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]
