You Can’t Hold the Torch Busta Rhymes (Ft. Chauncey "Black" Hannibal & Q-Tip)

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]

Yeah

It's funny how the game change, right?

Hehe

Shit feel all different

Y'all niggas complainin' left and right about how the game feel all fucked up

Niggas only been talkin' like that since we been sittin' out the game, I think the game need us, Kamaal

Let's talk to them niggas

Huh!

[Verse 1: Q-Tip + Busta Rhymes]

So many nights were spent ponderin' (Ha)

Wonderin' how we gon' come again (Hmm)

My golden rule is not to focus on the fame game (Uh)

In retrospect (Ha), the game ain't the same, mane (The same mane)

Their heart and soul is divided (Ooh!)

They ramshack the music, no control up inside it

Now, look at this; it's all stretched out and nasty (Uh huh)

But—(What, what?) lettin' money pass me? (Wooh)

I doubt that, and niggas from the bottom know (Uh huh)

Pumpin' hard, wind, sleet, hail, rain, or snow (Uh huh)

So (So), you got to get your gate right (Right)

No matter what (Uh), you got to treat your weight right (C'mon, uh huh)

On the block if you focused on greed then (What, what?)

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 I—