BLACK PARADE

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I’m goin’ back to the SouthI’m goin’ back, back, back, backWhere my roots ain’t watered downGrowin’, growin’ like a Baobab treeOf life on fertile ground, ancestors put me on gameAnkh charm on gold chains, with my Oshun energy, ohDrip all on me, woo, Ankh or the Dashiki printHol’ up, don’t I smell like such a nag champa incense?Yeah, pure ice (ice), ice (ice), buss downUh, flooded (flooded), flooded (flooded), on my wrist, outOoh, goin’ up, goin’ up, motherland, motherland drip on meOoh, melanin, melanin, my drip is skin deep, likeOoh, motherland, motherland, motherland, motherland drip on meOoh, yeah, I can’t forget my history is her-story, yeahBeing black, maybe that’s the reason whyThey always mad, yeah, they always mad, yeahBeen past ’em, I know that’s the reason whyThey all big mad and they always have been

Honey, come around my way, around my hiveWhenever momma says so, momma sayHere I come on my throne, sittin’ highFollow my parade, oh, my paradeTalkin’ slick to my folk (my folk), lift that lip like lipo (lipo)You hear them swarmin’, right? Bees is known to biteNow here we come on our thrones, sittin’ highFollow my parade, oh, my parade

Yeah, yeah, I’m for us, all blackAll chrome (yeah), black-owned (yeah)Black tints (yeah), matte black (yeah, yeah)Roll by, my window down, let ’em see who in itCrack a big smile (ding)Go figure, me and Jigga, fifty ‘leven childrenThey like: Chick, how?I charge my crystals in a full MoonYou could send them missiles, I’ma send my goonsBaby sister reppin’ Yemaya (Yemaya)Trust me, they gon’ need an army (ah)Rubber bullets bouncin’ off me (ah)Made a picket sign off your picket fence (ah)Take it as a warning (ah, ah)Waist beads from Yoruba (woo)Four hunnid billi’, Mansa Musa (woo)Stroll line to the barbequePut us any-damn-where, we gon’ make it look cutePandemic fly on the runway, in my hazmatChildren runnin’ through the house and my art, all blackAncestors on the wall, let the ghosts chit-chat(Ancestors on the wall, let the ghosts chit-chat)Hold my hands, we gon’ pray togetherLay down, face down in the gravelWoo, wearin’ all attire white to the funeralBlack love, we gon’ stay togetherCurtis Mayfield on the speaker (woo)Lil’ Malcolm, Martin mixed with momma Tina (woo)Need another march, lemme call Tamika (woo)Need peace and reparation for my people (woo)Fuck these laid edges, I’ma let it shrivel up (shrivel up)Fuck this fade and waves I’ma let it dread all up (dread all up)Put your fists up in the air, show black love (show black love)Motherland drip on me, motherland, motherland drip on me

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Honey, come around my way, around my hiveWhenever momma says so, momma sayHere I come on my throne, sittin’ highFollow my parade, oh, my paradeTalkin’ slick to my folk (my folk), lift that lip like lipo (lipo)Hear ’em swarmin’, right? (Zz) bees is known to bite (zz, zz)Now here we come on our thrones, sittin’ highFollow my parade, oh, my parade

We got rhythm (we got rhythm), we got pride (we got pride)We birth kings (we birth kings), we birth tribes (we birth tribes)Holy river (holy river), holy tongue (holy tongue)Speak the glory (speak the glory), feel the love (feel the love)Motherland, motherland drip on me, hey, hey, heyMotherland, motherland drip on me, hey, hey, heyI can’t forget my history, it’s her-storyMotherland drip on me, motherland, motherland drip on me

Honey, come around my way, around my hive (my)Whenever momma says so (hey), momma say (hey, hey)Here I come on my throne, sittin’ high (high)Follow my parade, oh, my parade (hey, hey, hey)Talkin’ slick to my folk (my folk), lift that lip like lipo (lipo)Hear ’em swarmin’, right? (Zz) bees is known to bite (zz, zz)Now here we come on our thrones, sittin’ highFollow my parade, oh, black parade

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