Beyonce ● BLACK PARADE (Extended Version)

Ah




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

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Ah




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

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




Honey, come around my way, around my hive

Whenever mama say so, mama say

Here I come on my throne, sittin′ high

Follow my parade, oh, my parade

Talkin′ slick to my folk (my folk), nip 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, black-owned

Black tints, matte black

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)

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

(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 mama 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




Honey, come around my way, around my hive

Whenever mama say so, mama say

Here I come on my throne, sittin′ high

Follow my parade, oh, my parade

Talkin' slick to my folk (my folk), nip that lip like lipo (lipo)

You hear ′em swarmin', right? (bzz) Bees is known to bite (bzz, bzz)

Now here we come on our thrones, sittin′ high

Follow 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, 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, woo, woo




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




Honey, come around my way, around my hive (my)

Whenever mama say so (hey), mama 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), nip that lip like lipo (lipo)

You hear ′em swarmin', right? (bzz) Bees is known to bite (bzz, bzz)

Now here we come on our thrones, sittin′ high

Follow my parade, oh, black parade




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