[Intro] Yeah... Iron Cedar. Northwoods. Black Sheep. You wanted another rapper... Nah. I'm building a movement.

[Intro] Yeah... Iron Cedar. Northwoods. Black Sheep. You wanted another rapper... Nah. I'm building a movement. [Verse 1] I was molded in the mud where the cold wind whistles, Where the pain writes scripture and survival's official. Government promises? Half of 'em artificial, Every scar in my spirit turned my bars to a missile. They profited preachin' what was right, what was wrong, While the kids in the struggle had to fight to belong. Juvenile files stacked high, names all wrong, Now I'm breaking every chain that they tightened for so long. I ain't asking for sympathy—keep that aside, I'm just giving y'all the truth that they buried alive. Blue-collar backbone with a backroad drive, Every setback fueled the fire that survived. [Pre-Chorus] I don't want the throne— Build another table. I don't chase the wave— I'm the damn tidal cable. Every word heavyweight, Every verse unstable, Iron Cedar carved from timber— Too hard to label. [Chorus] Make my own lane, I don't ride no trend, Built in the Northwoods, I was born to defend. You can keep the fame, you can keep the hype, I'm swinging truth so hard it cuts clean through the mic. Chess? Nah... Checkers? Nah... I don't play either game. Hopscotch over every obstacle, Remember the name. Heavy bars, heavy hands on the blueprint plan, Building something they can't stop— That's the Iron Cedar brand. [Verse 2] They said, "Stay in your place." I replied, "Watch me elevate." Pressure built a powerhouse, Now the doubters resonate. Every line calibrated, Every rhyme serrated, Every loss became another reason I graduated. Got gravel in my boots and determination in my veins, Northwoods in my lungs while I'm weathering hurricanes. I don't fold under pressure—I apply it to the page, Now my notebook's got enough fire to ignite a generation. This ain't industry polish, This is calloused hands. This is busted knuckles, Trying to rebuild the land. This is fathers, mothers, Trying to feed the fam, While politicians talking like they understand. [Bridge] No ghostwriter. No gimmick. No fake image. No limit. Just a man with a mission And a microphone. Turning every broken road Into a stepping stone. [Final Verse] I don't care who trending— I'm transcending the cycle. Independent vision with survival as the title. Country in my roots, Hip-hop in my blood, Northwoods on my shoulders, Still rising from the mud. Tell the gatekeepers, "I ain't waiting at the door." I built my own entrance, Now I'm building twenty more. If the industry don't hear me, The people will instead— 'Cause legends ain't appointed... They're remembered when they're dead. So keep your little trophies, Keep your little chains. I'd rather leave my children With a blueprint than a name. Iron Cedar— Built from pressure, grit, and flame. Not just making songs... I'm changing the game.