MC Lyte - Trg (The Rap Game) Lyrics

TRG, we making that cream.
People get fooled, it ain't easy as it seems.
You can rock on till the break of dawn,
But one by one, your ass is gone.
I got trapped in the rap game at sixteen and saw
It's no more than a craps game, know what I mean?
Like when you feel you shake 'em right, they fake roll snake
Eyes in the this industry; that's how quick niggas die.
Through my eyes its like Russian roulette;
Never do you know when you about to get wet.
So you should stay set, so you don't fall and go under.
Have people saying: "I wonder what happened to him or her."
It's sad when you begin to think you can be gone, but you
Can be gone in the blink of an eye, don't ask why, 'cause you try
Somebody came along that was twice as fly.
I remember when I hit the scene, it was the second faze;
Rope chains, two finger rings, those where the days.
Latin quarters, why puma suit was cool.
Now let me be caught in that and I'll be damned a fool. Ya
Gotta change with the times like the weather.
MC's that lasts is the MC's that's clover.
You can't move too slow 'cause when
It's to time to go, you see it's no time to go.
TRG, we making that cream.
People get fooled, it ain't easy as it seems.
You can rock on till the break of dawn,
But one day, brother, your ass is gone.
TRG, we making that cream.
People get fooled, it ain't easy as it seems.
You can rock on till the break of dawn,
But one day, sister, your ass is gone.
Come back after come back; nigga came back more whack
Than the whackest wax on the rack. What's up with
That New Jacks are coming through, taking no slack.
They hungry, and they looking for a spot to cop a squat.
You better watch the clock, it can be awfully embarrassing
To not know when it's time to let go of the rhyme.
It's about half past the monkeys ass.
You should have been gone but you
Still trying to hang on, what happens when you
Chilling at the level on the 10th floor, nobody
Knows your name anymore, aren't you?
Wait and let me think, just as quick as you
Got large, you can quickly shrink and sink into the crates and
Collect dust, don't be mad cause it happens to best of us.
TRG, we making that cream.
People get fooled, it ain't easy as it seems.
You can rock on till the break of dawn,
But one by one, your ass is gone.
TRG, we making that cream.
People get fooled, it ain't easy as it seems.
You can rock on till the break of dawn,
But one by one, your ass is gone.
To and fro, they come and go, you better change your flow
And then switch up your show, I seen some come with the
Booming ass hits, then they gone, but then they don't leave
With shit, you better tell an exec you need to be set
So when it's over, you ain't living out your Land Rover.
When you rap life dies,
And you still alive nigga, you better know how to
Survive, it ain't easy and it ain't supposed to be.
Letting niggas know what time it is
When it comes to me the L-Y-T-E,
Stronger than the ox the octane that
Knocks in your brain I sustain.
My mission is to maintain sane, know what I mean?
Keep doing my thang, you can't move too slow
'Cause when it's your time to go, you gotta go, gotta go.
TRG, we making that cream.
People get fooled, it ain't easy as it seems.
You can rock on till the break of dawn,
But one by one, your ass is gone.

TRG, we making that cream.
People get fooled, it ain't easy as it seems.
You can rock on till the break of dawn,
But one by one, your ass is gone.
I got trapped in the rap game at sixteen and saw
It's no more than a craps game, know what I mean?
Like when you feel you shake 'em right, they fake roll snake
Eyes in the this industry; that's how quick niggas die.
Through my eyes its like Russian roulette;
Never do you know when you about to get wet.
So you should stay set, so you don't fall and go under.
Have people saying: "I wonder what happened to him or her."
It's sad when you begin to think you can be gone, but you
Can be gone in the blink of an eye, don't ask why, 'cause you try
Somebody came along that was twice as fly.
I remember when I hit the scene, it was the second faze;
Rope chains, two finger rings, those where the days.
Latin quarters, why puma suit was cool.
Now let me be caught in that and I'll be damned a fool. Ya
Gotta change with the times like the weather.
MC's that lasts is the MC's that's clover.
You can't move too slow 'cause when
It's to time to go, you see it's no time to go.
TRG, we making that cream.
People get fooled, it ain't easy as it seems.
You can rock on till the break of dawn,
But one day, brother, your ass is gone.
TRG, we making that cream.
People get fooled, it ain't easy as it seems.
You can rock on till the break of dawn,
But one day, sister, your ass is gone.
Come back after come back; nigga came back more whack
Than the whackest wax on the rack. What's up with
That New Jacks are coming through, taking no slack.
They hungry, and they looking for a spot to cop a squat.
You better watch the clock, it can be awfully embarrassing
To not know when it's time to let go of the rhyme.
It's about half past the monkeys ass.
You should have been gone but you
Still trying to hang on, what happens when you
Chilling at the level on the 10th floor, nobody
Knows your name anymore, aren't you?
Wait and let me think, just as quick as you
Got large, you can quickly shrink and sink into the crates and
Collect dust, don't be mad cause it happens to best of us.
TRG, we making that cream.
People get fooled, it ain't easy as it seems.
You can rock on till the break of dawn,
But one by one, your ass is gone.
TRG, we making that cream.
People get fooled, it ain't easy as it seems.
You can rock on till the break of dawn,
But one by one, your ass is gone.
To and fro, they come and go, you better change your flow
And then switch up your show, I seen some come with the
Booming ass hits, then they gone, but then they don't leave
With shit, you better tell an exec you need to be set
So when it's over, you ain't living out your Land Rover.
When you rap life dies,
And you still alive nigga, you better know how to
Survive, it ain't easy and it ain't supposed to be.
Letting niggas know what time it is
When it comes to me the L-Y-T-E,
Stronger than the ox the octane that
Knocks in your brain I sustain.
My mission is to maintain sane, know what I mean?
Keep doing my thang, you can't move too slow
'Cause when it's your time to go, you gotta go, gotta go.
TRG, we making that cream.
People get fooled, it ain't easy as it seems.
You can rock on till the break of dawn,
But one by one, your ass is gone.