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No matta wat we face |
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We mus face the moment of truth babe |
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They say it's lonely at the top in whatever you do |
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You always gotta watch motherfuckers around you |
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Nobody's invincible no plan is foolproof |
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We all must meet our moment of truth |
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The same sheisty cats that you hang with and do your thang with |
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Could set you up and wet you up nigga peep the language |
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It's universal, you play with fire it may hurt you |
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Or burn you, lessons are blessings you should learn through |
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Let's face facts, although MC's lace tracks |
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It doesn't mean behind the scenes there ain't no dirt to trace back |
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That goes for all of us, there ain't nobody to trust |
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It's like sabotage, it's got me ready to bust |
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But I can't jeopardize, what I have done up to this point |
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So I'ma get more guys, to help me run the whole joint |
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Cultivate, multiply, motivate, or else we'll die |
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You know I be the master of the who what where and why |
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See when you're shinin', some chumps'll wanna dull ya |
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Always selfish jealous punks, will wanna pull ya |
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Down, just like some shellfish in a bucket |
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'Cause they love it, to see your ass squirm like a worm |
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But just as you'll receive what is comin' to you |
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Everybody else is gonna get theirs too |
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I ain't no saint, therefore I cannot dispute |
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That everyone must meet their moment of truth |
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Actions have reactions, don't be quick to judge |
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You may not know the hardships people don't speak of |
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It's best to step back, and observe with couth |
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For we all must meet our moment of truth |
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Sometimes you gotta dig deep, when problems come near |
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Don't fear things get severe for everybody, everywhere |
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Why do bad things happen, to good people? |
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Seems that life is just a constant war between good and evil |
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The situation that I'm facin', is mad amazin' |
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To think such problems can arise from minor confrontations |
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Now I'm contemplatin' in my bedroom pacin' |
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Dark clouds over my head, my heart's racin' |
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Suicide? Nah, I'm not a foolish guy |
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Don't even feel like drinkin' or even gettin' high |
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'Cause all that's gonna do really, is accelerate |
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The anxieties that I wish I could alleviate |
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But wait, I've been through a whole lot of other shit, before |
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So I oughta be able, to withstand some more |
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But I'm sweatin' though, my eyes are turnin' red and yo |
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I'm ready to lose my mind but instead I use my mind |
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I put down the knife, and take the bullets out my nine |
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My only crime, was that I'm too damn kind |
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And now some skanless motherfuckers wanna take what's mine |
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But they can't take the respect, that I've earned in my lifetime |
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And you know they'll never stop the furious force of my rhymes |
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So like they say, every dog has it's day |
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And like they say, God works in a mysterious way |
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So I pray, rememberin' the days of my youth |
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As I prepare to meet my moment of truth |
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You should know the truth |
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And the truth shall set you free |
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Yo I got one lyric pointed at your head for start |
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Another one, is pointed at your weak ass heart |
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Now if I pull the trigger, on these fully loaded lines |
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You're gonna wish I woulda pulled a black nine, I mack dimes |
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Crack the spines of the fake gangsters |
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Yeah the bitin' triflin' niggaz, and the studio pranksters |
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Yo lookin' at the situation plainly, will you remain G? |
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Or will you be looked upon strangely? |
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I reign as the articulator, with the greater data |
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Revolvin' on the TASCAM much doper than my last jam |
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While others struggle to juggle, tricky metaphots |
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I explore more to expose the core |
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A lot of MC's act stupid to me |
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And we have yet to see if they can match our longevity |
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But anyway it's just another day |
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Another fake jack I slay with my spectac' rap display |
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Styles, smooth but rugged you can't push or shove it |
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You dig it and you dug it cause like money you love it |
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The king of monotone, with my own throne |
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Righteously violent prone my words bring winds like cyclones |
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Stormin' your hideout, blockin' out your sunlight |
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Your image and your business, were truly not done right |
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Throw up your he-Allah-I now, divine saviors |
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You got no hand skills there's no security to save ya |
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No pager, no celly, no drop top Benzy |
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I came to bring your phone hip-hop, to an ending |
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My art of war will leave you sore from the abuse |
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Cause you must meet your moment of truth |
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They say it's lonely at the top in whatever you do |
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You always gotta watch motherfuckers around you |
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Nobody's invincible no plan is foolproof |
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We all must meet our moment of truth |
