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    [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 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


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