Moment Of Truth Lyrics
| Song | Moment Of Truth |
| Artist | Suzy Bogguss |
| Album | Moment Of Truth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| 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 heallahi now, divine saviors | |
| You got no hand skills there' s no security to save ya | |
| No pager, no celly, no drop top benzy | |
| I came to bring your phone hiphop, to an ending | |
| My art of war will leave you sore from the abuse | |
| Cause you must meet your moment of truth | |
| First chorus |
| 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 heallahi now, divine saviors | |
| You got no hand skills there' s no security to save ya | |
| No pager, no celly, no drop top benzy | |
| I came to bring your phone hiphop, to an ending | |
| My art of war will leave you sore from the abuse | |
| Cause you must meet your moment of truth | |
| First chorus |
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