Stick to Your Vision
Maestro
Yo, brothers ain't seen what I've seen in this game, son
Been in this game a long, long, long time
Still strivin' though (still strivin')
Ayo, in '99, it's the visine baby, it's the visine, yo
I build with Israelites, Rastafarians, God bodies
FOI, 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 recitals (true)
Met Quincy Jones in '89, that's my idol
Chicks from every nationality showin' hospitality
Grabbin' me, showin' mad love in the club (beat the style)
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 ('89 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
Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept saying
"Son, stick to your vision," peep the composition
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, yo (these eyes)
I grab the microphone, like the priest does a rosary
Jehovah be shinin' when clouds are over me
So I recollect, remember Kid Capri
On BLS played my joint when I heard "Protect Ya Neck"
Back in '92, but let's go back to '88
Flemingdon, Don Mills and Eglinton
Makin' beats with S and Jel and 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've seen a lot of valleys, I've seen a lot 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
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
Seen a lot of highs and lows
But that's just the way life goes, yo (these eyes)
People used to say, "Wes, wake up, stop dreamin'
You fantasize, fuck the rappin', it won't happen"
I paid my dues, brothers seen me sacrifice
Another song in the key of life
Mr. Maes' got the iller track, I did a 360
And seen God starin' in the mirror, Black, I figured that
I gotta stay focused when situations seem 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 sit back, puff tron, cool out, and sing along
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
Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept saying
"Son, stick to your vision, stick to your vision"
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
Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept saying
"Son, stick to your vision," out
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 (these eyes)
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 (these eyes)
(These eyes, these eyes)
(These eyes)
(These eyes)
(These eyes, these eyes)
(These eyes)
(These eyes, these eyes)
(These eyes)
Yo, brothers ain't seen what I've seen in this game, son
Been in this game a long, long, long time
Still strivin' though (still strivin')
Ayo, in '99, it's the visine baby, it's the visine, yo
I build with Israelites, Rastafarians, God bodies
FOI, 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 recitals (true)
Met Quincy Jones in '89, that's my idol
Chicks from every nationality showin' hospitality
Grabbin' me, showin' mad love in the club (beat the style)
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 ('89 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
Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept saying
"Son, stick to your vision," peep the composition
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, yo (these eyes)
I grab the microphone, like the priest does a rosary
Jehovah be shinin' when clouds are over me
So I recollect, remember Kid Capri
On BLS played my joint when I heard "Protect Ya Neck"
Back in '92, but let's go back to '88
Flemingdon, Don Mills and Eglinton
Makin' beats with S and Jel and 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've seen a lot of valleys, I've seen a lot 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
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
Seen a lot of highs and lows
But that's just the way life goes, yo (these eyes)
People used to say, "Wes, wake up, stop dreamin'
You fantasize, fuck the rappin', it won't happen"
I paid my dues, brothers seen me sacrifice
Another song in the key of life
Mr. Maes' got the iller track, I did a 360
And seen God starin' in the mirror, Black, I figured that
I gotta stay focused when situations seem 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 sit back, puff tron, cool out, and sing along
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
Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept saying
"Son, stick to your vision, stick to your vision"
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
Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept saying
"Son, stick to your vision," out
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 (these eyes)
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 (these eyes)
(These eyes, these eyes)
(These eyes)
(These eyes)
(These eyes, these eyes)
(These eyes)
(These eyes, these eyes)
(These eyes)
Credits
Writer(s): Wesley St Aubyn Williams, Burton Cummings, Randall Bachman
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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