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 

Chorus