New Slaves

Kanye West

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    My momma was raised in an era when
    Clean water was only served to the fairer skin
    Doing clothes you would have thought I had help
    But they wasn't satisfied unless I picked the cotton myself
    You see it's broke nigga racism
    That's that: Don't touch anything in the store
    And this rich nigga racism
    That's that: Come here, please buy more
    What you want, a bentley? Fur coat? A diamond chain?
    All you blacks want all the same things
    Used to only be niggas now everybody playing
    Spending everything on alexander wang
    New slaves

    You see it's leaders and there's followers
    But I'd rather be a dick than a swallower

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    I throw these maybach keys, I wear my heart on the sleeve
    I know that we the new slaves, I see the blood on the leaves
    I see the blood on the leaves, I see the blood on the leaves
    I know that we the new slaves, I see the blood on the leaves
    They throwing hate at me, want me to stay at ease
    Fuck you and your corporation, y'all niggas can't control me
    I know that we the new slaves, I know that we the new slaves
    I'm 'bout to wild the fuck out, I'm going bobby boucher
    I know that pussy ain't free, you niggas pussy, ain't me
    Y'all throwing contracts at me, you know that niggas can't read
    Throw 'em some maybach keys, fuck it, c'est la vie
    I know that we the new slaves, y'all niggas can't fuck with me
    Y'all niggas can't fuck with ye, y'all niggas can't fuck with ye
    I'll move my family out the country, so you can't see where I stay
    So go and grab the reporters, so I can smash their recorders
    See they'll confuse us with some bullshit like the new world order
    Meanwhile the dea, teamed up with the cca
    They tryna lock niggas up, they tryna make new slaves
    See that's that private owned prison, get your piece today
    They prolly all in the hamptons, bragging 'bout their maid
    Fuck you and your hampton house, I'll fuck your hampton spouse
    Came on her hampton blouse and in her hampton mouth
    Y'all 'bout to turn shit up, I'm 'bout to tear shit down
    I'm 'bout to air shit out, now what the fuck they gon' say now?

    I won't end this high, not this time again
    So long, so long, so long
    You cannot survive
    And I'm not dying
    And I can't lose
    I can't lose
    No, I can't lose
    Cause I can't leave it to you
    So let's get too high, get too high again
    Too high again
    Too high

    Song details

    Composition: Kanye West, Mike Dean, Frank Ocean, Louis Johnson, Che Smith, Anna Adamis, Elon Rutberg, Cydel Young, Sakiya Sandifer, Malik Yusef El Shabazz Jones, Ben Bronfman, and Gabor Presser

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