@Hustlehardhitler mrantiracism I linked you to who really made it, mike dean might have touched up on it, but TNGHT made it as a reference track for Kanye
jaahigafiscaa he uses the sample to show at one point black people had to worry and fear about getting lynched and now he is worrying about this love interest, it just shows that blood on the leaves meant something different a while ago and now it means his relationship Is over
@@joevo673 LMFAO bruh that's like comparing the questions "will I live through the night?" to "will I get some pu$$y tonight?" Totally different categories of worry - but it figures Kanye can't tell when he's taking a smash all over black culture.
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Blood on the leaves I just need to clear my mind now It's been racin' since the summertime Now 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 So let's get on with it We could've been somebody Instead 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 glory 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 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, tryna 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 On and on that alimony, uh, yeah yeah, she got you homie, yeah 'Til death but do your part, uh, unholy matrimony
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
It’s a MIDI brass instrument. I can’t really say what it is since he distorted the sound and amped the bass but my bet would be a trombone since the pitch is very low and deep
I think I said it all, been rapping everyday why should I say more,, I give glory to the lord this is my Jesus walk Listen when I talk you could learn a thing or two who knew i would flow like I came from overseas, do you see what I do when I step into the scene flow like a sea so it seems effortles been perfecting still perfecting this is my craft go take a nap still in the lab, working like scientists, can you run this laps boy better relax
i’m in the garden, im a warrior tell me what you worry for? war up ahead, im just focused on my jeweler first ahhhh, y’all all focused on the ruler first. give weapons to gardeners, put the vested’ in harvesters ahhh, did you not check the attendance did you not check the affliction. this is all for attention, tell me what’s all for attention? rihanna gettin asap with it, or new-in scrutiny paid back in it, cause joey, nas, cole and kendrick only ones i respect for pen-manship, and that’s due to the realness behind it, ten fields of green, only two are real shit the other eight -- ahh you know the difference like if, we all saw the difference and isms behind our structure maybe then pac wouldn’t be DOCumented with his mother and shot, over having different brothers differing eachother we all flowers. ugh. henni bottle burping, bloody body goin down wit this counting up these racks with counterfeit used to tally up, all my tallies get to counting this pyramid scheme, on top of this with some hieroglyphs it’s just paper money, suburban allowances they allowed us in, then stopped up like bourbon account-tant-es, break it all down for me, do some simple pronounce-isis 50 billi, coming out taxes, that’s so silly get your weaponry, it’s warfare on the warfield i’m a monster, you a whole meal eating up the whole wheel, spin it back, hov is here. and we are just making men. bomb a block, it’s jamaican man, or jamarion if he picking up then take a man. aha. it’s- okayokay blood on the leaves, that’s what i call iresine irresistible trigger-pull, that’s not irreversible feel like nas, i don’t waste time, just rewind and go back -- five laps, to press mine i pass one, don’t pass time you pass on me, i blast minds i blow minds, who blow moms? i blow minds, who froze y’all? that’s a brainfreeze baby give me brain, get on your knees, and i know your needs you needing peace, i need a G fuck a hunnid G’s, what’s that to me? cuz my old art, like mozart you in dept, shark, im a deptshark I own the seas and momart, It’s too far, you calling me i’m so pretty sure yo hoe knowin’ me, like closely, and if she don’t, that’s too bad, that’s to change i’m in the zip, like 2chainz I just take a band, break a band this division to fractions, you dividing coke lines, that’s sectioning the wack shit, told me ‘i’m the shit’ no dip, i mixed laxatives in proactive tell me getting active, pick the biscuit, it’s tragic turn a four wheel, to a 4x4 patek panic attack, my strap get to clappin 4 minus four, that’s just school subtraction like hop out, four seconds till c section, pick up, doo-doo, need seconds, i need breakfast eggs, butter. two biscuits chocolate milk, it’s all nesquick deadlift then return to turn potpies and popeyes to five guys, i drop guys. my block spins, that’s all night in a knife-fight, with like five nines five nines, good women, five sixes, good women six nine, good living six nines, hood hitting it’s so sweet, like champagne from charlemagne i need carrier, for carry out, at kung lang fuck yo gun mane. and if you argue wit it, slide out lane this that fast lane, the fast life the filet mignon, the bad life the ‘treat me good’ the dad life the weekend hood, the trap life i never wanted to live that life, then i lived life, lost men to a gunfight i’m her man, that’s my wife the crack game, the smack life only when the pack right.
i like the lyrics, and i like the beat, but they dont go well together at all. he sampled one of the most depressing songs ever written about a group of people being systematically murdered for entertainment and sang about his relationship troubles. the beat deserved better lyrics and the lyrics deserved a better beat.
it's odd because he had songs that fit this beat better, one of the yeezus songs literally referenced the sample to this song. idk why he used it for an 808s type song.
ho fatto quello che ritenevo giusto ho bevuto troppo aspetto solo il reflusso mi faccio male per sentire più gusto nella vita che mi ha dato solo pare ti busso ooh
Sometimes I wanna die at night,scared to get fucked up anymore so I'm high on life,what I gotta do to cut you off fuckin buy a knife,probation tell me get out more,the worlds fucked what i need get out for,no life goals for forgotten souls to set out for,no more to give can someone lend this,too many people have died God can u tell me where my friend is,is he just in his box just send a inbox fuckin send this,
@@Crossyaover yeah, and it's the same case as the song new slaves. Some people think that it's a copy of the song Cold Winter by Teachers, but the guy from teachers was Kanye's friend and made the beat for him
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