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[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 [Apathy] 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. [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. Letras de cancionesMike jack move, we demigodzillas. [Esoteric] 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. [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) [Celph title] 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] 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] [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. [Blacastan] 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. [Esoterridactyl] 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. [Motive] Every, verse 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. [Celph] 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. [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. From Letras Mania