**[Intro]**
*(Low rumbling bass + delayed guitar swells, distant whispers)*
Low… grown…
Steel toe… stride…
5’2 but I ride high…
**[Verse 1 – Lightning twisted flow]**
Boots low grown mock toes, flat real no slide
Steel toe locked, match every stride I provide
Glide on the dark road, never let the ground decide
5’2 but I skate high, elevation amplified
Beat kept low, 808s pound through the ribcage
Tan up this hide till it cracks like thunder on the stage
Short frame big flame, heel clicks heavy as a war drum
Mock toe flex but the soul armored, never succumb
Height watchers hesitate, then they taste the dust cloud
Roll through the circle, leave opponents bowed down
Steel cap kiss pavement, sparks erupt when rage hits
Tan this hide to iron, pain-proof, no quits
Low profile, high odometer, constructed supreme
5’2 supernova burst, watch the short king redeem
**[Chorus – Soaring + crushing]**
*(Odd-meter riff drop, layered distorted vocals)*
Steel tooo-oo-oe…
Matching my stride…
Skate hiii-iii-igh…
Tan this hiii-iii-ide…
Low grown ruler, flat throne eternal
Steel in the marrow when the fragile fall infernal
Boots kiss the earth but the spirit levitates
5’2 and the whole damn world disintegrates…
**[Verse 2 – Even more frantic]**
Mock toe stomp crater every slab that I contact
No slip grip locked, traction on the heart attack
Steel toe real glow, heat rise when the track crack
Tan this hide to battle plate, wear it through the black
Vertically compact but the obstacle get flattened
Skate high on the low, focus locked, never scattered
Tall claims crumble when I stride in these low grown
Flat sole sold the devil, now his kingdom overthrown
5’2 casting 6’8 shadow with every move
Step echo ripple, whole block feel the groove
Beat low war drum, kick hit like artillery fire
Hide tanned with the bloodline, forged in the pyre
**[Bridge – Hypnotic atmospheric breakdown]**
*(Clean arpeggios building to massive distortion)*
Small in the frame…
Stride stretches forever…
Steel fused in the vein…
Leather forged in endeavor…
Weight of the low grown crown…
Presses the weak to the ground…
5’2…
Eyes never looking down…
**[Verse 3 – Chaotic rapid-fire peak]**
Laces pulled tight, no slack in the forward gait
Mock toe counterstrike when they violate my space
Steel reveal the core when the low end detonates
Tan this hide, ride eternal, never hesitate
Compact but the shadow stretch like endless night verse
Skate high, levitate, bury the pla
ReAsh