Maestro
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Yo, brothers ain't seen what I seen in this game son
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Been in this game a long, long, long time
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Still strivin' though
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Yo, ninety nine
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It's the visine baby, it's the visine
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Yo
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I build with Israelites, Rastafarians, God bodies
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F-O-I, Sunni Muslims, T.O. to Brooklyn
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Many nights in Bed-stuy, blazin' trees out in Cali
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With brothers from frat, sippin' henny, mad friendly
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Got Toronto's rap title to Mad recitles
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Met Quincy Jones in eighty nine, that's my idol
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Chicks from every nationality, showin' hospitality
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Grabbin' me, showin' mad love in the club
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Listen, check my rendition
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Performed for royalty and politicians
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Even done shows with the greatest emcees of all time
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I was the one who used to say "eighty nine is mine"
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I've seen alot of valleys, I've seen alot of peaks
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I've seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat
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Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept saying
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Son, stick to your vision, peep the composition
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[Chorus]
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(these eyes) seen alot of shame in the game
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(these eyes) seen alot of pain with the fame
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(these eyes) seen alot of highs and lows, but that's just the way life goes
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(these eyes) seen my name written in lights
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(these eyes) I seen alot of things in my life
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(these eyes) seen alot of highs and lows, but that's just the way life goes
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I grab the microphone, like the priest does a roseary
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Johova be shinin' when clouds are over me
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So I recelect, remember Kid Capri
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On BLS played my joint when I heard "Protect Ya Neck"
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Back in ninety two, but let's go back to eighty eight
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Flemingdon, Don Mills and Eglinton
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Makin' beats with S and Jalen them
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Remember when you labels wasn't feelin' me
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Next year changed the scenery, gave birth to your energy
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Toured with Ice-T and Public Enemy
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Much gave me love, you niggas had to envy me
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Couldn't stand to see a brother shine
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Player haters always workin' overtime
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I seen alot of valleys, I seen alot of peaks
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I seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat
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Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept sayin'
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Son, stick to your vision, peep the composition
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[Chorus]
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Yo, people used to say Wes, wake up, stop dreamin'
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Your fantasize, fuck the rappin', it won't happen
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I paid my dues, brothers seen me sacrafice
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Another song in the key of life
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Mr. Maes' got the iller track, I did a three sixty
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Seen God starin' in the mirror, black
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I figured that if I stayed focus, when situations seemed hopeless
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I'm elevatin', breakin' the spell of satan
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I want my lyrics written out like esco
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To show the rap world how the industry slept
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So when I'm gone, the parable will carry on
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Young cats can sitback, puff tron, cool out, and sing along
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I seen alot of valleys, I seen alot of peaks
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I seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat
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Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept sayin'
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Son, stick to your vision, stick to your vision
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I seen alot of valleys, I seen alot of peaks
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I seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat
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Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept sayin'
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Son, stick to your vision, out
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[Chorus]
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Stick To Your Vision (These Eyes)
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| Maestro Fresh Wes |
