Defenders of the North Sea - Diaz, Tommy Tee

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