BUILT FROM THE BLOCK

BUILT FROM THE BLOCK They say they wanna make music, but the voices sound fake, Cover art make-believe, everything they create. I'm showing what I can do with the voice that I own, Built this from the ground up, I did it alone. Don't need nobody else, I got these two bare hands, My own opportunity, now I'm making my plans. Built to last like Ford Tough, Chevy rock-solid, Came up from the block, now the whole thing polished. I don't care what they say, put my name to the test, V Nasty, Iron Cedar, Midwest in my chest. Built from the trap, but I came out with a mission, Put the truth on the mic, now I'm bringing competition. Dismantling the mantle, every battle getting handled, Words hit hard like Scrabble letters when they're scrambled. I dibble, I dabble, I was working on the corner, Two-for-ones in my hand, everybody knew the order. Now I'm showing you the truth, no fear in my voice, I built this with my hands, and I made my own choice. No disguise, no gimmicks, no pretending on the mic, What you hear is what I am—daytime or night. Hut one, hut two—now I'm marching to the goal, Touchdown on the track, let the whole stadium roll. Spike that microphone, let the beat shake the ground, Iron Cedar came to build—now remember that sound.