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GANG STARR lyrics : "Moment Of Truth"

[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 mother$#&@ers 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, ^!$$% 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 $$# 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 %#@!, 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 mother$#&@ers 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


[from Who's Gonna Take the Weight?:]
("You should know the truth
And the truth shall set you free")


[Verse Three: Guru]


Yo I got one lyric pointed at your head for start
Another one, is pointed at your weak $$# 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 ^!$$%z, 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

[First Chorus]

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