Brujas - Princess Nokia

I’m your supreme

I’m your supreme

We is them ghetto witches

Speaking in tongue bitches

Fall on the floor

Got sage on the door

Talk shit, we can cast spells

Long weaves, long nails

Corn rows, pig tails

Baby fathers still in jail

Good witches, I fuck with

Bad bitches, we run shit

4 bitches, 4 corners

North, East, West, South shit

Good witches, I fuck with

Hopped off of my broomstick

Witchcraft, bitch craft

Light magic, it’s nothing

Orisha, my alter

Got coins on the counter

I’m that Black a-Rican bruja straight out from the Yoruba

And my people come from Africa diaspora, Cuba

And you mix that Arawak, that original people

I’m that Black Native American, I vanquish all evil

I’m that Black a-Rican bruja straight out from the Yoruba

And my ancestors Nigerian, my grandmas was brujas

And I come from an island and it’s called Puerto Rico

And it’s one of the smallest but it got the most people

Orisha, my alter

Got coins on the counter

Don’t you fuck with my energy

Casting spells with my cousins

I’m the head of this coven

I’m a shapeshifting bitch, you don’t know who you loving

Better light you a candle

I heard the nighttime was black

And if you don’t watch your step the greatest bitch will be back

I cast a circle in white and I can vanquish your spite

And if you hex me with hate then I’ma conjour the light

Your evil ways put no fight

I ain’t no queen of the night

I’m a bruja, I’m a bruja, and I’ma dress in all white

I’m your supreme

«Tituba!

Voodoo slave girl who graced us with her black magic»

You made her a slave

Before that she came from a great tribe, the Arawak

She gave it to your girls of Salem

A gift repaid with betrayal

Maybe you ain’t heard the news about civilization starting in Africa

We more than just pins in dolls and seeing the future in chicken parts

Been reading too many tourist guides, hm

Everything you got, you got from us