niggaz can't hold the torch, so why pass it) Aiyyo these niggaz In the game don't sound the same Bust, these niggaz In the game don't sound the same
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
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
to the law That's why I can't even run 'less I run with a four Or I walk with a three, come and talk to 'em P You can catch me down bottom with a bird
is released upon the call of the beat As you rock along to a funky treat Like a torch, we're keepin you active Our rhythm will hold you captive We're
a rhyme If you got a backpack tryin' to act black Think you know the culture? You's a fuckin' vulture You never approached a mic You're dressed like
the dance floor, and don't even rough with me I ain't goin' for it, I ain't buyin' it so don't even try me Dance sucker, Mother Tucker can, that old
my wig fried like a bad perm What the blood clot? We smoke pot an' blow spots You wanna think twice, I think not The Iron Lung ain't gotta tell you where
all again And revise and memorize there lyrics to tell a friend [Chorus] You can't yank the plug on the vibe (hip-hop is livin') It's really livin' You can't
wanna let it out They'll say I can't hold it in I gotta let it all out They'll say I can't hold it in I gotta, I gotta let it all out Anything you
You need all the dope khaki's that you can feature So I can serve you, you know the procedure Listen to the man intellectualize, visualize Your whole posse gettin' paralyzed I don't wanna hear no alibi's, don't
hoes _________ rub-a-dub those Shattering glass joes With decibels To break spectacles You can't see You're feelin' queezy And uneasy Steppin cautious because you
the Ghostrider, a six-pack and A Streetcar Named Desire, who got my back? In the line of fire holding back, what? My peoples if you with me where the fuck you
here we go! Streets! Flipmode baby, yeah check it Busta Bus baby Yeah, Rah Digga now, c'mon Check it, huh [Verse: Busta Rhymes] If you ain't noticed
't go to work You drippy nose knuckle-head - you're we behind the ears You like men - and we like beer. (repeat chorus) King of the Ave. with the Def female You
