Busta Rhymes - You Can't Hold The Torch lyrics

(feat. Chauncey Black, Q-Tip) [Busta Rhymes] Yeah It's funny how the game change, right? Hehe sh** feel all different Y'all n***az complainin left and right about how the game feel all f**ed up n***az 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***az 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 pa** me I doubt that, and n***az 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 an*logy is clear To all of my peers, I'm a muh'f**in 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***az in the game don't sound the same Bust, these n***az in the game don't sound the same Aiyyo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a cla**ic} Aiyyo what happened? {These n***az can't hold the torch, so why pa** it} [Busta Rhymes] Aiyyo, I ain't bringin they names up These n***az 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**ers better step up your bars Instead of frontin in the game like n***az really are stars Like we ain't seein through the bullsh**, we know who you are I'm like a blessing to the game when your sh** sound dated I force n***az to improve, you should be happy I made it Here to rep the game fully, change my style like the weather Givin you n***az new sh** 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** sound off y'know A legend in this sh** that's why I move like a boss y'know You better be tight, cause you can get tossed fo' sho' Y'all n***az know wha**up, 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***az in the game don't sound the same Yo, these n***az in the game don't sound the same Aiyyo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a cla**ic} Aiyyo what happened? {These n***az can't hold the torch, so why pa** 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**in regurgitatin the same script Same hoes, same blow, same glock clip {ha} Same drug strip, what the f** is this? (uh) C'mon y'all, raise the bar on this body, sh** [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** to step up the pressure, y'know? (huh!) I'm tired of n***az complainin how the game changed You n***az 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** I command respect muh'f**er cause I [Chorus Two] [Outro: Q-Tip + {Busta Rhymes}] Aiyyo these n***az in the game don't sound the same Bust, these n***az in the game don't sound the same Aiyyo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a cla**ic} Aiyyo what happened? {These n***az can't hold the torch, so why pa** it} [echoes]