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Black Parade

Zenei stílus: Hip-Hop Kiadás éve: 2020
Előadó: Beyoncé

Zeneszerző: Blu June, Brittany Coney, Worldwide Fresh, Derek Dixie, Kaydence, Caso, JAY-Z, Beyoncé
Dalszövegíró: Blu June, Brittany Coney, Worldwide Fresh, Derek Dixie, Kaydence, Caso, JAY-Z, Beyoncé
I'm goin' back to the South
I'm goin' back, back, back, back
Where my roots ain't watered down
Growin', growin' like a Baobab tree
Of life on fertile ground, ancestors put me on game
Ankh charm on gold chains, with my Oshun energy
Drip all on me, woo, Ankh or the Dashiki print
Hol' up, don't I smell like
Such a nag champa incense?
Yeah, pure ice, ice, buss down
Uh, flooded, flooded, on my wrist, out
Ooh, goin' up, goin' up
Motherland, motherland drip on me
Ooh, melanin, melanin
My drip is skin deep, like
Ooh, motherland, motherland
Motherland, motherland drip on me
Ooh, yeah, I can't forget my history is her-story
Being black, maybe that's the reason why
They always mad, yeah, they always mad
Been past 'em, I know that's the reason why
They all big mad and they always have been

Honey, come around my way, around my hive
Whenever momma says so, momma say
Here I come on my throne, sittin' high
Follow my parade, oh, my parade
Talkin' slick to my folk, lift that lip like lipo
You hear them swarmin', right? Bees is known to bite
Now here we come on our thrones, sittin' high
Follow my parade, oh, my parade

Yeah, yeah, I'm for us, all black
All chrome, black-owned
Black tints, matte black
Roll by, my window down, let 'em see who in it
Crack a big smile
Go figure, me and Jigga, fifty 'leven children
They like, "Chick, how?"
I charge my crystals in a full moon
You could send them missiles, I'ma send my goons
Baby sister reppin' Yemaya
Trust me, they gon' need an army
Rubber bullets bouncin' off me
Made a picket sign off your picket fence
Take it as a warning
Waist beads from Yoruba
Four hunnid billi', Mansa Musa
Stroll line to the barbeque
Put us any-damn-where, we gon' make it look cute
Pandemic fly on the runway, in my hazmat
Judgin', runnin' through the house to my art, all black
Ancestors on the wall, let the ghosts chit-chat
Hold my hands, we gon' pray together
Lay down, face down in the gravel
Woo, wearin' all attire white to the funeral
Black love, we gon' stay together
Curtis Mayfield on the speaker
Lil' Malcolm, Martin mixed with momma Tina
Need another march, lemme call Tamika
Need peace and reparation for my people
Fuck these laid edges, I'ma let it shrivel up
Fuck this fade and waves I'ma let it dread all up
Put your fists up in the air, show black love
Motherland drip on me, motherland
Motherland drip on me

Honey, come around my way, around my hive
Whenever momma says so, momma say
Here I come on my throne, sittin' high
Follow my parade, oh, my parade
Talkin' slick to my folk, lift that lip like lipo
Hear 'em swarmin', right? Bees is known to bite
Now here we come on our thrones, sittin' high
Follow my parade, oh, my parade

We got rhythm, we got pride
We birth kings, we birth tribes
Holy river, holy tongue
Speak the glory, feel the love
Motherland, motherland drip on me, hey, hey, hey
I can't forget my history, it's her-story
Motherland drip on me, motherland
Motherland drip on me

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

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