[Style: cinematic funk-rock, punchy bass, boxing arena drums, playful swagger, big brass hits, crowd chants, male vocal with backing shouts, 95 BPM] [Intro | crowd noise | boxing bell] Ding ding, lights up Big rat, big grin Tiny cat steps in Let the round begin [Verse 1 | tight groove] He built the arms He built the chest Flexed in the mirror Thought he was the best Cat stayed quiet Eyes green fire Small frame loaded Like a coiled wire [Pre-Chorus | rising tension] Rat throws thunder Cat moves clean One slips outside One strikes unseen [Chorus | big hit | crowd chant] Train what they can’t see Power underneath Small move, big shock Down goes the beast Train what they can’t see Strong where it counts One clean punch And the rat taps out Ropes snap back Ref drops down Nine… ten… Cat wears the crown [Outro | chant | bell] Small muscle Big power
