[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 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.
[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 will 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 kill 'em all
And put 'em in trash bags
[Verse 10:Motive]
Every, verse I spit
I'm trying to murder shit
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 glass
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.
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