Kanye West - New Slaves Lyrics

Kanye West - New Slaves Video

My momma was raised in the 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 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 niggas now everybody playing

Spending everything on Alexander Wang

New slaves

 

You see it's leaders and it's followers

But I'd rather be a dick than a swallower

You see it's leaders and it'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 if 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 state

See that's that privately owned prisons, get your piece today

They prolly all in the Hamptons, bragging 'bout what they made

 

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 can't get too high, get too high then

So long, so long, so long

Cannot find faith

? And I'm not dying

And I can't loose

I can't loose

It I can't loose it again

And I can't leave it you

I can't do it

I can't ? another love and

I won't believe in the rule

Think you can't get too high, get too high

Too high again

Too high

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Kanye West - Graduation Day Lyrics

Kanye West - Graduation Day Video

What in the fuck was that Kanye? I told you to do some shit for the kids.

You give me your muthafuckin' graduation ticket right now.

You can give me this muthafuckin' robe

You will not walk across that stage, you won't slide across that stage

A muthafucker can't pull you across that muthafuckin' stage Kanye

Who told you see, I told you to do something uplifting

I'm tryin' to get you out here with these white people and this how you gone do me

You know what, you's a nigga

And I don't mean that in no nice way

Had little kids singin' about the shit, the joke's on you

You can throw your muthafuckin' hands in the air, and wave good-bye to every-fuckin'-body

Cause you getting the fuck out of this campus

Fucker what you gone do now

 

I'm no longer confused but don't tell anybody.

I'm about to break the rules but don't tell anybody.

I got something better than school but don't tell anybody.

My daddy would kill me so don't tell anybody.

He wants me to get a good ass job just like everybody.

He ain't walked in my shoes, I'm just not everybody.

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Kanye West - Gold Digger Lyrics

Kanye West - Gold Digger Video

Jamie Foxx

She take my money well, I'm in need

Yeah she's a triflin' friend indeed

Oh, she's a gold digger way over town

That digs on me

 

Kanye West

(She gives me money)

Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger

(When I'm in need)

But she ain't messin' wit' no broke niggas

 

(She gives me money)

Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger

(When I'm in need)

But she ain't messin' wit' no broke niggas

 

(I gotta leave)

Get down girl, go 'head get down

(I gotta leave)

Get down girl, go 'head get down

 

(I gotta leave)

Get down girl, go 'head get down

(I gotta leave)

Get down girl, go 'head.

 

Cutie the bomb, met her at a beauty salon

With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm

She said, I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm

Far as girls you got a flock, I can tell by your charm

 

And your arm, but I'm lookin' for the one. Have you seen her?

My psychic told me she'll have an ass like Serena

Trina, Jeena-fah Lopez, four kids

And I gotta take all they bad ass to show-biz

 

Okay, get your kids, but then they got their friends

I pulled up in the Benz, they all got up in

We all went to din and then I had to pay

If you fuckin' with this girl then you better be paid

 

You know why? It take too much to touch her

From what I heard she got a baby by Busta

My best friend said she used to fuck with Usher

I don't care what none of y'all say, I still love her

 

(She gives me money)

Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger uh

(When I'm in need)

But she ain't messin' wit' no broke niggas uh

 

(She gives me money)

Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger uh

(When I'm in need)

But she ain't messin' wit' no broke niggas uh

 

(I gotta leave)

Get down girl, go 'head get down

(I gotta leave)

Get down girl, go 'head get down

 

(I gotta leave)

Get down girl, go 'head get down

(I gotta leave)

Get down girl, go 'head

 

Eighteen years... eighteen years...

She got one of yo' kids, got you for eighteen years

I know somebody payin' child support for one of his kids

His baby mama car and crib is bigger than his

 

You will see him on TV any given Sunday

Win the Super Bowl and drive off in a Hyundai

She was supposed to buy your shorty Tyco with your money

She went to the doctor got lipo with your money

 

She walkin' around lookin' like Michael with your money

Should've got that insured, Geico for your money (money...money)

If you ain't no punk

Holla we want prenup (We want prenup!)

 

Yeah! It's something that you need to have

'Cause when she leave your ass she gon' leave with half

Eighteen years... eighteen years...

