Yo ain't seen what I seen in this game son Been in this a long long long time Yo ninety Still though the visine baby it's the visine Yo
I build with Israelites God bodies F o y sony T.O. to Brooklyn Many nights in Bedsty trees out in Cali With brothers from frat sippin' henny mad Got Toronto's rap to Maracitles Met Quincy Jones in eighty nine, my idol Chicks from every nationality, showin' Listen, check my Grabbin' me, showin' mad love in the Performed for and politicians Even done shows with the greatest of all time I was the one who used to say (eighty is mine) I've seen alot of valleys, I've seen of peaks I've the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat Son, stick to vision, peep the composition I fell, but a voice kept saying
(these eyes) seen alot of in the game (these eyes) seen alot of with the fame (these eyes) alot of highs and lows, but that's just the way life goes (these eyes) seen my name written in (these eyes) I seen of things in my life (these eyes) alot of highs and lows, but that's just the way life goes
I grab the microphone, like the priest does a Johova be shinin' clouds are over me So I recelect, remember Kid On BLS played my joint when I heard protect ya Back in two, but let's go back to eighty eight Flemington, Don and Negleton Makin' with S and gellin' them Next year changed the scenery, gave birth to energy Remember when you labels feelin' me Toa, Ice-T and Public Much gave me love, you niggas had to me Couldn't to see a brother shine I seen of valleys, I seen alot of peaks I seen the bitter with the sweet, and defeat Player 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 to say Wes, wake up, stop dreamin' I paid my dues, brothers me sacrafice Mr. Maes' got the iller track, I did a sixty song in the key of life I that if I stayed focus, when situations seemed hopeless God starin' in the mirror, black I my lyrics written out like esco I'm elevatin', breakin' the of satan So I'm gone, the parable will carry on To show the rap world how the slept Young cats can sitback, tron, cool out, and sing along I seen alot of valleys, I alot of peaks I seen the bitter the sweet, victory and defeat I fell, but a voice kept sayin' Son, to your vision, stick to your vision I the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat I seen alot of valleys, I alot of peaks Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept Son, stick to vision, out