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

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(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

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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

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