Correction Lyrics New Slaves (Live on SNL) by Kanye West

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Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill
Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill

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 n***a racism
That's that "Don't touch anything in the store"
And it's rich n***a 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 n***as, now everybody playin'
Spendin' everything on Alexander Wang
New slaves

You see it's leaders and it's followers
But I'd rather be a prick than a swallower
You see it's leaders and it's followers
But I'd rather be a prick 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 throwin' hate at me
Want me to stay at ease
F**k you and your corporation
Y'all n***as can't control me
I know that we the new slaves
I know that we the new slaves
I'm 'bout to wild the hell out
I'm goin' Bobby Boucher
I know that pu**y ain't free
You n***as pu**y, ain't me
Y'all throwin' contracts at me
You know that n***as don't read
Throw on some Maybach keys
F**k it, c'est la vie
I know that we the new slaves
Y'all n***as can't mess with me
Y'all n***as can't mess with Ye
Y'all n***as can't mess 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 bullsh*t
Like the New World Order
Meanwhile the DEA
Teamed up with the CCA
They tryna lock people up
They tryna make new slaves
See, that's that privately owned prison
Get your peace today
They prolly all in the Hamptons
Braggin' 'bout what they made
F**k you and your Hampton house
I'll take your Hampton spouse
Came on her Hampton blouse
And in her Hampton mouth
Y'all 'bout to turn it up
I'm 'bout to tear it down
I'm 'bout to air it out
Now what the hell they gon' say now?

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