I would like to think
That i was there
In the very beginning
Whitout me
There wouldn't be
No nigerians for you
to know
in the formless chaos
I would be doing our bidding
Extrapolating problems
From the one and only zero
CHORUS
Oh ho
remember me
I'm pimping the background of
Sorrow
Yeah that's me
From a million miles of space
Is where you'll find me
Singing
Yoruba songs of navigation
For you to sing and play
and follow
all time i'll streche and bend
and mend for you at a single sitting
i'll measure you up and down
just like a black vogue model
CHORUS
BRIDGE
The songs we sing today
we'll pimp tomorrow
we'll just smile and say
we're pimps of sorrow
I'd like to think that you'll be there
with our space and time ending
Without you, there wouldn't
be no Black Americans for me
to know
in the formless chaos
You would be doing their bidding
Manipulating data from
the one and only machine