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Fierce Angel Presents Fierce Disco, Vol. 5 (Colton Ford) · Fierce Angel Presents: A Little Fierce, Vol. 3 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Defender (Rory Gallagher) · Defender (Rory Gallagher) · Defender (Chris McClarney) · Defender [Limited Edition] (Rory Gallagher) · Defender (Chris McClarney) · Defender (Rory Gallagher) · Defender (Rory Gallagher) · Fierce Freestyle Classics, Vol. 3: The Mix Tape (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


walls the city sleeps
No more conflict the blood is shed three gold lions on flags of red

Lion, Lionheart
Defender of the faith
Lion, Lionheart
Three sons have I, and they 
Ride by my side. The fierce, 
The black, and the wicked are 
Their names we ride down my 
Enemies on their
horses, you must ride
Loyal comrades by your side
Prince of lions, the second son
Through the darkness the king will come

Lion, lionheart
Defender
Three sons have I, and they
ride by my side--The fierce,
The black and the wicked are
their names--we ride down my
enemies on their half-hearted
tall

The people were struck by terror and fear
While beasts intruded their ground
Like the flow of a storm that none can control
Cascades of blood
fire came down
Down from the sky into the ground
The clouds moved aside as the sword was cast from the sky
Burnt by a mark of fire, who shall make this
The circle of bones has been sealed,
Prepared for these most ancient rites.
Three virgin cunts arrested by chains,
Gut them like pigs,
Let their
made of wood and smelled like gasoline 
The days were at least twice as long and the grass was green 

Running for my life, I was cursed by a talking
n****
Lt Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers

Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be
Capricorn, Aquarius
Lost so much blood, these bitch niggaz in they periods
They say I be living the role, like 'Pac in Juice
And only fuck with fly bitches
Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious
defender ain't givin' a fuck 
The fool must be sparkin' 
Talkin' about a double life plea bargain 
You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G
Talkin about a double life plea bargain 
You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G 
Plus the Black Guerilla family 

And the white pride
In the county jail I'm straight catchin hell
Facin strikin 3, goin crazy in my jail cell
Goddamn, I'm thinkin through
They tryna hit me 25 for
delegates and panelists all representin they nationalism
And the battle inches on, every section separated
By eth-nic features decorated veterans deliverin
[GZA]
The echo chamber enhance the flow wit the block party
Keep an MC head spinning like Dark Bacardi
This B.A.C. is 2.3
Now the liver's damaged,
And all that time that 187 was on my mind 
Shot the man in cold blood 
And I knew his momma saw the drive-by 
Design, and there ain't no tv until you see
when it heard the first blast 
And then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed 
And the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar 
Looked more like
mall everyday, nigga, I stay fly
26 inches, yeah, I'm sittin' up high
And I'ma keep it hood, homie, dat's no lie

Not day goes by, that I ain't high
Hit
started bustin
Blood started to flood the floors, by the elevator doors
That's the last thing that I saw
Damn, we plan to make grands of our home
and think 
I lose myself in a cradle of a sadistic hate
I slowly shake
It rings in my blood, and I salivate 
Like a chorus of cats in heat,
For
work off, egg blood type insight
Black stoned out of mind like ganja smoke in flight
Aesthetically pierce, genetically fierce
I'm shattering earth plates
of entertainment meets the lust for blood and demerits, cutters of the pie throw your summers in the sky, collar pop jolly roger, die motherfucker die, apache
real. 
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine. 
Said everybody
Shine. 
See'mon."

It's not luck that I'm sittin' here 
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
seven inches four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin harshly
Beat up and battered, they pull me out
I watch