| Lyrics: | Maestro
Yo brothers ain't seen what I seen in this game son
Been in this game a
long long long time
Still strivin' though
Yo ninety nine
It's the visine
baby it's the visine
Yo
I build with Israelites Rastafarians God bodies
F o y sony Muslims T.O. to Brooklyn
Many nights in Bedsty blazin' trees out in
Cali
With brothers from frat sippin' henny mad friendly
Got Toronto's rap title to
Maracitles
Met Quincy Jones in eighty nine, that's my idol
Chicks from every
nationality, showin' hospitality
Grabbin' me, showin' 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)
I've
seen alot of valleys, I've seen alot of peaks
I'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
[Chorus]
(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
that'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 that's
just the way life goes
I grab the microphone, like the priest does a roseary
Johova be shinin' 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 let's go back to eighty
eight
Flemington, Don Mills and Negleton
Makin' beats with S and gellin' them
Remember when you labels wasn't feelin' 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
Couldn't stand to see a brother shine
Player haters always workin' 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 sayin'
Son, stick to your
vision, peep the composition
[Chorus]
Yo, people used to say Wes,
wake up, stop dreamin'
Your fantasize, fuck the rappin', it won't happen
I paid my
dues, brothers seen me sacrafice
Another song in the key of life
Mr. Maes' got the
iller track, I did a three sixty
Seen God starin' in the mirror, black
I figured
that if I stayed focus, when situations seemed hopeless
I'm elevatin', breakin' the spell of
satan
I want my lyrics written out like esco
To show the rap world how the industry
slept
So when I'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 sayin'
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 sayin'
Son, stick to your vision, out
[Chorus |
