New Slaves
Kanye West
[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill
Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
My mama was raised in the era when
Clean water was only served to the fairer skin
Doin' clothes, you woulda thought I had help
But they wasn't satisfied unless I picked the cotton myself
You see it's broke nikka racism
That's that "Don't touch anything in the store"
And it's rich nikka racism
That's that "Come in, 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 nikkas, now everybody playin'
Spendin' everything on Alexander Wang
New slaves
[Bridge: Kanye West]
You see it's leaders and it's followers
But I'd rather be a dikk than a swallower
You see it's leaders and it's followers
But I'd rather be a dikk than a swallower
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
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 throwin' hate at me
Want me to stay at ease
fukk you and your corporation
Y'all nikkas can't control me
I know that we the new slaves
I know that we the new slaves
I'm 'bout to wild the fukk out
I'm goin' Bobby Boucher
I know that p*ssy ain't free
You nikkas p*ssy, ain't me
Y'all throwin' contracts at me
You know that nikkas can't read
Throw on some Maybach keys
fukk it, c'est la vie
I know that we the new slaves
Y'all nikkas can't fukk with me
Y'all nikkas can't fukk with 'Ye
Y'all nikkas can't fukk 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 bullshyt
Like the New World Order
Meanwhile the DEA
Teamed up with the CCA
They tryna lock nikkas up
They tryna make new slaves
See that's that privately owned prison
Get your piece today
They prolly all in the Hamptons
Braggin' 'bout what they made
fukk you and your Hampton house
I'll fukk your Hampton spouse
Came on her Hampton blouse
And in her Hampton mouth
Y'all 'bout to turn shyt up
I'm 'bout to tear shyt down
I'm 'bout to air shyt out
Now what the fukk they gon' say now?
Kanye West
[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill
Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
My mama was raised in the era when
Clean water was only served to the fairer skin
Doin' clothes, you woulda thought I had help
But they wasn't satisfied unless I picked the cotton myself
You see it's broke nikka racism
That's that "Don't touch anything in the store"
And it's rich nikka racism
That's that "Come in, 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 nikkas, now everybody playin'
Spendin' everything on Alexander Wang
New slaves
[Bridge: Kanye West]
You see it's leaders and it's followers
But I'd rather be a dikk than a swallower
You see it's leaders and it's followers
But I'd rather be a dikk than a swallower
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
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 throwin' hate at me
Want me to stay at ease
fukk you and your corporation
Y'all nikkas can't control me
I know that we the new slaves
I know that we the new slaves
I'm 'bout to wild the fukk out
I'm goin' Bobby Boucher
I know that p*ssy ain't free
You nikkas p*ssy, ain't me
Y'all throwin' contracts at me
You know that nikkas can't read
Throw on some Maybach keys
fukk it, c'est la vie
I know that we the new slaves
Y'all nikkas can't fukk with me
Y'all nikkas can't fukk with 'Ye
Y'all nikkas can't fukk 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 bullshyt
Like the New World Order
Meanwhile the DEA
Teamed up with the CCA
They tryna lock nikkas up
They tryna make new slaves
See that's that privately owned prison
Get your piece today
They prolly all in the Hamptons
Braggin' 'bout what they made
fukk you and your Hampton house
I'll fukk your Hampton spouse
Came on her Hampton blouse
And in her Hampton mouth
Y'all 'bout to turn shyt up
I'm 'bout to tear shyt down
I'm 'bout to air shyt out
Now what the fukk they gon' say now?