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Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth
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[some jamaican gwal] 
no matta wat we fyace 
we mus face de moment of trut baybe 
chorus: guru 
they say its lonely at the top in whatever you do 
you always gotta watch motherfuckers around you 
nobodys invincible no plan is foolproof 
we all must meet our moment of truth 
verse one: guru 
the same sheisty cats that you hang with and do your thang with 
could set you up and wet you up nigga peep the language 
its universal, you play with fire it may hurt you 
or burn you, lessons are blessings you should learn through 
lets face facts, although mcs lace tracks 
it doesnt mean behind the scenes there aint no dirt to trace back 
that goes for all of us, there aint nobody to trust 
its like sabotage, its got me ready to bust 
but i cant jeapordize, what i have done up to this point 
so ima get more guys, to help me run the whole joint 
cultivate, multiply, motivate, or else well die 
you know i be the masterof the who what where and why 
see when youre shinin, some chumpsll wanna dull ya 
always selfish jealous punks, will wanna pull ya 
down, just like some shellfish in a bucket 
cause they love it, to see your ass squirm like a worm 
but just as youll receive what is comin to you 
everybody else is gonna get theirs too 
i aint no saint, therefore i cannot dispute 
that everyone must meet their moment of truth 
chorus: guru 
actions have reactions, dont be quick to judge 
you may not know the harships people dont speak of 
its best to step back, and observe with couth 
for we all must meet our moment of truth 
verse two: guru 
sometimes you gotta dig deep, when problems come near 
dont fear things get severe for everybody everywhere 
why do bad things happen, to good people? 
seems that life is just a constant war between good and evil 
the situation that im facin, is mad amazin 
to think such problems can arise from minor confrontations 
now im contemplatin in my bedroom pacin 
dark clouds over my head, my hearts racin 
suicide? nah, im not a foolish guy 
dont even feel like drinking, or even gettin high 
cause all thats gonna do really, is accelerate 
the anxieties that i wish i could alleviate 
but wait, ive been through a whole lot of other shit, before 
so i oughta be able, to withstand some more 
but im sweatin though, my eyes are turnin red and yo 
im ready to lose my mind but instead i use my mind 
i put down the knife, and take the bullets out my nine 
my only crime, was that im too damn kind 
and now some skanless motherfuckers wanna take whats mine 
but they cant take the respect, that ive earned in my lifetime 
and you know theyll never stop the furious force of my rhymes 
so like they say, every dog has its day 
and like they say, god works in a mysterious way 
so i pray, remembering the days of my youth 
as i prepare to meet my moment of truth 
(you should know the truth 
and the truth shall set you free --> from _whos gonna take the 
weight?_) 
verse three: guru 
yo i got one lyric pointed at your head for start 
another one, is pointed at your weak ass heart 
now if i pull the trigger, on these fully loaded lines 
youre gonna wish i woulda pulled a black nine, i mack dimes 
crack the spines of the fake gangsters 
yeah the bitin triflin niggaz, and the studio pranksters 
yo lookin at the situation plainly: will you remain g? 
or will you be looked upon strangely? 
i reign as the articulator, with the greater data 
revolvin on the tascam much doper than my last jam 
while others struggle to juggle, tricky metaphots 
i explore more, to expose the core 
a lot of mcs, act stupid to me 
and we have yet to see, if they can match our longevity 
but anyway its just another day 
another fake jack i slay with my spectac rap display 
styles, smooth but rugged -- you cant push or shove it 
you dig it and you dug it cause like money you love it 
the king of monotone, with my own throne 
righteously violent prone my words bring winds like cyclones 
stormin your hideout, blockin out your sunlight 
your image and your business, were truly not done right 
throw up your he-allah-i now, divine saviors 
you got no hand skills theres no security to save ya 
no pager, no celly, no drop top benz-y 
i came to bring your phone hip-hop, to an ending 
my art of war will leave you sore from the abuse 
cause you must meet your moment of truth 
first chorus