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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
3%
Performer
Nooky
Vocals
Dallas Woods
Vocals
Angus Field
Vocals
Julian Jovanovski
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dallas Woods
Composer
Angus Field
Composer
Julian Jovanovski
Composer
Corey Webster
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JUJO
Producer
Billy Gunns
Mixing Engineer
Leon Zervos
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
(Yeah)
[Chorus]
Oh shit, I'm back on my shit
I’m a stranger in my own land
Get that ochre out them bricks
Yeah, huh
BNP, BNP
Black and proud, bitch!
BNP, BNP
I'm black and proud, bitch!
[Chorus]
Oh shit, I'm back on my shit
I’m a stranger in my own land
Get that ochre out them bricks
Yeah, huh
BNP, BNP
Black and proud, bitch!
BNP, BNP
I'm black and proud, bitch
[Verse 1]
Oh shit, guess who landed on the moon?
I don’t come from suit and tie
I don't come from silver spoon
Come from never bite your tongue
Be da loudest in the room
Bite the bullet till it break
Don't you wait for it to-
I've been beaten black and blue
I’ve been beaten 1 V 2
It’s just me myself and tribe
What the fuck we gonna do?
But I’m really BNP
Every fucking day and week
I close my eyes and I see black
I can do this in my sleep
[Verse 2]
Lately I been counting sheep
Guess they need to catch some Z’s
If jealousy is a disease, they ain't get that shit from me
But I do hope you get well
I guess only time will tell
And If we’re talking time and money
Free my cousins outta jail
Ahh
[Chorus]
Oh shit, I'm back on my shit
I’m a stranger in my own land
Get that ochre out them bricks
Yeah, huh
BNP, BNP
Black and proud, bitch
BNP BNP
I'm black and proud, bitch
[Chorus]
Oh shit, I'm back on my shit
I’m a stranger in my own land
Get that ochre out them bricks
[Bridge]
Always was and always will be you don’t fuck with us
Standing on this sacred ground you don’t fuck with us
Always was and always will be you don’t fuck with us
And you don’t fuck with us
[Chorus]
BNP, BNP
Black and proud, bitch
BNP BNP
I'm black and proud, bitch!
BNP, BNP
I'm black and proud, bitch
BNP
Tell the queen I need that crown, bitch!
[Verse 3]
Oh shit, guess who stole the fucking sun?
This my father’s eldest son
Kept that wisdom from my mum
Now this black boy’s stacking funds
Put that spear right in their lungs
This that weak minds getting sung
See that tree branch where they hung?
That’s the Family Tree why they scared of me?
I need yarndi, I need therapy
I need change, for a better me
But I still want pain for my enemies
And I’m really BNP every fucking time I speak
I close my eyes and I see bread
It’s that yellow, black and red
Me and Dallas killed the dead
Lore man you 'bout to see
If jealousy’s a disease
They ain’t get that shit from me
Written by: Angus Field, Corey Webster, Dallas Woods, Julian Jovanovski