Jorund or Jörundr (5th century) was a Swedish king of the House of Yngling. He was the son of Yngvi, and he had reclaimed the throne of Sweden for his dynasty from Haki (the brother of Hagbard, the hero of the legend of Hagbard and Signy, and Snorri cites two kennings from this legend Sigar's steed and Hagard's fell noose, when telling of Jorund).
Snorri Sturluson relates that when Jorund was young he used to travel the seas and plunder with his brother Erik, and they were great warriors. One summer they plundered in Denmark where they met another pillager, King Gudlög of Hålogaland (a province in Norway) with whom they fought. They took him prisoner and carried him ashore at Stromones where they hanged him. Gudlaug's surviving companions raised a mound over him there.
Snorri then cites the poem Háleygjatal by a Norwegian skald named Eyvindr skáldaspillir:
This act rendered the Swedish princes, Eric and Jorund, even more famous and they were thought of as even greater men. When they learnt that King Haki no longer had his forces around him, they decided to take care of their enemy. They assembled a large force that was joined by Swedes as they approached. They entered Mälaren (a bay at the time) and steered towards Uppsala. They left their ships at the Fyris Wolds and were met by Haki who had less men. Haki was a brutal fighter and managed to turn the tide of the battle. He slew Erik who held the banner and Jorund retreated with his men. Haki had been seriously wounded and died.
[A-Wax]
Yo feel my flury
Feel my fury
Middle finger to the world
Till I'm burried
Heaven or hell
Choose one or be a treat
By seven I'm in a spell, bumpin' a beat
Somethin' comes from deep within me
Talkin' sickly, stictly, talkin' to me
So possibly I could be goin' insane
Snortin' this cane
Stressed out like a muthafucka flowin' his pain
Misunderstood by most
Few people considered close
It's a very thin line between foes and folks
Slide up [?] and spokes, bangin' the curb
Stumblin' out the driver side tamin' the Burg
Mumblin' words, ready to reach
Dawg I'm deadly wit heat
Hold it steady I'll be
A fuckin' nut, patna what
Run up and get touched
Sent him on a journey stretched out on a gurney
I'm turnin' more savage as the days go by
Think I'm headed for the flames
Dawg, I ain't gon' lie
It's a cold world full a sin
What the fuck, what the fuck
What the fuck are you supposed to do
They after you and they want yo soul
But it ain't nothin' you can do
Wit that chrome 44
All the love in the world couldn't kill this rage
And I simply love nothin' but this kill I blaze
[Chorus: Woodie (A-Wax)]
Let me take you on a journey (journey)
Heaven to the depths of hell burning (heaven to the depths of hell)
Westcoast to eastcoast where we makin' earnings (westcoast, eastcoast)
America, we ain't scared of ya we darin' ya (America) (darin' ya)
Better be prepared when you hit the Bay Area (better be prepared) (Bay Area)
Journey, heaven to the depths of hell burning (heaven to the depths of hell)
Westcoast to eastcoast where we makin' earnings (westcoast, eastcoast)
America, we ain't scared of ya we darin' ya (America) (we darin' ya)
Better be prepared when you hit the Bay Area (better be prepared) (Bay Area)
[Woodie]
That's the point ya existance
I could feel these haters in a distance
Plottin', schemin', dreamin' that they can get wit this
Witness through the eyes of a survivor
From these battlefields in the streets
I was born a fighter
And unlike many others
I've been through this shit
I've held a homie's hand
Till he died and lost grip
Homie rip, rest in peace
Things we used to say but fuck that!
That ain't enough I'm gonna ride to my grave
Think I'm gonna pay for the actions that you make
I'm way beyond the point of wonder why I'm [?] trait
This goes to all my enemies
Big or small, your up in the fault
I got nothin' to loose
I die or win it all
Look my mind is like a brick wall
Hard to penetrate
This stuborn muthafucka that I am is ready to demonstrate
You tend to fake
Sucka you'll be the first to go
Cuz I'm a lay it down, right now
Woodie let ya know
[Chorus x2]