[Verse]
Frustration, unjust nation
Ride parked outside, just casin'
2-11, break in, throw seven
Shots to seven body parts, that's not heaven
Red Label, Johnny Walker, red table
No coat, no cane, so I remain able
Young brother, young lover, bitches like down under
Discover, the bio on a real Brother Love
Black shepherd, red like an actual record
Untethered, I'm free like AccuWeather
Young spokesman, I-5, L.A., Oakland (C-A)
All Truman, smooth like Paul Newman
Ruby Dee-ski, CIF southern section-esty
Why she tell me that she wanna be beneath me?
Black leopard, rare like an actual record
Untethered, I'm free...

[Chorus]
Them have a champion sound, them have a bossman sound
Them have a champion sound, they have a bossman sound
Them have a champion sound, them have a bossman sound
Them have a champion sound, them have a bossman sound
Champion sound

[Outro dialogue: Paul Mooney]
I mean, I've always been able to write and...both (Yeah)
I mean, I've worn different hats and like, I'm a creative person
I'm an artist (Yeah), an artist first, everything else second