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