(Verse 1) At ten years old, a mic in hand, Little rapper with dreams, making a stand. In the schoolyard, spitting rhymes so tight, Every lyric he drops, shining like a light. (Chorus) He's a young sensation, breaking through, Ten years old, but his flow is true. In the playground, he's the talk of the day, Tiny rapper, making big waves his way. (Verse 2) Homework and recess, that's his routine, But after school, he's in the studio scene. Backpack full of dreams, ambition so high, With each verse, he reaches for the sky. (Chorus) He's a young sensation, breaking through, Ten years old, but his flow is true. In the playground, he's the talk of the day, Tiny rapper, making big waves his way. (Bridge) No bedtime stories, just beats and rhymes, In the world of hip-hop, he climbs. His playground a stage, where he spits fire, At ten, he's the rhyme supplier. (Verse 3) From the swing set to the rap game, He's got a gift, a natural flame. Older heads amazed, at his skill and style, At ten years old, he's making them smile. (Chorus) He's a young sensation, breaking through, Ten years old, but his flow is true. In the playground, he's the talk of the day, Tiny rapper, making big waves his way. (Outro) So here's to the kid with the mic in hand, A 10-year-old rapper, taking a stand. In the world of hip-hop, he's got a say, Tiny lyricist, paving his own way.