The Run‑N‑Rumble Beat

Lyrics

[INTRO] Yo, it’s a hot day, the clock’s tickin’ slow, Lindsey’s in the kitchen, but the alarm ain’t ready to blow. [VERSE 1] She steps on the floor, she’s feelin’ the heat, A rumble in her gut, it’s a funky little beat. The timer’s on the stove, the timer’s on her wrist, She’s counting seconds, she’s about to make a twist. She’s looking at the toilet, but it’s a minute away, She’s got a deadline, but the clock is gonna play. She’s hustlin’, she’s shufflin’, she’s sprintin’ to the right, She’s thinking, “I can’t miss this, I gotta finish it tonight.” [CHORUS] Run, run, run, the beat’s in her gut, She’s breakin’ the rhythm, she’s callin’ it “gut.” She’s racing the clock, she’s racing the fate, She’s hoping the rhythm won’t turn into a freight. [VERSE 2] She’s breakin’ it down, she’s talkin’ in rhyme, The beat in her belly, it’s like a line. The world’s watching, the kitchen’s in heat, She’s got a moment, she can’t afford to cheat. Her shoes on the floor, she’s jammin’ a track, The beat’s on the floor, and the rhythm’s in her backpack. She’s countin’ the beats, she’s counting the minutes, She’s trying to finish the track before it finishes. [CHORUS] Run, run, run, the beat’s in her gut, She’s breakin’ the rhythm, she’s callin’ it “gut.” She’s racing the clock, she’s racing the fate, She’s hoping the rhythm won’t turn into a freight. [BRIDGE] She’s not a champ, she’s not a legend, She’s a person on a mission, just keep it in her. The beat is a story, the story is a jam, She’s a rhyme in a hurry, a lyrical slam. [OUTRO] When the beat’s finally over, she’s feeling a sigh, She’s breathing a laugh, she’s looking at the sky. She’s a story in rhyme, she’s a rhyme in a beat, She’s a flow in her life, that’s what we all meet.