| No matta wat we fyace
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| We mus face de moment of trut baybe
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| Chorus: Guru
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| They say it’s lonely at the top, in whatever you do You always gotta watch motherfuckers around you
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| Nobody’s invincible, no plan is foolproof
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| We all must meet our moment of truth
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| Verse One: Guru
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| The same sheisty cats that you hang with, and do your thang with
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| could set you up and wet you up, nigga peep the language
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| It’s universal, you play with fire it may hurt you
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| or burn you, lessons are blessings you should learn through
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| Let’s face facts, although MC’s lace tracks
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| it doesn’t mean behind the scenes there ain’t no dirt to trace back
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| That goes for all of us, there ain’t nobody to trust
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| It’s like sabotage, it’s got me ready to bust
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| But I can’t jeapordize, what I have done up to this point
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| So I’ma get more guys, to help me run the whole joint
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| Cultivate, multiply, motivate, or else we’ll die
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| You know I be the masterof the who what where and why
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| 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
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| cause they love it, to see your ass squirm like a worm
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| But just as you’ll receive what is comin to you
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| Everybody else is gonna get theirs too
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| I ain’t no saint, therefore I cannot dispute
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| That everyone must meet their moment of truth
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| Chorus: Guru
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| Actions have reactions, don’t be quick to judge
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| You may not know the harships people don’t speak of It’s best to step back, and observe with couth
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| For we all must meet our moment of truth
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| Verse Two: Guru
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| Sometimes you gotta dig deep, when problems come near
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| Don’t fear things get severe for everybody everywhere
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| Why do bad things happen, to good people?
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| Seems that life is just a constant war between good and evil
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| The situation that I’m facin, is mad amazin
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| to think such problems can arise from minor confrontations
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| Now I’m contemplatin in my bedroom pacin
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| Dark clouds over my head, my heart’s racin
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| Suicide? |
| Nah, I’m not a foolish guy
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| Don’t even feel like drinking, or even gettin high
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| Cause all that’s gonna do really, is accelerate
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| the anxieties that I wish I could alleviate
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| But wait, I’ve been through a whole lot of other shit, before
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| So I oughta be able, to withstand some more
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| But I’m sweatin though, my eyes are turnin red and yo
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| I’m ready to lose my mind but instead I use my mind
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| I put down the knife, and take the bullets out my nine
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| My only crime, was that I’m too damn kind
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| And now some skanless motherfuckers wanna take what’s mine
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| But they can’t take the respect, that I’ve earned in my lifetime
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| And you know they’ll never stop the furious force of my rhymes
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| So like they say, every dog has it’s day
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| And like they say, God works in a mysterious way
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| So I pray, remembering the days of my youth
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| As I prepare to meet my moment of truth
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| («You should know the truth
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| And the truth shall set you free"-→from _Who's Gonna Take the Weight?_)
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| Verse Three: Guru
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| Yo I got one lyric pointed at your head for start
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| Another one, is pointed at your weak ass heart
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| Now if I pull the trigger, on these fully loaded lines
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| You’re gonna wish I woulda pulled a black nine, I mack dimes
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| Crack the spines of the fake gangsters
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| Yeah the bitin triflin niggaz, and the studio pranksters
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| Yo lookin at the situation plainly: will you remain G?
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| Or will you be looked upon strangely?
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| I reign as the articulator, with the greater data
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| Revolvin on the TASCAM much doper than my last jam
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| While others struggle to juggle, tricky metaphots
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| I explore more, to expose the core
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| A lot of MC’s, act stupid to me And we have yet to see, if they can match our longevity
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| But anyway it’s just another day
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| Another fake jack I slay with my spectac’rap display
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| 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
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| Righteously violent prone my words bring winds like cyclones
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| Stormin your hideout, blockin out your sunlight
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| Your image and your business, were truly not done right
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| Throw up your he-Allah-I now, divine saviors
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| You got no hand skills there’s no security to save ya No pager, no celly, no drop top Benz-y
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| I came to bring your phone hip-hop, to an ending
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| My art of war will leave you sore from the abuse
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| Cause you must meet your moment of truth
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| First Chorus |
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