The Summer of Sam Lyrics & Tabs by Demigodz
The Summer of Sam
guitar chords lyrics
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 the founding fore father
Masonic book author.
Midnight marauder that's
Harder than Sargent slaughter.
Graphic novelist
Midnight marauder that's
Harder than Sargent 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 Zorrow
Nicky Santoro.
Rhymes sharp enough
To split to split a man at his torso.
Operation omega,
Searching every bodega,
Looking for the dough raker,
Demi god soul takers.
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)
So pull the trigger tight
My friend,
And thoem bullets will go
Right to your chin.
Auto function
Cuz I modified the firing pin
Sabotage anybody
Who conspire to win
I'm sniping 'em then...
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.
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.
Knife fight, chess box
Black and white squares.
Throw spares that's sharper
Than Rothstien in the Tangiers.
New school fake thugs
Screaming like old stairs,
I throw slugs
That will End your careers.
I reinvented the category
For rappers that battle gory,
I'm all heart, Tony Stark
Invest in my laboratory.
Finding me smack dab
Right next to a black lab.
They saying Eso kill 'em all
And out 'em in trash bags.
Every, I spit
I'm trying to murder shit.
Till the summer mines
Like Im David Berkowitz
Listen, I'm on a mission
To fill in the void missin
'Cuz 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.
Me and Shela feeling sharron
Sharin at The Sheraton
You might stay holding the crown
But I'm wearing it.
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.
