Pimpin'

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

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

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

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

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