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Текст песни Gang Starr - Moment of Truth

Gang Starr - Moment of Truth слова песни




[some Jamaican gwal]No matta wat we fyaceWe mus face de moment of trut baybeChorus: GuruThey say it`s lonely at the top, in whatever you doYou always gotta watch motherfuckers around youNobody`s invincible, no plan is foolproofWe all must meet our moment of truthVerse One: GuruThe same sheisty cats that you hang with, and do your thang withcould set you up and wet you up, nigga peep the languageIt`s universal, you play with fire it may hurt youor burn you, lessons are blessings you should learn throughLet`s face facts, although MC`s lace tracksit doesn`t mean behind the scenes there ain`t no dirt to trace backThat goes for all of us, there ain`t nobody to trustIt`s like sabotage, it`s got me ready to bustBut I can`t jeapordize, what I have done up to this pointSo I`ma get more guys, to help me run the whole jointCultivate, multiply, motivate, or else we`ll dieYou know I be the masterof the who what where and whySee when you`re shinin, some chumps`ll wanna dull yaAlways selfish jealous punks, will wanna pull yadown, just like some shellfish in a bucketcause they love it, to see your ass squirm like a wormBut just as you`ll receive what is comin to youEverybody else is gonna get theirs tooI ain`t no saint, therefore I cannot disputeThat everyone must meet their moment of truthChorus: GuruActions have reactions, don`t be quick to judgeYou may not know the harships people don`t speak ofIt`s best to step back, and observe with couthFor we all must meet our moment of truthVerse Two: GuruSometimes you gotta dig deep, when problems come nearDon`t fear things get severe for everybody everywhereWhy do bad things happen, to good people?Seems that life is just a constant war between good and evilThe situation that I`m facin, is mad amazinto think such problems can arise from minor confrontationsNow I`m contemplatin in my bedroom pacinDark clouds over my head, my heart`s racinSuicide? Nah, I`m not a foolish guyDon`t even feel like drinking, or even gettin highCause all that`s gonna do really, is acceleratethe anxieties that I wish I could alleviateBut wait, I`ve been through a whole lot of other shit, beforeSo I oughta be able, to withstand some moreBut I`m sweatin though, my eyes are turnin red and yoI`m ready to lose my mind but instead I use my mindI put down the knife, and take the bullets out my nineMy only crime, was that I`m too damn kindAnd now some skanless motherfuckers wanna take what`s mineBut they can`t take the respect, that I`ve earned in my lifetimeAnd you know they`ll never stop the furious force of my rhymesSo like they say, every dog has it`s dayAnd like they say, God works in a mysterious waySo I pray, remembering the days of my youthAs 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: GuruYo I got one lyric pointed at your head for startAnother one, is pointed at your weak ass heartNow if I pull the trigger, on these fully loaded linesYou`re gonna wish I woulda pulled a black nine, I mack dimesCrack the spines of the fake gangstersYeah the bitin triflin niggaz, and the studio prankstersYo lookin at the situation plainly: will you remain G?Or will you be looked upon strangely?I reign as the articulator, with the greater dataRevolvin on the TASCAM much doper than my last jamWhile others struggle to juggle, tricky metaphotsI explore more, to expose the coreA lot of MC`s, act stupid to meAnd we have yet to see, if they can match our longevityBut anyway it`s just another dayAnother fake jack I slay with my spectac` rap displayStyles, smooth but rugged -- you can`t push or shove itYou dig it and you dug it cause like money you love itThe king of monotone, with my own throneRighteously violent prone my words bring winds like cyclonesStormin your hideout, blockin out your sunlightYour image and your business, were truly not done rightThrow up your he-Allah-I now, divine saviorsYou got no hand skills there`s no security to save yaNo pager, no celly, no drop top Benz-yI came to bring your phone hip-hop, to an endingMy art of war will leave you sore from the abuseCause you must meet your moment of truthFirst Chorus

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