Moment Of Clarity (Album Version (Explicit))

Woo! Geah, geah (Young), geah Uhh, turn the music up, turn the lights down I'm in my zone [Chorus] Thank God for grantin me this moment of clarity This moment of honesty - the world'll feel my truths All through my +Hard Knock Lifetime+, +A Gift and a Curse+ I gave you +Volume+ after +Volume+ of my work So you can feel my truths I built the +Dynasty+ by bein one of the realist niggaz out Way beyond the +Reasonable Doubt+ - y'all can't fill my shoes From my +Blueprint+ beginnin to that +Black Album+ endin Listen close you'll hear what I'm about Nigga, feel my truths [Verse One] Pop died, didn't cry, didn't know him that well Between him doin heroin and me doin crack sales With that in the eggshell, standin at the tabernacle Rather the church, pretendin to be hurt, wouldn't work So a smirk was all on my face Like damn, that man's face is just like my face So pop, I forgive you for all the shit that I lived through It wasn't all your fault, homey you got caught Into the same game I fought, that Uncle Ray lost My big brothers and so many others I saw I'm just glad we got to see each other Talk and re-meet each other Save a place in heaven 'til the next time we meet forever! [Chorus] [Verse Two] Music business hate me cause the industry ain't make me Hustlers and boosters embrace me and the music I be makin I dumbed down for my audience to double my dollars They criticized me for it yet they all yell "HOLLA!" If skills sold, truth be told, I'd probably be lyrically, Talib Kweli Truthfully I wanna rhyme like Common Sense But I did five mill' - I ain't been rhymin like Common since When your cents got that much in common And you been hustlin since, your inception Fuck perception go with what makes sense Since I know what I'm up against We as rappers must decide what's most impor-tant And I can't help the poor if I'm one of them So I got rich and gave back, to me that's the win/win So next time you see the homey and his rims spin Just know my mind is workin just like them... ... rims, that is [Chorus] [Verse Three] My homey Sig' was on a tear where no tears should fall Cause he was on the block where no squares get off See in my inner circle all we do is ball 'Til we all got triangles on our wall Ain't just rappin for the plat-i-num, y'all record I recall, cause I really been there before Four scores and seven years ago prepared the flow Prepared for war, I should fear no man You don't hear me though These words ain't just 'pared to go In one ear, out the other ear, no! Yo My balls and my word is alls I have Whatchu gon' do to me nigga, scars or scab? Whatchu gon' box me homey? I can dodge a jab Three shots couldn't touch me, thank God for dat I'm strong enough to carry Biggie Smalls on my back And the whole BK, nigga holla back [Chorus]