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Janelle Monae and Erykah Badu team up for a funky thought provoking banger called “Q.U.E.E.N.” that addresses the issues of hate and disrespect women face for being empowered, strong, sexy and unafraid to live their complex lives.

Here’s a few lyrics from the song:

I can’t believe I love the things they say about me

Walk in the room they throwing shade left to right

They be like ooh, she’s serving face

And I just tell em, cut me up, and get down

They call us dirty ‘cuz we break all your rules down

And we just came to act a fool, is that all right (Girl, that’s alright)

They be like Ooh, let them eat cake

But we eat wings and throw them bones on the ground

Am I a freak for dancing around? (queen)

Am I a freak for getting down? (queen)

I’m cutting up, don’t cut me down

Yeah I wanna be, wanna be

Watch Janelle Monae & Erykah Badu’s “Q.U.E.E.N” and sing along with the rest of the lyrics below :

Is it peculiar that she twerk in the mirror?

And am I weird to dance alone late at night?

And is it true we’re all insane?

And I just tell ’em No we ain’t” and get down

I heard this life is just a play with no rehearsal

I wonder will this be my final act tonight

And tell me what’s the price of fame?

Am I a sinner with my skirt on the ground?

Am I a freak for dancing around?

Am I a freak for getting down?

I’m coming up, don’t cut me down

Yeah I wanna be

Hey brother can you save my soul from the devil?

Say is it weird to like the way she wear her tights?

And is it rude to wear my shades?

Am I a freak because I love watching Mary? (Maybe)

Hey sister am I good enough for your heaven?

Say will your God accept me in my black and white?

Will he approve the way I’m made?

Or should I reprogram the programming and get down?

Even if it makes others uncomfortable

I wanna love who I am

Even if it makes others uncomfortable

I will love who I am

Dance ’til the break of dawn

Don’t mean a thing, so duh

I can’t take it no more

Baby, we in tuxedo groove

Monae and E. Badu

Crazy in the black and white

We got the drums so tight

Baby, here comes the freedom song

Too strong we moving on

Baby there’s melody

Show you another way

This joints for fight unknown

Come home and sing your song

But you gotta testify

Because the booty don’t lie

No, no, the booty don’t lie

Oh no, the booty don’t lie


Yeah, Let’s flip it

I don’t think they understand what I’m trying to say

I asked a question like this

“Are we a lost generation of our people?

Add us to equations but they’ll never make us equal.

She who writes the movie owns the script and the sequel.

So why ain’t the stealing of my rights made illegal?

They keep us underground working hard for the greedy,

But when it’s time pay they turn around and call us needy.

My crown too heavy like the Queen Nefertiti

Gimme back my pyramid, I’m trying to free Kansas City.

Mixing masterminds like your name Bernie Grundman.

Well I’m gonna keep leading like a young Harriet Tubman

You can take my wings but I’m still goin’ fly

And even when you edit me the booty don’t lie

Yeah, keep singing and I’mma keep writing songs

I’m tired of Marvin asking me, “What’s Going On?

March to the streets ‘cuz I’m willing and I’m able

Categorize me, I defy every label

And while you’re selling dope, we’re gonna keep selling hope

We rising up now, you gotta deal you gotta cope

Will you be electric sheep?

Electric ladies, will you sleep?

Or will you preach?”

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