Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Defenders of the North Sea, artist - Diaz. Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Song language: English
Defenders of the North Sea |
| I walk through Lost city’s filled with rash |
| And snowdrift the temperature never shifts |
| You can’t travel cause your sails got rifts |
| Approach my coast and I’mma give you lifts |
| Icicles and frost is what I’m spitting |
| No heat it’s just the cans that be clicking |
| You get frosted if you enter my land, the scandinavian island |
| When I’m on dry land, inhold strong characters, sticking up mic carriers |
| We’re savages. |
| you’ve been born to rock Hammet with horns |
| On the grave of my ancestors i’ve sworn to keep doing mic pilages |
| The wars we’re thundering, plundering your villages |
| That’s how real it is in these cold waters, of whaleslaugthers |
| We live under lips of porters |
| Defenders, defenders, defenders, defenders, defenders of the north sea |
| Don’t fuck with the stormy weather |
| Defenders, defenders, defenders, defenders, defenders of the north sea, |
| (north sea) |
| I’m crossing ice majestic like a polar bear, disturbing the planets atmosphere |
| It’s naval warfare, out here where I’m from |
| Leading fleet into open sea confront, I’m on some |
| Evacuate type of shit, no need for GPS to navigate my ship |
| I used to win force to set the course, and I always return to the north |
| To the mighty fjords surrounded by a wood belt |
| MC explorers get dealt I make the poles melt |
| As I scream towards the, open sea rapidly, Splitting it as a faculty |
| You wanna battle me, element number 4 |
| Offshore I drag you down to the seafloor |
| Where death finders can’t locate me |
| The Black Star soar home where they can’t trace me |
| Outshine foreign MCs like More eels |
| I swallow 'em like whales do with krills |
| From the glacial conti', the Kon-ti-ki defender of the north pedigree |
| Me, measure, my velocity in knots |
| But I move at such speed the vices can’t lock |
| I split you flock, hunt you down one by one |
| You get done done by my nautical tounge |
| Took the title from pre storm controllers |
| Poseidon and I allers, the seven sea holders |
| Now who’s the ballers you, ha, ha, try again |
| Bring it on I got a coast line to defend |
| Mermen off and on like the tide |
| The most fly beats be the waves I ride |
| From the north side, of things |
| Oh poslings, Ship sinks in the land of vikings |