Mega Ran, Sxvxnt, Hexsagon - Valley Of Doom lyrics
[Mega Ran, Sxvxnt, Hexsagon - Valley Of Doom lyrics]
DN3 got beats cuz! Uhh, c'mon
Get your hands up high, high, high
Now get your hands up high, high, high
Now get your hands up, uhh
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
And I'm, somethin like a hybrid:
A butterfly and bee via Ali with the stylus
Right? yeah bottle up my pain then
I write it into rhyme
Watch it leak out the pen one item at a time
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
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 kill them
And I fill them with something
Via Pun's rhyme style
Shatter rappers unilateral patterns
I'm lights out who runs mics wild?
And I'm the one right now
I'm everywhere like Drake's punchline style
And when it's crunchtime
Dial up the squadron:
NRS leaders, MVPers of the genre
We the best, see the rest
I see them BBM'n, tweetin and textin
Gettin mad when they see me winnin
But, I ain't got SUV's with TV's in 'em
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
Get your hands up high, high, high 2X
Now get your hands up high, high, high
Now get your hands up, ahh, ahh, ahh
Whattup? Okay
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
Get your hands up high, high, high
Now get your hands up high, high, high
Now get your hands up, uhh
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
And I'm, somethin like a hybrid:
A butterfly and bee via Ali with the stylus
Right? yeah bottle up my pain then
I write it into rhyme
Watch it leak out the pen one item at a time
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
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 kill them
And I fill them with something
Via Pun's rhyme style
Shatter rappers unilateral patterns
I'm lights out who runs mics wild?
And I'm the one right now
I'm everywhere like Drake's punchline style
And when it's crunchtime
Dial up the squadron:
NRS leaders, MVPers of the genre
We the best, see the rest
I see them BBM'n, tweetin and textin
Gettin mad when they see me winnin
But, I ain't got SUV's with TV's in 'em
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
Get your hands up high, high, high 2X
Now get your hands up high, high, high
Now get your hands up, ahh, ahh, ahh
Whattup? Okay
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