[Intro]
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
[Verse 1:Apathy]
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 fore father
Masonic book author
Midnight marauder that's
Harder than Sergeant Slaughter.
[Verse 2:Blacastan]
Graphic novelist
Frank miller, serial k**er
Drive tanks through your metropolis
I simply think iller
My cold flows make you shiver
Like zombies in thriller.
Mike jack move, we demigodzillas.
[Verse 3:Esoteric]
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.
[Verse 4:Motive]
It's ya boy big motive
DGZ
Flows 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)
[Verse 5:Celph titled]
So pull the trigger tight
My friend
And them bullets will go
Right to your chin
Malfunction
Cuz I modified the firing pin
Sabotage anybody
Who conspire to win
I'm sniping 'em man...
[Verse 6:Ryu]
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
[Hook]
[Verse 7:Apathy]
Ap' is feared like Blackbeard
Appeared in your telescope
You could see the city burn
And you smell the smoke
You see me rockin a mask
Like a lucha libre
Walk up during your set
And shoot your DJ.
[Verse 8:Blacastan]
Knife fight, chess box
Black and white squares
Throw spares that's sharper
Than Rothstien in the Tangiers
New school fake thugs
Squeeling like old stairs
I throw slugs
That'll End your careers
[Verse 9:Esoteric]
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 k** 'em all
And put 'em in trash bags
[Verse 10:Motive]
Every, verse I spit
I'm trying to murder sh**
Till the Summ' of Mas
Like Im David Berkowitz
Listen, I'm on a mission
To fill in the void missin
'Cuz any track I touch
Needing a mortician
[Verse 11:Celph Titled]
Jealousy and envy lurk
So since I might be shot
My car got bulletproof gla**
Like the Chinese spot
Me and Sheila feeling Sharon
Sharin' at The Sheraton
You might stay holding the crown
But I'm wearing it
[Verse 12:Ryu]
Yeah, you can't tell if
A freedom fighters a terrorist
Cuz my closet kinda resemble TI Harris'
Choppers on the floor
Cash stuffed in Louie luggage
So I don't even gotta act tough
The Uzi does it.