
I'm Vikingur (Hijacked Aux Remix)
[Intro] These bitches got cops on me. I'm bad with the gov bitch! I put my ghost mask on and assault them cops bitch! I'm bad with 'em what bitch? Get the fuck out of my face, bitch! [Verse 1] Enough is enough, I buried my feelings deep enough, Ya think y'all ruff, tuff or gruff? I'll snuff out y'alls bluffs. Check this out. [Rant] Popular kid! Now he boutta make a 9 min long track aint he? Now he boutta add violins and sax in to the mix, What even is he about? He's just a fucking kid that claims he bends genres, He thinks he's Nirvana, Rammstein or Metallica. He thinks he's- [Verse 2] They ridicule me for my talents, Pff, what's new? I knew they'll come after me as I grew. See, due to my relentlessness, I went through, Round 1, Round 2, Round 3 I pursued. Tonight I flip the script, thought I'd drop another riff? Only few knew What I can do to befuddle all of ya, See, you joke about my finals, Say I’m carried by the fame, But respect ain’t a trophy, That you think ya can claim. Gaining respect takes time, Gaining Love? A whole another life, It’s bout the effort that you put in, Through weeks, through months, Day and night, never ending, constant grind. I was kind enough to stay silent, Watching y'all from behind, See I designed my sound, with delicacy, Tuning everything finely, Combined all my talent into one unique mix, Refined by yours truly. I ain't a lyrical legend like Aidan, Or a Ryder that is a Ghost, Those guys are the Top Dawgs. [Chorus] I'm Vikingur. Creativity and storytelling unbound. A lyricist by day, an assassin when it's night, I don't write weak tracks, I architect the heights, Stack plaques on shelves, trophies for my fights, Think twice before you type, keep your petty spite, On the chat, in the DMs, all your noise is trite, I bring verses like sermons, every line a delight. (Wait, TKCen hijacked my aux cord?!) \You thought I was done?/ [Verse 3] Same prompts, same sounds, same story, nothing to be found, No effort, no thoughts with those copy paste sounds, they laugh when votes roll in, Like I bought my role. Now hands on their throats, 'metaphor', Imma tighten the hold you sow what you reap, Watch 'em fold, I stayed silent while envy brewed and quietly grew. Now I speak, skies crack, proof I always knew, Voices loud, mind blown, heart thrown, rage that has grown now taste what it feels like to get owned, I'm on top of everything, look up my real name, get yourself educated while ya at it eh? [Chorus] I'm Vikingur. Creativity and storytelling unbound. A lyricist by day, an assassin when it's night, I don't write weak tracks, I architect the heights, Stack plaques on shelves, trophies for my fights, Think twice before you type, keep your petty spite, On the chat, in the DMs, all your noise is trite, I bring verses like sermons, every line a delight. [Outro] This is me, Vikingur, good-hearted but ready to strike, Mess with me wrong, I’ll take you out in one night. I’m built from my light and my dark, that’s my might, So take this track, do what you will, question your life. I'm out of this bitch. Question your life. Original track and lyrics by Vikingur - © 2025 TKCen ---------------------------------------------------------- Mastered track on Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/tkcen/im-vikingur-hijacked-aux-remix Join our AI:U community at https://discord.gg/aiufm and listen to our radio at https://aiu.fm/

