Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Can't Hold The Torch, artist - Busta Rhymes. Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
You Can't Hold The Torch |
| 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 fucked 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! |
| 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’fuckin vet |
| Don’t mean to disrespect, cause |
| + (Chauncey Black) + |
| «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? |
| Aiyyo what happened? |
| 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’fuckers 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 |
| + (Chauncey Black) + |
| «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? |
| Aiyyo what happened? |
| 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 sayin things that ain’t really themselves |
| And they keep fuckin regurgitatin the same script |
| Same hoes, same blow, same glock clip |
| Same drug strip, what the fuck is this? |
| (uh) |
| C’mon y’all, raise the bar on this body, shit |
| 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’fucker cause I 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? |
| Aiyyo what happened? |