- I can see it now; Eminem with shots of sistaz hangin' from trees wit' day asses hangin' out, swingin' in de breeze. With Jay-z on the nonsense vox.
Strange Fruit
Southern trees bear strange fruit, yo, yo,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, word,
Black body swinging in the Southern breeze, yo, yo,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. Hit it,
Pastoral scene of the gallant South, yo, yo,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth, crunk, fly,
Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh, yo, yo,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh! Ow!
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck, yo, yo,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck, a duck, mah yuck!
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop, yo, yo,
Here is a strange and bitter crop. Fuck!
Imagine grown men listening to it.
