Viking Cypher
Yo we got the viking invading islands
And sippin' highland
To get drunk I'm chugging mead
While I am conquering giants
They cold as ice and showing muscle like they iron
Still I keep on fighting
One day I'm blessed to feast in the hall of violence
We call it Valhall Scandinavian tradition
Die honorably in battle it's the creed for admission
Whether arrow, sword, bullets, don demarco your mission
The gods of old will welcome your soul as a worthy addition
For eternal battle where we fighting dusk until dawn
We sit down and feed eternally cuz our food respawn
Make no mistake we value neither wittiness or our brawn
Employ them both our spirits grow
While we prepare to be gods
But still you call me a heathen
That's true I'm watching you bleeding
Tear out your lungs fold 'em over your shoulders
Call it blood eagle
I'm eager to hear you spitting
But all of your spit is dripping
And now your drool is pooling
Your shit is sloppy in need of schooling
Listen
Man I'm an asshole to the core
Make you crash on to the floor
With the shit that I'm spittin'
You grasping the pearls on your chest and screaming "oh lord"
Taking you back to the last century
You whack rappers better prepare to be
Faced by an onslaught of lyrical masters
You never picked up a dictionary
You messing with the team
Seven o three
Ripping all the seams
Like hulk we turn to green
Blunt force trauma taking hits to the head
Blasting fire from my mouth until my eyes turn red
I'm bred from the ashes like a Phoenix it was said
A servant from hell with rap in every one of his cells
It's me
Banished from the earth by Constantine
"John wicking" all these baddies like Keanu Reeves
I'm taking breath breathtaking I'm waking
Up from a nightmare breath in the night air
I am the knight's heir I'm waiting
To protect the holy book from all these faking fake kings
Claiming ratings 6 months later your name is fading
Never happy with my moves I always want more
So I'm staying in the lift we going top floor
On the grind against the competition
Gore galore turning you to mince
And in my mind this decision total war it's time to rinse
"Now wait just a minute
He's shameless and wicked
Greatness or sickness
His brain must be twisted"
You damn right
Won't go down without a grand fight
And I planned it all aight
Rip your salivary gland right out
Now let me hear you spit
Show me your rebuttal bitch
But every time you open up your talking shit
Now what the fuck is this
You got faecal matter on yo lips
Now I'll supply the rhymes divine
Ensuring you'll be shitting bricks
We shooting ourselves we blowing shit up
We tearing each other to pieces
A whole generation depressed keep popping the pills
Cuz it works like adhesive
Pulling the mind together like water to ice when it freezes
Now I've never been religious but at this point all of us need Jesus
I've got my team Seven O Three the circle is staying close bro
We 3 deep we ride Ceed
But we all swedes so we good yo
A country so fucked up
But we Vikings we are warriors
We fight our way up fuck being famous
I'll be notorious
King of the hill 703 victorious
And sippin' highland
To get drunk I'm chugging mead
While I am conquering giants
They cold as ice and showing muscle like they iron
Still I keep on fighting
One day I'm blessed to feast in the hall of violence
We call it Valhall Scandinavian tradition
Die honorably in battle it's the creed for admission
Whether arrow, sword, bullets, don demarco your mission
The gods of old will welcome your soul as a worthy addition
For eternal battle where we fighting dusk until dawn
We sit down and feed eternally cuz our food respawn
Make no mistake we value neither wittiness or our brawn
Employ them both our spirits grow
While we prepare to be gods
But still you call me a heathen
That's true I'm watching you bleeding
Tear out your lungs fold 'em over your shoulders
Call it blood eagle
I'm eager to hear you spitting
But all of your spit is dripping
And now your drool is pooling
Your shit is sloppy in need of schooling
Listen
Man I'm an asshole to the core
Make you crash on to the floor
With the shit that I'm spittin'
You grasping the pearls on your chest and screaming "oh lord"
Taking you back to the last century
You whack rappers better prepare to be
Faced by an onslaught of lyrical masters
You never picked up a dictionary
You messing with the team
Seven o three
Ripping all the seams
Like hulk we turn to green
Blunt force trauma taking hits to the head
Blasting fire from my mouth until my eyes turn red
I'm bred from the ashes like a Phoenix it was said
A servant from hell with rap in every one of his cells
It's me
Banished from the earth by Constantine
"John wicking" all these baddies like Keanu Reeves
I'm taking breath breathtaking I'm waking
Up from a nightmare breath in the night air
I am the knight's heir I'm waiting
To protect the holy book from all these faking fake kings
Claiming ratings 6 months later your name is fading
Never happy with my moves I always want more
So I'm staying in the lift we going top floor
On the grind against the competition
Gore galore turning you to mince
And in my mind this decision total war it's time to rinse
"Now wait just a minute
He's shameless and wicked
Greatness or sickness
His brain must be twisted"
You damn right
Won't go down without a grand fight
And I planned it all aight
Rip your salivary gland right out
Now let me hear you spit
Show me your rebuttal bitch
But every time you open up your talking shit
Now what the fuck is this
You got faecal matter on yo lips
Now I'll supply the rhymes divine
Ensuring you'll be shitting bricks
We shooting ourselves we blowing shit up
We tearing each other to pieces
A whole generation depressed keep popping the pills
Cuz it works like adhesive
Pulling the mind together like water to ice when it freezes
Now I've never been religious but at this point all of us need Jesus
I've got my team Seven O Three the circle is staying close bro
We 3 deep we ride Ceed
But we all swedes so we good yo
A country so fucked up
But we Vikings we are warriors
We fight our way up fuck being famous
I'll be notorious
King of the hill 703 victorious
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Writer(s): Alexander Germer
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