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"Moment of Truth" is a song that Moon Man recorded for his album Unsolicited Opinions on Israel. It is a parody of the Gang Starr song of the same name. It was produced by Malcolm Night.

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No matter what we face We must face the moment of truth, faggots

They say it's lonely at the top, but it's not really true There's a billion other stars that are floating around you The Moonman is invincible, my plan is foolproof I bring to you your moment of truth

The same sheisty blacks saying they're equal to White people Could set you up and wet you up, jigaboos are weasels It's universal, if you're a spook I will hurt you And burn you, Hitler's a teacher we should turn to Let's face facts, although Moonman hates blacks Doesn't mean behind the scenes I cut Whites even trace slack I'm helping all of us, and I'm a voice you can trust But these savages have got me ready to bust And I can't jeopardize what I have done up to this point So I'ma get more Whites to help me run the whole joint Cultivate, multiply, motivate, or else we'll die You know we be the masters of the who, what, where, and why See when you're shining, some chimps'll wanna dull ya Self-righteous sjws will wanna pull ya down Just so that they can feel heroic But they know it's a lie, they're as racist as I am But just as you'll receive what is coming to you Everybody else is gonna get theirs too I ain't no saint, I'm a god, and I cannot dispute That everyone must meet their moment of truth

Some kikes try to psych you, don't be quick to love They may have hebrew ancestry they don't speak of It's best to step back and observe with couth And you might just have a moment of truth

Sometimes you gotta go KKKrazy when niggers come near Don't fear, things get severe for everybody everywhere Why should black lives matter to White people? Seems their lives are just a constant mix of idiocy and evil The situation that we're facing is an abomination To think such protests can arise from minor confrontations Now I'm contemplating in the clouds I'm pacing Bright stars over my head, shit's amazing Genocide? yah, I'm am ambitious guy I'll do it while I'm drinking, and even getting high And what that's gonna do, really, is accelerate The preposterous rate at which I annihilate It's great, I've been through a whole lot of other shit before A couple world wars and I'm coming back for more But I'm betting though, your palms are sweaty stetting yo I'm ready to lynch some jews, and I never choose to lose I pick up the knife and load the bullets in my nine 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 back the kills that I've earned in my lifetime And you know they'll never stop the furious force of my rhymes So like they say, gas the kikes race war now And like they say, the Moon moves in mysterious ways You could pray that moonlight never touches your roof Or just prepare to meet your moment of truth

"You shall know the truth and the truth shall set you free!"

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 lynched you eight times, all hate crimes Crack the spines of the fake gangsters Yeah the biting trifling niggers and the jewtube wanksters Yo looking at the situation clearly: you should revere me And at the same time you should fear me I reign as the articulator, with the greater data Revolving on the SoundCloud with or without the crowd sound While others struggle to juggle tricky metaphors I explore more to expose the core Of the Z.O.G., yeah you know me Put kikes on a spike, sell the shots to TMZ But anyway it's just another day Another fake black 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 Hitler you love it The king of monotone, with my own throne Righteously violent prone, my words bring winds like cyclones Storming your hideout, blocking out your sunlight Your nature and your nurture were truly not done right Throw up your burning crosses, divine brothers Murder some more niggers and then murder their mothers The screaming, the bleeding, the feeding frenzy I came to bring these phony nig nogs to an ending My art of war will leave you gored by the abuse 'Cause you must meet your moment of truth

They say it's lonely at the top but it just isn't true You always gotta keep White people around you I am untouchable, practically bulletproof I represent your moment of truth