Chi-Ali the lady stunner, I`m stunning the stunts
That`s blowing me kisses because I`m a Native Tounger
The native runner, and I`m about to blaze this flock track
Like Isaac, I leave ya in the Hayes
For days and days and days you try and phase
Yet you need to get Met, cause yo I heard it pays
Your pockets looks skimp, but yo there`s a bulge in my jeans
Cause I`m only 15 and ripping rap scenes
All the magazines say that cat`s hitting
But I feel like a rat getting chased by all the kittens
And all the coytoes setting up traps
But collapse on the faaaaabulous
No haps I design, a lined on the boom blue batter
Up next, me context a hex, from the complex
Rough, stuff, I puff, smoke, you wanna toke slow poke?
Nope, you can`t get nothing sporty
Your girl`s naughty, talking bout Who`s shorty, who`s shorty?
But get your girl cause I don`t wanna be the stunner
Just the runner, the funky Roadrunner
Cool it coyote, I`m the roadrunner running things (Repeat 4x)
I shook up, honey ice tea
That`s domino a girl, I`m an O and a fly MC
From the, from the west
I`m fly from the east, peace to both, we know who`s best
Dip dip dip, I`m dipping landmines and pits
That coytoes set up to keep me from making hits
They want me to go pop but I`m a hip-hop the vote
So you know the only pop I`m popping is a soda
Never quote a Vanilla line when I wrote a
My mouth the trigger action and my brain`s a speed loader
And yo my pockets stay loaded
(Hey Chi, I heard you blew up) Pssssh, exploded
But now my Redhead, a Kingpin Ed said
Move It The kid got skills, don`t belive me?
I`ll prove it, to all, from Tony to T and
My vision`s perfect, but if you smoke crack, I ain`t trying to see ya
The only thing I smoke are my mics
So take a hike and uuhhhhh, don`t sweat my Nikes
And don`t be sleeping on my statute, it`s no fact
I measure up to MC`s because my mic`s a protractor
And it may come as a shocker
I bumped around and got more styles than you`ll find at Foot Locker
So cool it coyote, cool it coyote
Or I`ll break a coyote, I hate a coyote
And if you`re coyote, I won`t hang with ya
Trying to trap off, or run off and bust a cap off, get the picture?
Hope so, cause I don`t wanna be the dunna
Just the runner, the funky roadrunner
Cool it coyote, I`m the roadrunner running things (Repeat 8x)
I`m about to be but, but before I do
I gotta say what`s up to my crew
The Q, yeah, and on the check one, two
Is the Lemonader with Dres who said the choice is on you
So what`s up Doc? Butcher for the cut
And can I get a nut (What?) Chill, a Beatnut
This combination you can`t break, I`m hard to taste
So step to me and get cut up just like a steak
Yeah, I know that`s from one of my promos
But my rhymes roll on more tracks than a fat set of ???
Total Wreck, Sean Cato got ill skills
The Op Shop cannt drop so yo just chills nills
Girls say I`m cute as a button
Fly denim, my raps` venom, I pin em
To, my trusty, my trusty old pad
No curses in these verses, respects due to mom and dad
Now tell me who`s the #1 son of
Oh you guessed it, it`s the funky roadrunner
Cool it coyote, I`m the roadrunner running things (Repeat 8x)
Can you make him run? Well let me him run! (Repeat 4x)
