Maestro Lyrics

Album: Built To Last

Stick To Your Vision Lyrics

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]