Video: Black Parade With Lyrics

In a post titled “Black Parade Route,” she wrote. “Happy Juneteenth. Being Black is your activism. Black excellence is a form of protest. Black joy is your right. ‘Black Parade’ benefits BeyGOOD’s Black Business Impact Fund, administered by the National Urban League, to support Black-owned small businesses in need.”

Under that, she shared several Black-owned businesses and creators that her fans can support: She included restaurants and bars, arts and design, fashion, wellness and health, and more. The list was created and curated by @ZerinaAkers with @black.owned.everything.

 

Lyrics

[Intro]
Ah

[Verse 1]
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, oh
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), ice (Ice), buss down
Uh, flooded (Flooded), 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, yeah
Being black, maybe that’s the reason why they always mad
Yeah, they always mad, yeah

Been past ’em, I know that’s the reason why they all big mad
And they always have been

[Chorus]
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 (My folk), lift that lip like lipo (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 (Yeah), black-owned (Yeah)
Black tints (Yeah), matte black (Yeah, yeah)

Roll by, my window down, let ’em see who in it
Crack a big smile (Ding)
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 (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)
Straw 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
(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 (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

[Chorus]
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 (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’ high
Follow my parade, oh, my parade

[Bridge]
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, hey
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

[Chorus]
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’ high
Follow my parade, oh, black parade

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