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