Moment of Truth

(Guru)
They say it's lonely at the top in whatever you do,
you always gotta watch muthafuckers around you.
Nobody's invincible, no plan is foolproof,
we all must meet our moment of truth.
The same sheisty cats that you stayed with,
and do your thang with, can set you up and wet you up
nigga peep the language.
It's universal, play with fire it might hurt you, or burn you.
Lessons of lessons you should learn through
Let's face facts; although MCs 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 jeopardize, what I have done up to this point
So I'm'a get more guys, to help me run the whole joint
Cultivate, multiply, motivate or else we'll die
You know I be the master of the who, what , where, and why
See when you're shining, some chumpss'll want to dull ya
Always selfish jealous punks, who want to pull ya,
down, just like some shellfish in a bucket cuz they love to see your ass squirm like a worm
But just as you'll receive what is coming 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 hardships people don't speak of.
It's best to step back, and observe with cooth,
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 situations that I'm facin, is made amazin, to think such problems can arise from minor confrontations
Now I'm contemplating in my bedroom pacing, 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 getting high. Cuz all that's gonna do really, is accelerate, the anxieties that I wish I could alleviate
But wait, I been through a whole lot of other shit before, so I ought to be able, to withstand some more.
But I'm sweatin though, my eyes are turning 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 scandalous muthafuckers want to take what's mine, but they can't take the respect that I've earned in my lifetime
And you know they never stop the furious force of my rhymes, so like they say, every dog has his day, and like they say, God works in a mysterious way, so I pray, rememberin the days of my youth, as I prepare to meet my moment of truth (echo)
(background from "Who's Gonna Take the Weight?" by Gang Starr)
You shall know the truth and the truth shall set you free...
Yo, I got one lyric pointed at your head for starts, 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 gangstas, yeah the bitin triflin niggas, and the studio prankstas
Yo lookin at the situation plainly, where you remain G, or will you be looked upon starangely?
I reign as the articulator, with the greater data, revolving on a tascam much stupid than my last jam
While others struggle to juggle, tricky metaphors, 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 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 cuz like money you love it.
The king of monotone, with my own drone, 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 hee I live now, divine saviors,
you got no hand skills there ain't nobody that can save ya;
no pager, no cellie, no drop-top Benzie, I came to bring your phony hip hop, to an ending.
My art of war will leave you soft from the abuse, cuz you must meet your moment of truth.
They say it's lonely at the top in whatever you do, you always gotta watch muthafuckas around you
No one is untuchable, no man is bulletproof, we all must meet our moment of truth (echo)