[Intro: Howie D (B-Baz)]
Ayo, B-Baz!
Word on the street is you could spit some of that poetry, dog!
(Yeah, I got a couple things I been workin' on, you know)
I mean, you tryna let me hear some?
(Yeah, sure
Um, I got this one I like to call "STRANG3 FR00T"
You know that old Billie Holiday song?)
Yup, yup
(A'ight, check it out, check it out right quick)
[Verse One: B-Baz]
I see strange fruit
When I look to the trees
The blood on the leaves
Has dropped from the deceased
No Jiminy
But Gepetto's on the strings
As Pinnochio conducts the piece
"Let Freedom Ring"
I see strange fruit
When I look in the streets
Diallo and Bell
Lay dead at my feet
Danger in my reflection
Fear beneath my sheets
Yet somehow I find
The courage to sleep
I see strange fruit
When I look at the screen
Young Martin's life was taken
At a tender seventeen
An unarmed minor?
k**ed in self-defense?
Are we really that dense?
I see strange fruit
When I look at me
Societal fears
Claimed the lives of three
If seventeen is a menace to society
At a mere twenty-one, then tell me:
What am I to thee?
I see strange fruit
When I look to the trees
The blood on the leaves
Has dropped from the deceased
No Jiminy
But Gepetto's on the strings
As Pinnochio conducts the piece
"Let Freedom Ring"
[Outro: Howie D (B-Baz)]
Yo dog, that was crazy!
I ain't even know you had it like that!
(Yo, thanks fam! You really like it?)
I really, really do. As a matter of fact
I'm tryna spit somethin' to you if that's a'ight?
(Oh yeah, that's good!)
Lemme get my boy Will. Yo, Will! Yo, Will, come over here!