White people always seem to put us down
Don't like the looks of hassle they found
But don't forget your first batch, come with me by my hand
Chipperies, I'm gonna get you, she don't care
It's up to my hands and she, myself, to get through
Try again and again, I'm talking to you
If we're here for a reason, can't you see?
The things together will accomplish, I can see
It's for the grand avenue, she said, "Are you here?"
It's the things she's seen, hey, it's really quite clear
People told us how to do it so that you would know
Who we get to use them to to know us for
You better put your bullshit and your lies
Only one thing left to do, hold your knives
Combine our talents, we'll ghost into one
This is our reward, time for play, we'll get things done
It's the vitamin, the un-nothing, can't you see?
It's what makes all this unity