Apathy - Summer of Sam lyrics

[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.