Busta Rhymes - You Can't Hold the TorchLyrics

[Busta Rhymes] Yeah It's funny how the game change, right? Shit feel all different Y'all niggas complaining left and right about how the game feel all fucked up Niggas only been talking like that since we been sitting out the game I think the game need us Kamal, let's talk to them niggas Huh! [Q-Tip] So many nights were spent pondering Wondering how we gon' come again My golden rule is not to focus on the fame game In retrospect, the game ain't the same man 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, letting money pass me I doubt that, and niggas from the bottom now Pumping 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 bleeding The analogy is clear To all of my peers, I'm a motherfucking vet Don't mean to disrespect, cause [Chorus 1: Q-Tip (Chauncey Black) {Busta Rhymes}] "I write rhymes, I write checks" (It's clear) Bust, Hey yo what happened to the (love) For the game (love) for the music (I need realness in my life) Hey yo these niggas in the game don't sound the same Bust, these niggas in the game don't sound the same Hey yo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a classic} Hey yo what happened? {These niggas can't hold the torch, so why pass it} [Busta Rhymes] Hey yo, I ain't bringing they names up These niggas sound trash, straight fouling the game up Need to change up (change up) sound so trash When I see 'em feel like breaking they frame up DuPont registry, talking 'bout somebody else cars Motherfuckers better step up your bars Instead of frontin in the game like niggas 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 niggas to improve, you should be happy I made it Here to rep the game fully, change my style like the weather Giving you niggas new shit to make the game feel better I'm saying, I cook in the kitchen and we make the thoughts connect You forced to humble yourself, give me my big respect You hurting the game when your shit sound off ya know A legend in this shit that's why I move like a boss ya know You better be tight, cause you can get tossed fo' sho' Y'all niggas know whassup, I come correct with money long cause I [Chorus 2: Busta Rhymes (Chauncey Black) {Q-Tip}] "I write rhymes, I write checks" (It's clear) Tip, Hey yo what happened to the (love) For the game (love) for the music (I need realness in my life) Hey yo these niggas in the game don't sound the same Yo, these niggas in the game don't sound the same Hey yo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a classic} Hey yo what happened? {These niggas can't hold the torch, so why pass it} [Q-Tip & {Busta}] Oh my God, they a (uh) come riding around Some (uh) old dream and they (uh) can't get down They (uh) looking around outside of themselves And they {huh} saying things that ain't really themselves And they {haha} keep fucking regurgitating 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, Hey yo (uh-huh) Then drop the bomb shit to step up the pressure, ya know? (huh!) I'm tired of niggas complaining how the game changed You niggas should step up your game, cause you sound strange That's why you ain't selling no records, check the SoundScan In this rap shit I command respect motherfucker cause I [Chorus 2] [Q-Tip & {Busta Rhymes}] Hey yo these niggas in the game don't sound the same Bust, these niggas in the game don't sound the same Hey yo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a classic} Hey yo what happened? {These niggas can't hold the torch, so why pass it}