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, Sunni Muslims, T.O. to Brooklyn

Many nights in Bed-stuy, blazin' trees out in Cali

With brothers from frat, sippin' henny, mad friendly

Got Toronto's rap title to Mad recitles

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



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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 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

Flemingdon, Don Mills and Eglinton

Makin' beats with S and Jalen them

Remember when you labels wasn't feelin' me

Next year changed the scenery, gave birth to your energy

Toured with 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



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