The absolute intricacies of this instrumental Nina Simone singing the hook, Mike dean doing the keys and melodies, Kanye West on the drums, while Hudson Mohawke does the one shot trumpets
Strange fruit, hanging, from the poplar trees I just need to 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 I'mma 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 not it (I'm the poplar trees) So let's get on with it We 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 And 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 blood on the leaves I know there ain't wrong with me Something strange is happening You could've been somebody We could've ugh, we could've been somebody Or was it on the 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 lawyer? 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, try and 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 Beyoncé, you need to stop actin' lazy She Instagram herself like #BadBitchAlert He Instagram his watch like #MadRichAlert 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 All in on that alimony, uh, yeah-yeah, she got you homie 'Til death but do your part, unholy matrimony Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze, breeze Strange fruit, fruit from the Poplar trees, from the Poplar trees That summer night holding long and long, 'din long No waiting for the summer rose and (breathe) And breathe and breathe And breathe and breathe And breathe and breathe And live and learn And live and learn And living and living like I'm lonely Lonely, lonely And living all I have And living all And live And live (Blood on the leaves) Breeze, breeze
2:59 onwards is absolutely amazing. there are so many details. one of the most hard hitting ye beats ever
This is the best one
It’s the real one
The absolute intricacies of this instrumental
Nina Simone singing the hook, Mike dean doing the keys and melodies, Kanye West on the drums, while Hudson Mohawke does the one shot trumpets
Strange fruit, hanging, from the poplar trees
I just need to 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 I'mma 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 not it (I'm the poplar trees)
So let's get on with it
We 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
And 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 blood on the leaves
I know there ain't wrong with me
Something strange is happening
You could've been somebody
We could've ugh, we could've been somebody
Or was it on the 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 lawyer?
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, try and 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 Beyoncé, you need to stop actin' lazy
She Instagram herself like #BadBitchAlert
He Instagram his watch like #MadRichAlert
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
All in on that alimony, uh, yeah-yeah, she got you homie
'Til death but do your part, unholy matrimony
Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze, breeze
Strange fruit, fruit from the Poplar trees, from the Poplar trees
That summer night holding long and long, 'din long
No waiting for the summer rose and (breathe)
And breathe and breathe
And breathe and breathe
And breathe and breathe
And live and learn
And live and learn
And living and living like I'm lonely
Lonely, lonely
And living all I have
And living all
And live
And live
(Blood on the leaves)
Breeze, breeze
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