And on her eighteenth birthday, he found out it wasn't his

 

(She gives me money)

Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger uh

(When I'm in need)

But she ain't messin' wit' no broke niggas uh

 

(She gives me money)

Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger uh

(When I'm in need)

But she ain't messin' wit' no broke niggas uh

 

(I gotta leave)

Get down girl, go 'head get down uh

(I gotta leave)

Get down girl, go 'head get down

 

(I gotta leave)

Get down girl, go 'head get down uh

(I gotta leave)

Get down girl, go 'head

 

Now I ain't sayin' you a gold digger, you got needs

You don't want a dude to smoke but he can't buy weed

You got out to eat and he can't pay, y'all can't leave

There's dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves

 

But while y'all washin', watch him

He gon' make it into a Benz out of that Datsun

He got that ambition, baby, look at his eyes

This week he moppin' floors, next week it's the fries

 

So, stick by his side

I know this dude's ballin', but yeah that's nice

And they gon' keep callin' and tryin', but you stay right, girl

And when you get on, he leave yo' ass for a white girl.

 

(I gotta leave)

Get down girl, go 'head get down

(I gotta leave)

Get down girl, go 'head get down

 

(I gotta leave)

Get down girl, go 'head get down

(I gotta leave)

Get down girl, go 'head

 

Let me hear that back....

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Kanye West - Bound 2 Lyrics

Kanye West - Bound 2 Video

All them other niggas lame, and you know it now

When a real nigga hold you down, you supposed to drown

 

What you doing in the club on a Thursday?

She say she only here for her girl birthday

They ordered champagne but still look thirsty

Rock Forever 21 but just turned thirty

I know I got a bad reputation

Walking 'round, always mad reputation

Leave a pretty girl sad reputation

Start a Fight Club, Brad reputation

I turnt the nightclub out of the basement

I'll turn the plane 'round, your ass keep complaining

How you gon' be mad on vacation?

Dutty wining 'round all these Jamaicans

Uh, this that prom shit

This that what we do, don't tell your mom shit

This that red cup, all on the lawn shit

Got a fresh cut, straight out the salon, bitch

 

Charlie Wilson

I know you're tired of loving, of loving

With nobody to love, nobody, nobody (Uh-huh, honey)

 

Kanye West

Close your eyes and let the word paint a thousand pictures

One good girl is worth a thousand bitches

 

I wanna fuck you hard on the sink

After that, give you something to drink

Step back, can't get spunk on the mink

I mean damn, what would Jeromey Romey Romey Rome think?

Hey, you remember where we first met?

Okay, I don't remember where we first met

But hey, admitting is the first step

And hey, you know ain't nobody perfect

And I know, with the hoes I got the worst rep

But hey, their backstroke I'm tryna perfect

And hey, ayo, we made it, Thanksgiving

So hey, maybe we can make it to Christmas

She asked me what I wished for on the wishlist

Have you ever asked your bitch for other bitches?

Maybe we could still make it to the church steps

But first, you gon' remember how to forget

After all these long-ass verses

I'm tired, you tired, Jesus wept

 

Charlie Wilson

I know you're tired of loving, of loving

With nobody to love, nobody, nobody

Just grab somebody, no leaving this party

With nobody to love, nobody, nobody (Uh-huh, honey)

 

Kanye West

Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth

Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth

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Kanye West - Through The Wire Lyrics

Kanye West - Through The Wire Video

(In background)

Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall

For a chance to be with you I'd gladly risk it all

Through the fire, through whatever come my way

For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way...

Right down to the wire, even through the fire

 

Yo G they can't stop me from rapping can they?

Can that huh?

I spit it through the wire man

To much stuff on my heart right now man

I'll gladly risk it all right now

It's a life or death situation man

Y'all don't really understand how I feel right now man

It's your boy Kayne titter....

Chi-Town what's going on man

 

(Verse 1)

I drink a boost for breakfast, an Ensure for dizzert

Somebody ordered pancakes I just sip the sizzurp

That right there could drive a sane man bizerk

Not to worry the Mr. H-to-the-Izzo's back wizzork

How do you console my mom or give her light support

When you telling her your son's on life support

And just imagine how my girl feel

On the plane scared as hell that her guy look like Emmett Till

She was with me before the deal she been trying to be mine

She a Delta so she been throwing them dynasty signs

I'm use to trying to reline

I been trying to be sign

Trying to be a millionaire

How I use two lifelines

In the same hospital where Biggie Smalls died

The doctor said I had blood clots

But I ain't Jamaican man

Story on MTV and I ain't trying to make a band

I swear this right here is history in the making man

 

(In background)

Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall

For chance to be with you I'd gladly risk it all

Through the fire, through whatever come my way

For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way...

Right down to the wire, even through the fire

 

I really apologize how I sound right now man

This ain't fair at all man

They got my mouth wired shut for like I don't know the doctor said for like six weeks

You know we had reconstru....

