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I build with Rastafarians God bodies F o y sony Muslims T.O. to Many nights in Bedsty blazin' out in Cali brothers from frat sippin' henny mad friendly Got Toronto's rap to Maracitles Met Jones in eighty nine, that's my idol Chicks from nationality, showin' hospitality Listen, my rendition Grabbin' me, showin' mad in the club for royalty and politicians Even done shows the greatest emcees of all time I was the one who to say (eighty nine is mine) I've alot of valleys, I've seen alot of peaks I've seen the bitter with the sweet, and defeat Son, stick to your vision, the composition Sometimes I fell, but a kept saying
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I the microphone, like the priest does a roseary Johova be when clouds are over me So I recelect, Kid Capri On BLS played my joint when I heard protect ya Back in ninety two, but let's go back to eighty Flemington, Don and Negleton Makin' beats S and gellin' them Next year changed the scenery, birth to your energy Remember when you wasn't feelin' me Toa, and Public Enemy Much gave me love, you had to envy me stand to see a brother shine I seen alot of valleys, I seen alot of I seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and haters always workin' overtime Sometimes I fell, but a voice sayin' Son, stick to your vision, peep the
Your fantasize, fuck the rappin', it happen Yo, people used to say Wes, up, stop dreamin' I my dues, brothers seen me sacrafice Mr. Maes' got the iller track, I did a three Another in the key of life I figured that if I stayed focus, when situations seemed Seen God starin' in the mirror, I want my lyrics out like esco I'm elevatin', the spell of satan So when I'm gone, the parable carry on To the rap world how the industry slept Young cats can sitback, puff tron, cool out, and sing I alot of valleys, I seen alot of peaks I the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat Sometimes I fell, but a kept sayin' Son, stick to your vision, stick to your I seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and I seen of valleys, I seen alot of peaks Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept Son, stick to vision, out