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