BLACK PARADE

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**"BLACK PARADE"** is a song composed by Beyoncé for *The Lion King: Revisited*. It was released on July 31, 2020, as part of Beyoncé's film *Black Is King* and was included in the accompanying deluxe edition of *The Lion King: The Gift*.

## Lyrics

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, Ankara Dashiki print

Hol' up, don't I smell like satya, Nag Champa incense?

Yeah, pure ice (ice), ice (ice), buss down

Uh, flooded (flooded), flooded (flooded), on my wrist, ow

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

Eeya, 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 passed '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 (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

On fours, all black

All chrome, black-owned

Black tints, matte black

Walked 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

Rubber bullets bouncin' off me

Made a picket sign off your picket fence

Take it as a warning

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

Children runnin' through the house and 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

We 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

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), nip that lip like lipo (lipo)

You 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 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

Being black, maybe that's the reason why they always mad

Yeah, they always mad, yeah

Been passed '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 (my folk), lift that lip like lipo (lipo)

You hear 'em swarmin', right? Bees is known to bite

Now here we come on our thrones, sittin' high

Follow my parade, oh, black parade

## Trivia

* The original release date for *Black Parade* was June 19, 2020, also referred to as Juneteenth, a day commemorating the end of slavery in the United States.