[some jamaican gwal]
No matta wat we fyace
We mus face de moment of trut baybe
Chorus: guru
They say itâs lonely at the top, in whatever you do
You always gotta watch motherfuckers around you
Nobodyâs 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
Itâs universal, you play with fire it may hurt you
Or burn you, lessons are blessings you should learn through
Letâs face facts, although mcâs lace tracks
It doesnât mean behind the scenes there ainât no dirt to trace back
That goes for all of us, there ainât nobody to trust
Itâs like sabotage, itâs got me ready to bust
But I canât jeapordize, what I have done up to this point
So iâma get more guys, to help me run the whole joint
Cultivate, multiply, motivate, or else weâll die
You know I be the masterof the who what where and why
See when youâre shinin, some chumpsâll 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 youâll receive what is comin to you
Everybody else is gonna get theirs too
I ainât no saint, therefore I cannot dispute
That everyone must meet their moment of truth
Chorus: guru
Actions have reactions, donât be quick to judge
You may not know the harships people donât speak of
Itâs 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
Donât 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 Iâm facin, is mad amazin
To think such problems can arise from minor confrontations
Now Iâm contemplatin in my bedroom pacin
Dark clouds over my head, my heartâs racin
Suicide? nah, Iâm not a foolish guy
Donât even feel like drinking, or even gettin high
Cause all thatâs gonna do really, is accelerate
The anxieties that I wish I could alleviate
But wait, Iâve been through a whole lot of other shit, before
So I oughta be able, to withstand some more
But Iâm sweatin though, my eyes are turnin red and yo
Iâm 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 Iâm too damn kind
And now some skanless motherfuckers wanna take whatâs mine
But they canât take the respect, that Iâve earned in my lifetime
And you know theyâll never stop the furious force of my rhymes
So like they say, every dog has itâs 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 _whoâs 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
Youâre 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 mcâs, act stupid to me
And we have yet to see, if they can match our longevity
But anyway itâs just another day
Another fake jack I slay with my spectacâ rap display
Styles, smooth but rugged -- you canât 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 thereâs 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