[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      First chorus