Sky Iron

(Trap-country / industrial southern rap fusion)

Yeah… we still out here buildin’ this thing

You call it destiny, I call it questionable engineering

And I call it the only way forward.

(808 drops in with hammer + steam hiss rhythm)

Barn floor rattlin’, sparks in the dark

You talk big dreams, I read the parts

Blueprints bent on a coffee-stained table

Say it’ll fly but that frame ain’t stable

I’m tighten bolts while you rewrite fate

Say “trust the sky,” I say “contemplate”

One bad lift and we both go down

Turn this workshop into a ghost-town sound

You build hope like it’s pressure and heat

But pressure don’t care if your math ain’t neat

I don’t build safe, I build what moves

You build what lasts, I build what proves

We ain’t agreein’, but we aligned

Same storm, different state of mind

You hear risk, I hear flight

You see failure, I see height

And if it breaks when it leaves the ground

Then we fix it next time it comes around

[George:] This ain’t how airships are made…

[Richard:] Maybe that’s why they never flew right.

We build it up, we push it high

Sky iron reachin’ for a burnin’ sky

You say it falls, I say we try

Either we fly or we learn to die

Smoke in the seams, fire in the drive

This ain’t a machine—it’s stayin’ alive

Steel and a prayer, pressure and time

If it lifts off once, it’s already mine

You don’t hear the math when it starts to scream

Just chase that horizon like it’s a dream

I see stress lines, you see wings

I see failure you refuse to bring

Boiler’s talkin’, it don’t sound kind

Pressure gauge runnin’ outta time

You keep smilin’ like the sky’s your friend

But gravity don’t care in the end

I’ve seen dragons shadow whole hills black

So I don’t care what we might lack

If it holds one minute above that ground

That’s one minute closer to burnin’ them down

You call it reckless, I call it truth

Every great thing was built in a booth

Of noise and doubt and broken schemes

And men who refused to quit their dreams

[George (spoken):] You ever think it ain’t supposed to fly?

[Richard:] Yeah. That’s why it will.

(beat slowly rebuilds)

We build it up, we push it high

Sky iron cuttin’ through a burnin’ sky

You say it falls, I say we try

Either we fly or we learn to die

Smoke in the seams, fire in the drive

This ain’t a machine—it’s stayin’ alive

Steel and a prayer, pressure and time

If it lifts off once, it’s already mine

If this thing flies… I’m not sayin’ I believed it.

Just sayin’ I didn’t stop it.

That’s enough.