Maestro
Yo brothers ainand't seen what i seen in this game son
Been in this game a long long long time
Still strivinand' though
Yo ninety nine
Itand's the visine baby itand's the visine
Yo
I build with israelites rastafarians god bodies
F o y sony muslims t.o. to brooklyn
Many nights in bedsty blazinand' trees out in cali
With brothers from frat sippinand' henny mad friendly
Got torontoand's rap title to maracitles
Met quincy jones in eighty nine, thatand's my idol
Chicks from every nationality, showinand' hospitality
Grabbinand' me, showinand' mad love in the club
Listen, check my rendition
Performed for royalty and politicians
Even done shows with the greatest emcees of all time
I was the one who used to say (eighty nine is mine)
Iand've seen alot of valleys, iand've seen alot of peaks
Iand've seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat
Sometimes i fell, but a voice kept saying
Son, stick to your vision, peep the composition
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(these eyes) seen alot of shame in the game
(these eyes) seen alot of pain with the fame
(these eyes) seen alot of highs and lows, but thatand's just the way life goes
(these eyes) seen my name written in lights
(these eyes) i seen alot of things in my life
(these eyes) seen alot of highs and lows, but thatand's just the way life goes
I grab the microphone, like the priest does a roseary
Johova be shininand' when clouds are over me
So i recelect, remember kid capri
On bls played my joint when i heard protect ya neck
Back in ninety two, but letand's go back to eighty eight
Flemington, don mills and negleton
Makinand' beats with s and gellinand' them
Remember when you labels wasnand't feelinand' me
Next year changed the scenery, gave birth to your energy
Toa, ice-t and public enemy
Much gave me love, you niggas had to envy me
Couldnand't stand to see a brother shine
Player haters always workinand' overtime
I seen alot of valleys, i seen alot of peaks
I seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat
Sometimes i fell, but a voice kept sayinand'
Son, stick to your vision, peep the composition
[chorus]
Yo, people used to say wes, wake up, stop dreaminand'
Your fantasize, fuck the rappinand', it wonand't happen
I paid my dues, brothers seen me sacrafice
Another song in the key of life
Mr. maesand' got the iller track, i did a three sixty
Seen god starinand' in the mirror, black
I figured that if i stayed focus, when situations seemed hopeless
Iand'm elevatinand', breakinand' the spell of satan
I want my lyrics written out like esco
To show the rap world how the industry slept
So when iand'm gone, the parable will carry on
Young cats can sitback, puff tron, cool out, and sing along
I seen alot of valleys, i seen alot of peaks
I seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat
Sometimes i fell, but a voice kept sayinand'
Son, stick to your vision, stick to your vision
I seen alot of valleys, i seen alot of peaks
I seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat
Sometimes i fell, but a voice kept sayinand'
Son, stick to your vision, out
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