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Kanye West
Kanye West
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Hudson Mohawke
Hudson Mohawke
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Frank Ocean
Frank Ocean
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Arca
Arca
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Ken Lewis
Ken Lewis
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Omega
Omega
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Gabor Presser
Gabor Presser
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Anna Adamis
Anna Adamis
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Che Smith
Che Smith
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Elon Rutberg
Elon Rutberg
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Sakiya Sandifer
Sakiya Sandifer
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B Bronfman
B Bronfman
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Christopher Breaux
Christopher Breaux
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CyHi
CyHi
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Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
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Kanye West
Kanye West
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Louis King Johnson
Louis King Johnson
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Malik Yusef
Malik Yusef
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Michael G. Dean
Michael G. Dean
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Noah Goldstein
Noah Goldstein
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Shama Joseph
Shama Joseph
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Kanye West
Kanye West
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Ben Bronfman
Ben Bronfman
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MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
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Travis Scott
Travis Scott
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Noah Goldstein
Noah Goldstein
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Sham "Sak Pase" Joseph
Sham "Sak Pase" Joseph
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Che Pope
Che Pope
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Anthony Kilhoffer
Anthony Kilhoffer
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Marc Portheau
Marc Portheau
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Khoi Huynh
Khoi Huynh
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Raoul Le Pennec
Raoul Le Pennec
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Nabil Essemiani
Nabil Essemiani
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Damien Prost
Damien Prost
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Kenta Yonesaka
Kenta Yonesaka
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David Rowland
David Rowland
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Sean Oakley
Sean Oakley
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Eric Lynn
Eric Lynn
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Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
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Ken Lewis
Ken Lewis
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Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
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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 nigga racism That's that "Don't touch anything in the store" And it's 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 playin' Spendin' 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 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 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 goin' Bobby Boucher I know that pussy ain't free You niggas pussy, ain't me Y'all throwin' 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 privately owned prison Get your piece today They prolly all in the Hamptons Braggin' '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 won't end this high, not this time again So long, so long, so long, you cannot survive And I'm not dyin', 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 Egyszer a Nap úgy elfáradt Elaludt mély zöld tó ölén Az embereknek fájt a sötét Ő megsajnált, eljött közénk
Writer(s): Jacques Webster, Ben Bronfman, Anna Adamis, Louis Johnson, Sakiya Sandifer, Elon Rutberg, Noah D. Goldstein, Cydel Charles Young, Christopher Breaux, Michael G. Dean, Gabor Presser, Shama E. Joseph, Malik Yusef El Shabbaz Jones, Che Smith, Kanye Omari West Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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