Tytuł: Moment of truth

• Wykonawca: Gang Starr
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   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
  
  First Chorus