Probably one of the most influential Gang Starr songs, Guru spits lyrical genius over melancholy-like piano and violin beat. DJ Premier said the following about the track: The first verse was a universal… Read More [Intro: Sharon] No matter what we face We must face the moment of truth, baby [Chorus 1] They say it's lonely at the top, and 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 1] 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 jeopardize 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 master of the who, what, where, and why See when you're shining, 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 2] Actions have reactions, don't be quick to judge You may not know the hardships 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 2] 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 contemplating, in my bedroom pacing Dark clouds over my head, my heart's racing Suicide? Nah, I'm not a foolish guy Don't even feel like drinkin' 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 9 My only crime–was that I'm too damn kind And now some scandalous 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 its 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 [Interlude: sample] "You shall know truth, and the truth shall set you free!" [Verse 3] 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 would've pulled a black 9 I mack dimes, crack the spines of the fake gangsters Yeah, the bitin' trifling niggas, and the studio pranksters Yo, looking 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 metaphors I explore more, to expose the core A lot of emcees 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 Style's 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 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 phony hip-hop to an ending My art of war will leave you sore from the abuse 'Cause you must meet your moment of truth [Chorus 1] They say it's lonely at the top, and whatever you do – You always gotta watch motherfuckers around you No one is untouchable, no man is bulletproof We all must meet our moment of truth