The Summer of Sam

Hello from the gutters of New York City which are filled with dog manure, vomit, stale wine, urine and blood. I am still here. Like a spirit roaming the night: thirsty Hey yo pump up the jam, it's the summer of Sam I got a pen in my hand, scribbling a pentagram I'm the founding forefather, Masonic book author Midnight marauder that's harder than Sergeant Slaughter Graphic novelist, Frank Miller, serial killer Drive tanks through your metropolis, I simply think iller My cold flows make you shiver like zombies in Thriller Mike jack move, we demigodzillas Hey yo I'm slicker than Zorro, Nicky Santoro Rhymes sharp enough to split a man at his torso Operation omega, searching every bodega Looking for the Doe Raker, Demigod soul takers It's ya boy Big Motive, DGZ Flow's a deadly poison, BBD But far from Mike Bivins, the god is trife livin' Might run up in your crib to rob with night vision It's the (son of Sam) So pull the trigger tight my friend And them bullets will go right to your chin Malfunction 'cause I modified the firing pin Sabotage anybody who conspire to win I'm sniping 'em man... Ryu, my mama call me Ryan Maginn The son of Randal and Sam is my Siamese twin We rubber gripping the summer Banana clip if you slippin' I put that 100 round drum in And light your house up like Christmas Ugh Pump! Pump the jam! This is summer of Sam, run around with a gun in my hand So just pump it, just pump it, just pump it, just pump it up Pump! Pump the jam! This is summer of Sam, run around, .44 in my hand So just pump it, just pump it, just pump it, just pump it up Ap's feared like Blackbeard appeared in your telescope You could see the city burn and you smell the smoke See me rocking a mask like a lucha libre Walk up during your set and shoot your DJ Knife fight, chess box, black and white squares Throw spears that's sharper than Rothstein in the Tangiers New school fake thugs squeeling like old stairs I throw slugs that'll end your careers I've reinvented the category for rappers that battle gory I'm all heart, Tony Stark invest in my laboratory And finding me smack dab right next to a black lab They saying Eso kill 'em all and put 'em in trash bags Every verse I spit I'm trying to murder shit Till the Summ' of Mas like I'm David Berkowitz Listen, I'm on a mission to fill in the void missin' 'Cause any track I touch: needing a mortician Jealousy and envy lurk so since I might be shot My car got bulletproof glass like the Chinese spot (what!?) Me and Sheila feeling Sharon sharin' at The Sheraton You might stay holding the crown but I'm wearing it Yeah, you can't tell if a freedom fighter's a terrorist 'Cause my closet kinda resemble TI Harris' Choppers on the floor, cash stuffed in Louie luggage So I ain't even gotta act tough: the Uzi does it Pump! Pump the jam! This is summer of Sam, run around with a gun in my hand So just pump it, just pump it, just pump it, just pump it up Pump! Pump the jam! This is summer of Sam, run around, .44 in my hand So just pump it, just pump it, just pump it, just pump it up