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