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