While You Were At The Shore, Kanye West’s Promotional Machine Came to Philly to Pimp His New CD

 Kanye West sings against capitalism and materialism.  I like the song, I just think it’s been done before, and in a nicer way. Good job on the hype though.

The plan was to project the video on The Barnes Foundation, The Franklin Institute and Eastern State Penn. In the end, it didn’t happen on The Barnes Foundation, and it played much later than scheduled on The Franklin Institute. (Across the country it was scheduled to play at The Bush Library and The Alamo, both of which were cancelled by officials)

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 this rich nigga racism
That’s that “Come here, 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 there’s followers
But I’d rather be a dick than a swallower

[Verse 2]

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 ’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 slaves

See that’s that privately owned prisons

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?

The Franklin Institute
Kanye West’s Promotional team didn’t get permission to project his video on the sides of these buildings, and . Now if he gave it away like Prince used to do, now that would be something to talk about.