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