The Summer of Sam - Demigodz

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