Blood in the Iron

BLOOD IN THE IRON

Explicit • Hardcore Rap / Industrial Metal / Gym Anthem

Yeah…

Another day. Another plate.

Ain’t here for the cameras.

Ain’t here for the fame.

I came for the pain.

LET’S FUCKING WORK!

Wake up, no sleep, got a demon inside,

Got a hundred damn reasons to bury my pride.

Black coffee, cold sweat, heart full of rage,

Another fuckin’ monster just escaped from the cage.

Got the iron in my hands and the fire in my veins,

I don’t count my excuses, motherfucker, count plates.

Been through the dirt, been dragged through the mud,

Now I’m building my kingdom with sweat and my blood.

Testosterone running, got my mind on the mission,

Needles and ambition, that’s a dangerous addiction.

But the drugs don’t lift the weight, they don’t earn my respect,

Still gotta put the fucking work in for every damn rep.

No shortcuts to the mindset, no substitute for grit,

When the bar starts bending, that’s when shit gets lit.

I’m not here for a trophy or somebody’s applause,

I’m at war with myself and I don’t know how to pause.

ONE MORE REP!

ONE MORE PLATE!

FUCK THAT PAIN!

EMBRACE THAT WEIGHT!

HEART BEATS HARD!

VEINS EXPLODE!

LET THAT MOTHERFUCKING BAR GET LOADED!

I WANT THAT PUMP!

I WANT THAT PAIN!

I WANT THAT BLOOD RUSH FLOODING MY VEINS!

BREAK ME DOWN!

BUILD ME UP!

NO FUCKING LIMITS!

NEVER ENOUGH!

IRON AND BLOOD!

SWEAT AND STEEL!

THAT FUCKING PUMP IS THE ONLY THING I FEEL!

PUSH! PUSH! PUSH!

TILL THE BODY GOES NUMB!

I’M A GODDAMN ADDICT TO THE PUMP!

Yeah, I got that beast-mode, deep-zone, tunnel-vision mindset,

Sweat dripping, chest ripping, ain’t even hit my prime yet.

Heavy on the bench press, demons on the deadlift,

Everybody talks big till it’s time to fucking lift.

Anabolics in the conversation, everybody got opinions,

But I ain’t building muscle sitting back and playing victim.

There’s a price for every choice, yeah, I know what is at stake,

Ain’t a vial on this planet putting plates up in my place.

I want shoulders like boulders, back like a tank,

Forearms full of pressure and a chest like a bank.

Quads getting thicker while the waistline shrinks,

Got my headphones screaming so I don’t gotta think.

My reflection’s my rival, my obsession’s my curse,

Every time I get bigger, man, the hunger gets worse.

Muscle fibers screaming, nervous system on fire,

I can feel the blood rising and I’m taking it higher.

You think I’m done?

You think I’m tired?

YOU THINK I’M FUCKING FINISHED?

Look at me.

LOOK AT ME!

There’s still weight on that bar…

AND I AIN’T FUCKING LEAVING!

LOAD IT UP!

RIP IT OFF!

FEEL THE FUCKING PRESSURE!

NEVER STOP!

BLOOD RUSH!

SKIN TIGHT!

CHASE THAT FUCKING PUMP ALL NIGHT!

ONE!

MORE!

FUCKING!

REP!

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