Demigodz - The Summer of Sam lyrics

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