Savant aka Stanstro - Valley of Doom lyrics

[Random] DN3 got beats cuz! Uhh, c'mon Get your hands up high, high, high {*2X*} Now get your hands up high, high, high Now get your hands up, uhh [Random] + (Savant) Aiyyo Savant (what down Ran?) These cats just don't understand So we gotta hit 'em once again, aiyyo The plot thicken, the block licker, your spot's missin Stocks risen now listen I'm not kiddin My mission is dominance, my life's on the line I'm an animal, uncaged like Tyson in his prime [Savant] And I'm, somethin like a hybrid: A bu*terfly and bee via Ali with the stylus, right? [Random] Yeah bottle up my pain then I write it into rhyme Watch it leak out the pen one item at a time [Savant] So do I, so it's itemized; Once I hit the lines I'm revived and revitalized and primed The night is live Inscribed, inscrutable and indisputable Philly and Chi bring the truest two We're boons to music who simply inspire The youth who put their lives on a pad Young gifted with the writtens exhibiting more than swag Itchin to get mentioned with spitters their mom and dad spun Random, step into the realm and get it spazzin [Random] Yeah, when it comes to peers, we have none Shook ones wanna grabs guns, AK's, tecs and magnums You don't want what happened to the last one Who went one on one with the dragon of rappin Scott Pilgrim, I just not feel them Rappers who spend time destroyin and not buildin I've stopped chillin in spots I frequented Producers send me tracks, Savant, and I k** them [Savant] And I fill them with something via Pun's rhyme style Shatter rappers unilateral patterns I'm lights out Who runs mics wild? [Random] And I'm the one right now I'm everywhere like Drake's punchline style [Savant] And when it's crunchtime, dial up the squadron: N.R.S.; leaders, MVPers of the genre We the best, see the rest [Random] I see them BBM'n, tweetin and textin Gettin mad when they see me winnin But I ain't got STV's with TV's in 'em [Savant] And they don't either man! Don't believe the feebs they're spinnin (YEAH~!) These cats are standin in line at the Colonel's Chicken right? They be like, "Can I get that there three piece chicken?" See 'em lyin [Hook: Random] Get your hands up high, high, high {*2X*} Now get your hands up high, high, high Now get your hands up, ahh, ahh, ahh [Random] Whattup? Okay [Hexsagon] My wave transmissions freezin competition I leave 'em shocked like a clumsy electrician And if you're with the mission then get blinded by the vision I'm firin up the heat, like I'm cookin in the kitchen My fanbase follows, the flows stay consistant Smash the competition, break through all resistance I'm buildin bridges, connections moving through visions Socializing networks so you know of my existance I don't spit lyrics, that attract crickets I make noise, to scare even the toughest critics Never afraid, to take any step Ever since me and music met, I build rep What you expect? Another weakling Skip an emcee like me, you must be sleeping Since I came out, put cats to shame No hurricane can extinguish my eternal flame [Hook]