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(feat. Chauncey Black, Q-Tip)
Busta Rhymes
Yeah
It's funny how the game change, right? Hehe
s**t feel all different
Y'all complainin left and right about how the game feel all fked up
only been talkin like that since we been sittin out the game
I think the game need us Kamaal, let's talk to them
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 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'fkin 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 in the game don't sound the same
Bust, these 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 can't hold the torch, so why pass it
Busta Rhymes
Aiyyo, I ain't bringin they names up
These 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'fkers better step up your bars
Instead of frontin in the game like really are stars
Like we ain't seein through the bulls**t, we know who you are
I'm like a blessing to the game when your s**t sound dated
I force to improve, you should be happy I made it
Here to rep the game fully, change my style like the weather
Givin you new s**t 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 s**t sound off y'know
A legend in this s**t that's why I move like a boss y'know
You better be tight, cause you can get tossed fo' sho'
Y'all 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 in the game don't sound the same
Yo, these 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 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 fkin regurgitatin the same script
Same hoes, same blow, same glock clip ha
Same drug strip, what the fk is this? (uh)
C'mon y'all, raise the bar on this body, s**t
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 s**t to step up the pressure, y'know? (huh!)
I'm tired of complainin how the game changed
You should step up your game, cause you sound strange
That's why you ain't sellin no records, check the SoundScain
In this rap s**t I command respect muh'fker cause I
Chorus Two
Outro: Q-Tip + Busta Rhymes
Aiyyo these in the game don't sound the same
Bust, these 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 can't hold the torch, so why pass it
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