MC D-Feld, yo!
Allr Ganga Berserkr, wi-otch!
Peace up, down, an’ all around!
East Wind rush and West Wind blast,
Comin’ right at you, lightning fast!
North Winds howl and South Winds blow,
Praise to Odin, here we go!
Now we make with the flow.
(Verse 1)
Viking all come heed the horn,
Spears all shining in the glow of the morn.
Old and young, fair and swarthy,
Odin himself, he’s deemed ye worthy!
Gather round, in frith assemble.
Swear on the ring, don’t dare dissemble.
Swear you’ll stand and hold the line,
Fill up the cups with mead and wine.
Hail! Hail! Say it with me!
Hail! Hail! Great Gods, come, see!
You got your ballas in Valhalla,
Of swaggin’ types you’ve got your crop.
Now Midgard’s bumpin’, shout out “Holla!”
‘Cause everybody’s dancin’ the Heathen Hop!
(Instrumental)
(Verse 2)
I’m steppin’ to the mic, reppin’ PKP
And the gods that we’ve known since the BCE.
Hugin and Munin, send word to Odin.
Out on the fjord, this longship’s floatin’.
We sailin’ to Asgard, workin’ them oars,
Hear us marchin’ straight to your doors.
Decked to the nines in Nordic apparel,
We chuggin’ down mead and ale by the barrel!
Doesn’t matter how you get here; fly, ride, or walk.
‘Cause we gonna frith it up and we ain’t gonna stop!
When you get to the party, go an’ party like it’s Ragnarok!
DJ, keep it goin’, man, start up the Heathen Hop!
(Instrumental)
(Bridge)
Hail to Bragi, the Lord of Skalds!
The club is packed from wall to wall!
But someone’s on the side, goin’ “blah, blah, blah.”
Push ‘em out on the floor like “Fus Ro Dah!”
Nobody opt out, nobody left out,
The Æsir crew’s lookin’ down from the top.
Come on now, Midgard, let’s blow some minds with the Heathen Hop!
(Verse 3)
We shinin’ on the haters, like Balder, so bright.
Keep the party goin’ all day, all night.
Get down, my Heathens, get berserk with it!
It’s the Heathen Hop, yo, it’s the real shit!
Boom! goes the Thunder like Thor’s on the beat,
D-Feld’s on the mic with rhymes elite.
I roll like a Viking, a real Heathen balla,
That’s why they call me Brother ValHOLLA!
Straight from MC D-Feld to the multitude,
Blessed are the ones who dance ‘till they drop.
Carry right on with the berserkitude,
‘Cause there ain’t no stoppin’, no there ain’t no stoppin’ the Heathen Hop!
The Philadelphia rapper turns the children's music formula on its head with old-school beats and sharp life lessons. Bandcamp Album of the Day Sep 13, 2023