I had reconstructive surgery on my jaw

Looked in the mirror half my jaw was missing and half my mouth

I couldn't believe it

But I'm still here for y'all right now yo

This is what I gotta say yo

Yeah, turn me up yeah

 

(Verse 2)

What if somebody from the Chi-town was ill got a deal on the hottest rap label around

But he wasn't talking bout coke and birds it was more like spoken word

Except he really putting it down

And he explained the story about how blacks came from glory

And what we need to do in the game

Good dude, Bad night, Right place, Wrong time

In the blink of an eye his whole life changed

If you could feel how my face felt you would know how Mase felt

Thank God I ain't to cool for the safe belt

I swear to God driver two on the sue

I got lawyer for the case to keep my safe book safe

My dawgs couldn't tell if I

I look like Tom Cruise on Vanilla Sky

It was televised

There's been an accident like GEICO

They thought I was burnt up like Pepsi did Michael

I must gotta angel

Cause look how death missed his ass

Unbreakable, would you thought they called me Mr. Glass

Look back on my life like the ghost of Christmas past

Toys R Us where I used to spend that Christmas cash

And I still wont grow up, I'm a grown ass kid

Swear I should be locked up for stupid shit that I did

But I'm a champion, so I turned tragedy to triumph

Make music that's fire, spit my soul through the wire

 

(In background)

Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall

For chance to be with you I'd gladly risk it all

Through the fire, through whatever come my way

For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way...

Right down to the wire, even through the fire

 

Know what I'm saying

When the doctor told me I had a um.. I was goin' to have a plate on my chin

I said dawg didn't you realize I'll never make it on the plane now

It's bad I got all this jewelry on

Can't be serious man

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Kanye West - Black Skinhead Lyrics

Kanye West - Black Skinhead Video

For my theme song, my leather black jeans on

My by any means on, pardon I'm getting my scream on

Enter the kingdom but watch who you bring home

They see a black man with a white woman at the top floor they gone come to kill King Kong

Middle America packed in, came to see me in my black skin

Number one question they askin', fuck every question you askin'

If I don't get ran down by Catholics, here come some conservative Baptists

Claiming I'm overreacting like the black kids in Chiraq, bitch

 

Four in the morning, and I'm zoning

They say I'm possessed, it's an omen

I keep it 300, like the Romans

300 bitches, where's the Trojans?

Baby we living in the moment

I've been a menace for the longest

But I ain't finished, I'm devoted

And you know it, and you know it

 

So follow me up cause this shit's about to go down

I'm doing 500, I'm outta control now

But there's nowhere to go, now

And there's no way to slow down

If I know what I know in the past

I woulda been blacked out on your ass

 

Four in the morning, and I'm zoning

Think I'm possessed, it's an omen

I keep it 300, like the Romans

300 bitches, where's the Trojans?

Baby we living in the moment

I've been a menace for the longest

But I ain't finished, I'm devoted

And you know it, and you know it

 

Stop all that coon shit, early morning cartoon shit

This is the goon shit, fuck up your whole afternoon shit

I'm aware I'm a wolf, soon as the moon hit

I'm aware I'm a king, back out the tomb bitch

Black out the room bitch, stop all that coon shit

These niggas ain't doing shit, them niggas ain't doing shit

Come on homey what happened? You niggas ain't breathing, you gasping

These niggas ain't ready for action, ready, ready for action

 

Four in the morning, and I'm zoning

They say I'm possessed, it's an omen

I keep it 300, like the Romans

300 bitches, where's the Trojans?

Baby we living in the moment

I've been a menace for the longest

But I ain't finished, I'm devoted

And you know it, and you know it

 

So follow me up cause this shit's about to go down

I'm doing 500, I'm outta control now

But there's nowhere to go, now

And there's no way to slow down

If I know what I know in the past

I woulda been blacked out on your ass

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Kanye West - Blood On The Leaves Lyrics

Kanye West - Blood On The Leaves Video

I just wanna clear my mind now

It's been racin' since the summertime

And I'm holdin' down the summer now

And all I want is what I can't buy now

Cause I ain't got the money on me right now

And I told you to wait

Yeah I told you to wait

So imma need a little more time now

Cause I ain't got the money on me right now

And I thought you could wait

Yeah, I thought you could wait

These bitches surroundin' me

All want somethin' out me

Then they talk about me

Would be lost without me

We could've been somebody

Thought you'd be different 'bout it

Now I know you naughty

So let's get on with it

 

You could've been somebody

'Stead you had to tell somebody

Let's take it back to the first party

When you tried your first molly

Andt came out of your body

And came out of your body

Running naked down the lobby

And you was screamin' that you love me

Before the limelight tore ya

Before the limelight stole ya

Remember we were so young

When I would hold you

Before the glory

I know there ain't wrong with me

 

Something strange is happening

 

You could've been somethin'

We could've, we could've been somebody

Or was it all our first party

When we tried our first molly

And came out of our body

And came out of our body

 

Before they call lawyers

Before you tried to destroy us

How you gon' lie to the lawyers?

