Gang Starr - Moment of Truth lyrics

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[some Jamaican gwal]

No matta wat we fyace

We mus face de moment of trut baybe

Chorus: Guru

They say it's lonely at the top, in whatever you do

You always gotta watch motherfuckers around you

Nobody's 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

It's universal, you play with fire it may hurt you

or burn you, lessons are blessings you should learn through

Let's face facts, although MC's lace tracks

it doesn't mean behind the scenes there ain't no dirt to trace back

That goes for all of us, there ain't nobody to trust

It's like sabotage, it's got me ready to bust

But I can't jeapordize, what I have done up to this point

So I'ma get more guys, to help me run the whole joint

Cultivate, multiply, motivate, or else we'll die

You know I be the masterof the who what where and why

See when you're shinin, some chumps'll 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 you'll receive what is comin to you

Everybody else is gonna get theirs too

I ain't no saint, therefore I cannot dispute

That everyone must meet their moment of truth

Chorus: Guru

Actions have reactions, don't be quick to judge

You may not know the harships people don't speak of

It's 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

Don't 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 I'm facin, is mad amazin

to think such problems can arise from minor confrontations

Now I'm contemplatin in my bedroom pacin

Dark clouds over my head, my heart's racin

Suicide? Nah, I'm not a foolish guy

Don't even feel like drinking, or even gettin high

Cause all that's gonna do really, is accelerate

the anxieties that I wish I could alleviate

But wait, I've been through a whole lot of other shit, before

So I oughta be able, to withstand some more

But I'm sweatin though, my eyes are turnin red and yo

I'm 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 I'm too damn kind

And now some skanless motherfuckers wanna take what's mine

But they can't take the respect, that I've earned in my lifetime

And you know they'll never stop the furious force of my rhymes

So like they say, every dog has it's 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 _Who's 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

You're 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 MC's, act stupid to me

And we have yet to see, if they can match our longevity

But anyway it's just another day

Another fake jack I slay with my spectac' rap display

Styles, smooth but rugged -- you can't 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 there's 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

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