It's the number one champion sound

It's the, it's the number one champion sound

We keep it simple

Ninety-nine problems and this bitch is one

So if you having girl problems, I feel bad for you son

I ain't the empire's son, but I'm David Crock's daughter

And the telephone [?] to keep this static off my line

To keep my mind on my money and this money on my mind

'Cause when the wind start to whistle, you can't turn the hands of time

And if change is what you're after then you gotta spend time

And if you wanna live holy, then you gotta be divine

Divine like my temple and divine like my mind

And divine like the source that I channel here from time

I'm a source and a force to be reckoned with from time

And I got time today, so let me do it for the vine

Yeah do it for my family tree, ancestral deities

So when they intersect the plane, I'm on the frequencies complete

And half the frequencies compete with low vibrations

To raise the energy that we need for liberation

It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust

From dawn to dusk I'm up plotting ominously

On the controversy surrounding black lives

I say we do us something smart and go hitch us a ride

Back to the motherland where we found our pride

This land ain't our land, and you finding out why

Too many black girls missing, and we all know why

Too many black boys killed at the hand of the swine

Oluwatoyin went missing at the drop of a dime

Oluwatoyin went missing, and that black girl mine

Oluwatoyin, say her name 'cause they toying with minds

Oluwatoyin was nineteen, I'm two years elder her prime

I thought we was protecting black bodies, she was out there front line

My sister was out there in the field, while a house nigga was cozy in mine

As time develops, I hope to be more of a leader than a tweeter

Hope you remember my actions more than my clever lines