| 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 |