It's like I don't even know ya

I gotta bring it back to the 'Nolia

 

Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down with my niggas

Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down with my niggas

Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down with my niggas

I ride with my niggas, I'll die for my...

 

To all my second string bitches, trying to get a baby

Trying to get a baby, now you talkin' crazy

I don't give a damn if you used to talk to Jay-Z

He ain't with you, he with Beyonce, you need to stop actin' lazy

She Instagram herself like Bad bitch alert

He Instagram his watch like Mad rich alert

He only wanna see that ass in reverse

Two thousand dollar bag with no cash in your purse

Now you sittin' courtside, wifey on the other side

Gotta keep 'em separated, I call that apartheid

Then she said she impregnated, that's the night your heart died

Then you gotta go and tell your girl and report that

Main reason cause your pastor said you can't abort that

Now your driver say that new Benz you can't afford that

All that cocaine on the table you can't snort that

That going to that owing money that the court got

On and on that alimony, uh, yeah-yeah, she got you homie

Till death but do your part, unholy matrimony

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Kanye West - Last Call Lyrics

Kanye West - Last Call Video

jay-z

Ahahha, yo fuck you Kanye first and foremost, for makin' me

Do this shit..mothafucka...had to throw everybody out the

Mothafuckin room...cuz they don't...fuck em

 

kanye

I'd like to propose a toast, i said toast motherfucker

La la la la la la la la

 

And i am (here's to the roc)

And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, i tell them (here's to roc-a-fella)

Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and (here's to the roc)

This is the last call for alcohol, for the.... (here's to the roc-a-fella)

So get your ass up of the wall

 

The all around the world digital underground pac

The rudolph the red nose reindeer of the roc

I take my chain my 15 seconds of fame

And i came back next year with the whole fuckin game

Ain't nobody expected Kanye to end up on top,

They expected that college dropout to drop and then flop

Then maybe he'd stop saving all the good beats for himself

Roc-a-fella's the only niggas that helped

My money was thinner than Sean Paul goatee hair

No jean paul gautier cologne fill the air

They say he bougie he big headed

Would you please stop talkin' bout how my dick head is

Flow infectious give me 10 seconds

I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas

Its funny how ain't nobody interested

Till the night i almost killed myself in Lexus

 

Now i am (here's to the roc)

And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, i tell them (here's to roc-a-fella)

Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and (here's to the roc)

This is the last call for alcohol for the.... (here's to the roc-a-fella)

So get your ass up of the wall

 

Now was Kanye the most overlooked? yes siiiiir

Now is Kanye the most overbooked? yes siiiir

Do the fans want the feeling over a tribe called quest

But all they got left is this guy called west

That'll take freeway and put him on tracks with mos def

Weather you call him kwali or kweli

I put him on songs with jay-z

I'm the gap like banana republic and old navy

And ooo it come out sweeter than old sadie

Nice as bun b when i met him at the source awards

Girl he had with him, ass could have won the horse awards

And i was almost famous

Now everybody love Kanye, i'm almost Raymond

Some say he arrogant can y'all blame him

It was straight embarrassing how y'all played him

Last year shopping my demo i was trying to shine

Every motherfucker told me that i couldn't rhyme

Now i could let these dream killers kill my self esteem

Or i could use my arrogance as the steam to power my dreams

I use it as my gas so they say i'm gassed

But without it i'd be last so i ought to laugh

So i don't listen to the suits behind the desk no more

You niggas wear suits cause you can't dress no more

You cant say shit to Kanye West no more

I rocked 20,000 people i was just on tour nigga!

I'm the kon the louis vuitton don

Bought my mom a purse and now she Louie Vuitton mom!

I ain't play the hand i was dealt i changed my cards

I prayed to the skies and i changed my stars

I went to the malls and i balled to hard

Oh my god is that a black card?

I turned around and replied why yes

But i prefer the term African American express

Brains, power and muscle like dame, puffy and russell

Your boy back on his hustle you know what i been up to

Killin ya'll niggas on that lyrical shit

Mayonnaise color Benz i push miracle whips

And i am

 

I am (here's to the roc)

And they ask me they ask me they ask me i tell them (here's to roc-a-fella)

Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and (here's to the roc)

This is the last call for alcohol for my niggas (here's to the roc)

So get your ass up of the wall

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