Yo—I’m five-foot-seven’, voice like a blade, Pockets empty, but my bars got weight, They laughed when I stepped in— “Kid, you’re too small” Now I’m in their inbox, watch the giants fall Industry suits, fat off the streams, Sippin’ champagne while we chase dreams, They gatekeep the booth, lock the keys, But I’m pickin’ the lock with these melodies I’m the glitch in the matrix, the bug in the code, Tiny frame, massive load—watch the throne erode They sign deals with devils, sell souls for a check, I spit truth so raw, they gotta double-check Fast flow—double-time, triple-threat, I’m the underdog bite, they the big bad vet They built empires on lies, on fake-ass trends, I built mine on nights I cried—then wrote again They call me “niche,” I call ‘em “niche-less,” I’m the spark they fear—watch the whole thing combust One verse, one mic, no label, no chain, I’m comin’ for the crown—let the bloodstain Chorus (chant it—crowd roars) Small man, big mouth—industry shake Tiny hands, giant rage—watch ‘em break From the basement to the stage—ain’t no fake I’m the storm they can’t tame—let ’em quake (Verse two) accelerate, no brakes, no chill, They ghosted my DMs—now they ghost in the bill I got scars from the grind, ink on my skin, Every rejection’s a brick—now I’m buildin’ within They want radio-safe, I want radio dead, I’m the rebel yell—echoes in your head They push pop stars, plastic, no soul, I push pain, passion—watch the real ones roll I’m the David to Goliath, slingin’ syllables, One shot—boom—now they all feelin’ miserable They said “wait your turn,” I said “turn the page” Now I’m headin for the scene—watch the rage Final sprint—breathless, vicious, alive Small body, big fight—yeah, I’m still inside They thought I was noise—nah, I’m the signal I’m the future they fear—I’m the real deal, yo Yo—I’m the shadow in the spotlight, the glitch they can’t delete, Five-foot frame but my flow’s six-foot-three—complete They said “too small,” I said “too much”—now they sweatin’ the heat I’m the virus in the system, crashin’ every beat I came from the basement, no elevator, no lift, Just hunger, just grit, just a pen and a rift They laughed at my demos— “Kid, that’s cute, that’s quaint” Now I’m on their playlists—watch the streams go insane I’m the typo in their contract, the leak in their vault, The kid they ignored—now I’m hauntin’ their fault They sign kids for looks, for TikTok, for clout, I sign deals with myself—my own damn account Fast—faster—I’m the bullet they missed, Dodgin’ execs like they’re ghosts on the list They push autotune kings, I push raw-ass pain, They want safe, I want rage—let it rain, let it rain I got bars like grenades—pull the pin, watch ‘em pop, Every line’s a landmine, every verse a chop They built walls ‘round the game—I’m the wreckin’ ball Outro—slow it just a hair, then explode So bow down, big boys—your time’s up Little man comin’—and I’m takin’ the cup Five-foot fury—industry, you’re done I’m the storm—now watch the throne run. They runnin’—scramblin’—suits in the back, Doors slammin’, phones buzzin’, “Who let him in the track?” They hidin’ behind screens, blockin’ my name, But I’m viral already—your panic’s my fame They runnin’ from the truth—too raw, too real, I spit like a chainsaw—cut through the deal They ghosted my calls, now they ghost in the charts, I’m the ghost in the machine—tearin’ ’em apart They runnin’—sweatin’—execs in the boardroom, “Shut him down quick—before he starts the boom” But I’m already echoin’—every speaker, every phone, Pocket-sized reaper—now you’re never alone They runnin’—stumblin’—trippin’ on lies, I got receipts, got bars, got the fire in my eyes They built a castle on sand—now the tide’s comin’ in, I’m the wave they can’t stop—watch the empire spin They runnin’—breathless—can’t keep up the pace, I’m five-foot fury—puttin’ fear on your face They thought I was small—nah, I’m the size of a storm, Now they’re runnin’ from me—while I’m stayin’ warm [beat slows—808s drop to a low pulse, hi-hats fade to a whisper. Voice drops, almost a murmur] So… yeah. They runnin’. But I’m still here. Small. Quiet. Waitin’. And the next time they look back— I’ll be right behind ’em.

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