Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song New Slaves , by - Kanye West. Release date: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
New Slaves |
| 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 there’s rich nigga racism |
| That’s that «Come here, please buy more» |
| What you want a Bentley, fur coat and diamond chain? |
| All you blacks want all the same things |
| Used to only be niggas now everybody play me 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 |
| You see it’s leaders and there’s followers |
| But I’d rather be a dick than a swallower |
| 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 about 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 on 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 Probably all in the Hamptons |
| Braggin''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? |