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 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 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 [Chorus] (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 Flemington, Don Mills and Negleton Makin' beats with S and gellin' them Remember when you labels wasn't feelin' me Next year changed the scenery, gave birth to your energy Toa, 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 [Chorus