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 n_ggaz 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_ckin vet
Don’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 n_ggaz in the game don’t sound the same
Bust, these n_ggaz 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 n_ggaz can’t hold the torch, so why pass it}
(Busta Rhymes)
Aiyyo, I ain’t bringin they names up
These n_ggaz 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_ckers better step up your bars
Instead of frontin in the game like n_ggaz really are stars
Like we ain’t seein through the bullsh_t, we know who you are
I’m like a blessing to the game when your sh_t sound dated
I force n_ggaz to improve, you should be happy I made it
Here to rep the game fully, change my style like the weather
Givin you n_ggaz 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 n_ggaz 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 n_ggaz in the game don’t sound the same
Yo, these n_ggaz 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 n_ggaz 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 f_ckin regurgitatin the same script
Same hoes, same blow, same glock clip {ha}
Same drug strip, what the f_ck is this? (uh)
C’mon y’all, raise the bar on this body, sh_t
(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 sh_t to step up the pressure, y’know? (huh!)
I’m tired of n_ggaz complainin how the game changed
You n_ggaz 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_cker cause I
(Chorus Two)
(Outro: Q-Tip) + {Busta Rhymes}
Aiyyo these n_ggaz in the game don’t sound the same
Bust, these n_ggaz 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 n_ggaz can’t hold the torch, so why pass it}
