And I'm going with the storm
[Verse 1: Diaz]
I walk through Lost citys filled with rash
And snowdrift the temperature never shifts.
You can't travel cause your sails got rifts,
Approach my coast and imma give you lifts.
Icicles and frost is what I'm spitting,
No heat it's just the cans that be clicking
You get frost spitting if your anthem island, the Scandinavian island.
When I'm over dry land, inhold strong characters, sticking up mic carriers,
We're savages you've been born to rock Hammet with horns,
Under grave of my ancestors I've sworn to keep doing mic pillages,
The wars we're thundering, plundering your villages,
That's how real it is in these cold waters Oh were's slaugthers,
We live under lips of porters.
[Chorus: Diaz]
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)
[Verse 2: Diaz]
I'm crossing ice majestic like a polar bear,
Disturbing the planets atmosphere,
It's neighbour warfare out here where I'm from,
Leading fleet into open sea confront I'm on some,
Evacuate type of shit no need for T. P. S 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 Zone home where they can't trace me.
[Chorus: Diaz]
Defenders defenders defenders defenders defenders of the north sea
Don't fuck with the stormy weather
Defenders defenders defenders defenders defenders Diaz and Tommy Tee
And I'm going with the storm, And I'm going with the storm
[Verse 3: Diaz]
Outshine foreign mcs like Morils, I swallow 'em like waves to it's krills
From the glacial conti', like Kon-ti-ki defender of the north pedigree,
Me measure my velocity in knots,
But I move at such speed the Russkis can't unlock,
I split you fuck hunt you down one by one,
You get done done by my nautical tounge,
Took the title from pre storm controlers,
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 lying to defend,
Mermen off and on like the tide, the most live beats be the waves I ride.
From the north side of things oh poslings Ship sinks in the land of
Vikings.