Letra Stick To Your Vision de Maestro Fresh Wes original
Maestro Yo brothers ain't seen what I seen in this game son Been in this game a long long long time Yo ninety nine Still strivin' though 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 Listen, check my rendition Grabbin' me, showin' mad love in the club 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 a lot of valleys, I've seen a lot of peaks I've seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat Son, stick to your vision, peep the composition Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept saying Chorus> (these eyes) seen a lot of shame in the game (these eyes) seen a lot of pain with the fame (these eyes) seen a lot of highs and lows, but that's just the way life goes (these eyes) seen my name written in lights (these eyes) I seen a lot of things in my life (these eyes) seen a lot 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 Next year changed the scenery, gave birth to your energy Remember when you labels wasn't feelin' me Toa, Ice-T and Public Enemy Much gave me love, you niggas had to envy me Couldn't stand to see a brother shine I seen a lot of valleys, I seen a lot of peaks I seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat Player haters always workin' overtime Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept sayin' Son, stick to your vision, peep the composition Chorus> Your fantasize, fuck the rappin', it won't happen Yo, people used to say Wes, wake up, stop dreamin' I paid my dues, brothers seen me sacrafice Mr. Maes' got the iller track, I did a three sixty Another song in the key of life I figured that if I stayed focus, when situations seemed hopeless Seen God starin' in the mirror, black I want my lyrics written out like esco I'm elevatin', breakin' the spell of satan So when I'm gone, the parable will carry on To show the rap world how the industry slept Young cats can sitback, puff tron, cool out, and sing along I seen a lot of valleys, I seen a lot 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 the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat I seen a lot of valleys, I seen a lot of peaks Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept sayin' Son, stick to your vision, out Chorus