Tom Coyne - Strange Fruit lyrics

[Verse 1: Tragedy Khadafi] Subliminal thug-ism Rap mysticism For all my n***as locked with life in state prison We combinate, like dime piece and s**m jizm Queens n***as going to trial, just sit and listen Fake crooks come in all types of categories Beat you in the head with lies and war stories Claiming that they name ring bells in territories With Fat Cat, Al Capone, Scarface Meanwhile they going to trial for rape case You weak, I punch you in face, cut your face You halfway, wanna-be thug, stay snitchin' Latin King, surgery-type with face stichin' The house game? missile style? play in the kitchen Allow me a god for real, Sallah position Performers, weak convicts you shouldn't fool wit They foul, snitchin' on the n***as they went to school wit But now, you catch them in the club on some smooth sh** Shuh-poww!! blow'em out the frame on some prove sh** I'm not the type of cat you wanna fool wit It's strange fruit, yo [Hook] [Tragedy Khadafi] The world plant seeds in my mind, strange fruit Survivalist, basing my life on rap loot, it's the truth [Pete Rock] The world plant seeds in my mind, strange fruit Survivalist, basing my life on rap loot, it's the truth [Tragedy Khadafi] The world plant seeds in my mind, strange fruit Survivalist, basing my life on rap loot, it's the truth [Pete Rock] The world plant seeds in my mind, strange fruit Survivalist, basing my life on rap loot, it's the truth [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Aiyo, the world plant seeds in my mind, then it's dart time They used to be crime, scary hours, robberies, and big chrome nines In Park Hill, when the cameras don't never be off I live inside the TV, these words is hot sauce Put your mind back together, k**a Bees of course Church in the studio life you can't abort Pete Rock and Don make the world pay child support You under arrest for giving out stress, I'm not settling for less Each bags? Midtown, in the wild, wild west Representin' some deep impact Aluminum Wu bat, I got it like dat, slang combat I plant two seeds in your head, kid stand back What? What? What? [Hook] [Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz] n***a you know better I blow three thru ya 'Lo sweater f** what you think I'm bustin' you blink n***a see me in the club, start ducking and tucking they link Like I resorted to robbing n***as for table scraps In the hood we do away with cats And in the river threw away the gats Everywhere I go turn crime scene Knowhatimean?!? Don't make me trip, make me flip Be so much bloodshed, you think I'm a Crip Even before I signed the contract, I always was respected Couldn't give a f** if I never sold another record I ain't in it for the cream As wild as it seem Battle me and win? hahahah! In your dreams! I'm still a young n***a Straight up dumb n***a For no apparent reason, pull out the gun n***a It's not the d** n***a I just a thug n***a So whatcha wanna swallow Your pride or blood n***a?!? [Hook]