You Can't Hold The Torch (Album Version (Explicit)) - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | You Can't Hold The Torch (Album Version (Explicit)) - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Busta Rhymes |
| Artist | Chauncey Black |
| Artist | Q;indivi |
| Artist | Tip |
| Album | The Big Bang |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Fareed, Riperton, Rudolph ... | |
| (feat. Chauncey Black, Q-Tip) [Busta Rhymes] | |
| Yeah It's funny how the game change, right? | |
| Hehe Shit feel all different | |
| Y'all niggaz complainin left and right about how the game feel all ****ed 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! [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 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'****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 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} [Busta Rhymes] | |
| 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'****ers 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 shit 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 shit 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 shit sound off y'know | |
| A legend in this shit 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 [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 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} [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 ****in regurgitatin the same script | |
| Same hoes, same blow, same glock clip {ha} | |
| Same drug strip, what the **** 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 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 shit | |
| I command respect muh'****er cause | |
| I [Chorus Two] [Outro: Q-Tip + {Busta Rhymes}] | |
| 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} [echoes] |
| zuo ci : Fareed, Riperton, Rudolph ... | |
| feat. Chauncey Black, QTip Busta Rhymes | |
| Yeah It' s funny how the game change, right? | |
| Hehe Shit feel all different | |
| Y' all niggaz complainin left and right about how the game feel all ed 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! QTip | |
| 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' in vet | |
| Don' t mean to disrespect, cause Chorus One: QTip 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 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 Busta Rhymes | |
| 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' ers 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 shit 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 shit 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 shit sound off y' know | |
| A legend in this shit 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 Chorus Two: Busta Rhymes Chauncey Black QTip " 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 QTip 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 in regurgitatin the same script | |
| Same hoes, same blow, same glock clip ha | |
| Same drug strip, what the is this? uh | |
| C' mon y' all, raise the bar on this body, shit Busta Rhymes | |
| You sound stagnant, need to progress and grow uhhuh | |
| Upgrade your punchlines, progress the flow uhhuh | |
| Get your concepts and lyrics together, aiyyo uhhuh | |
| Then drop the bomb shit 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 shit | |
| I command respect muh' er cause | |
| I Chorus Two Outro: QTip Busta Rhymes | |
| 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 echoes |
| zuò cí : Fareed, Riperton, Rudolph ... | |
| feat. Chauncey Black, QTip Busta Rhymes | |
| Yeah It' s funny how the game change, right? | |
| Hehe Shit feel all different | |
| Y' all niggaz complainin left and right about how the game feel all ed 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! QTip | |
| 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' in vet | |
| Don' t mean to disrespect, cause Chorus One: QTip 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 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 Busta Rhymes | |
| 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' ers 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 shit 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 shit 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 shit sound off y' know | |
| A legend in this shit 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 Chorus Two: Busta Rhymes Chauncey Black QTip " 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 QTip 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 in regurgitatin the same script | |
| Same hoes, same blow, same glock clip ha | |
| Same drug strip, what the is this? uh | |
| C' mon y' all, raise the bar on this body, shit Busta Rhymes | |
| You sound stagnant, need to progress and grow uhhuh | |
| Upgrade your punchlines, progress the flow uhhuh | |
| Get your concepts and lyrics together, aiyyo uhhuh | |
| Then drop the bomb shit 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 shit | |
| I command respect muh' er cause | |
| I Chorus Two Outro: QTip Busta Rhymes | |
| 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 echoes |
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