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[Featuring Shawn Chapelle] 
Chorus: Shawn Chapelle 
Southern trees  bare us strange fruit 
Blood on the leaves  blood at the roots 
Black bodies swingin  in the Southern breeze 
All that strange fruit hangin... hangin from the trees 
Verse One: Danja Mowf 
Check it out  here's a story that's true (aight) 
They had me locked up  for this crime I didn't do 
This white girl identified me  as a rapist 
Had me wishin I was Harry Houdini, the great escapist 
But wait it's, more check it out the plot thickens (aight) 
Cause Shorty started tellin more tales than Charles Dickens 
She said I kidnapped her, trapped her, slapped her 
then after, I tapped her, I fled through the pasture 
NAH, not me cuz, knew I'd get acquitted 
But seemed every white face in town knew I did it 
or done it, shit about a hundred, approachin white figures 
bearin triggers screaming, "Kill that nigger!" 
I'm gettin nervous just a little concerned 
cause in the South where I'm from niggaz will get burned 
Cause them whitey's on some next shit -- some hang you by your neck 
shit 
Oh well, I'm in jail man; I figure I'm protected (right..) 
Chorus 
Verse Two: Danja Mowf 
Yeah, should have expected not to trust the police 
Them cops ain't even yell "Freeze!" they just gave the mob the keys 
(uh) 
They beat me like I stole somethin, pistol-whipped me like a stickup 
Tied my hands behind my back, tied my feet to the bumper 
of a pickup, truck, now I'm gettin shucked like corn 
Bein drug through the town, face down 
to the gravel, my clothes and skin unravel 
I guess I'm guilty, the lynch mob dropped the gavel 
They took me to a tree, hung me naked by my wrists 
When I beg and I plead I can't take it like this 
they shoved a pole in my mouth (what?) cause you see down South 
Lynchin was a show, ERYBODY came out 
See the mothers brought they daughters, to come and check the 
slaughters 
And fathers brought they sons, to see how it was done, they brung 
everyone, from the old to the young 
Cause it really was nuttin to see a nigga get hung, word 
Chorus 
Verse Three: Danja Mowf 
Yeah, I hung bloody, down by the muddy 
water of the Missi-ssippi for my slaughter 
The order in this court was plantatation mutilation 
I felt the cool sensation of a knife point 
slicin through the joint of each toe, each finger 
each thumb and, face it that's for touchin on a white woman 
My screams and tears brought more celebration and cheers 
than twelve o'clock on New Year's 
A girl couldn't see, someone raised her higher 
so she could watch them breakin out my teeth with the wire plier 
My one desire was to meet my Messiah but they wouldn't let me die-ah 
sayin, "Nigger we gon' fry ya in the fire" 
I prayed that death was movin near; that's when 
they castrated me and kept my nuts as souveneirs (uh) 
Gasoline cleaned my wounds like liquor 
Saw the match flicker, begged em do it quicker 
Ahh yes, the smell of burning flesh 
A hundred angry bullets, penetrate my chest 
Sweet death long awaited, I hang as a monument 
A warning simply stated for a people that they hated 
But nowadays, the table's turned like a wrench (aight) 
Cause white folks no longer have a reason to lynch (why?) 
Cause when it comes down to it (uh-huh) there's no need to pursue it 
when you got A MILLION NIGGAZ round the country that'll do it 
Think! 
Chorus (repeat 2X)

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