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 [x4]



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 [x8]



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 [x8]



Can you make him run? Well let me him run! [x4]