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Moment Of Truth

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  Moment Of Truth - Gang Starr

  No matta wat we fyace

  We mus face de moment of trut baybe

  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

  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

  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

  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 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"

  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 phony hip-hop, to an ending

  My art of war will leave you sore from the abuse

  Cause you must meet your moment of truth

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

  You always gotta watch motherfuckers around you

  No one's untouchable, no man is bulletproof

  We all must meet our moment of truth

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