Moment of Truth BY Gang Starr

Moment of Truth

from Gang Starr Lyrics

[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

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